Shennong Dao Master

On both sides of the palace gate, stand two lifelike dragon crystal statues, their eyes glaring with anger, dragon whiskers swaying in the wind, as if they might come to life at any moment and soar into the clouds.

The largest among them is the Dragon God statue.

When Zhao Xing saw the Dragon God statue, he couldn't help but recall the scene of the "Ancestral Dragon Roar" in his mind.

"Roar!" In Zhao Xing's sea of consciousness, something was triggered, and the sound became somewhat clear.

Dragon God statues are everywhere in the Dragon Court, but the one here closely matches the ancestral dragon image Zhao Xing has seen.

Upon reaching the mountain, the dragon ship could no longer advance, stopping at a plaza specially designed for dragon ships on the mountain peak.

Arriving at the main peak, there is a gigantic fountain, where water gushes from the dragon's mouth, transforming into sparkling droplets in mid-air, forming various wondrous shapes like dragons dancing in the Nine Heavens, with mist enveloping the air, bringing a trace of refreshing and mysterious aura.

Moving forward along the plaza, lies the Li Palace Main Hall.

The roof of the main hall is covered with dragon scales, each glazed tile glistens with golden light under the sun, with exquisite dragon script carved on every tile.

Arriving at the steps outside the main hall, Zhao Xing transforms into Fire Chi, crawling on the ground: "Gu Ting citizen 'Zhao', pays homage to the Dragon King."

After a long wait, a majestic dragon roar finally echoed from within the main hall.

"Enter!"

Zhao Xing then rose and swam into the interior of the palace.

Inside the Li Palace Main Hall, the space is extremely spacious, and at the end of the grand hall is a magnificent Dragon King's throne.

The throne is carved from a whole piece of crystal, within the crystal, mist seems to swirl with faint dragon illusions swimming within.

Zhao Xing still crawled, not daring to raise his head to look at the dragon throne.

The Dragon Clan's efficiency is quite high; he had already informed them of his intentions when he entered the palace.

Yin Li waited for a long time before responding, evidently sending his subordinates to check the treasures Zhao Xing brought as tribute.

The fact that he was allowed in signifies Yin Li's approval of this tribute.

"Zhao, you are loyal to me, what do you desire?" Yin Li asked from the throne.

"King, I wish to become a member of the Fuming Temple in the royal city." Zhao Xing said slowly, syllable by syllable, afraid of making a mistake and being reassigned to another place.

The Fuming Temple is equivalent to the Dragon Clan's Heavenly Craft Department.

After waiting for a long time, a dragon roar finally echoed from the throne again.

The subtle sound waves penetrated into his sea of consciousness along the space.

Zhao Xing carefully discerned, quickly understanding that Yin Li had agreed.

Then, a token seven or eight meters tall, like a door panel, pressed over and landed behind Zhao Xing.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle~"

The dragon scales on Zhao Xing's back were imprinted by the token, engraved with the Dragon Script of the Gu Ting royal family, signifying that he had become a member of the royal city Dragon Art.

"(Dragon Language) Thank you my king for the gift..."

Carrying the token on his back, Zhao Xing crawled out of the palace.

...

When he descended the mountain and returned to the peak where the ships were docked, the three dragon ships were already gone, leaving only three war beasts and Cao Qianyue at the center of the plaza, at a loss.

"Marquis, a dragon took away all three ships." Cao Qianyue mumbled, lifting the toolbox in his hand. "Only this toolbox is left."

"Can't do anything about it, Yin Li is like that." Zhao Xing said. "I originally thought that two ships' worth of treasures would be enough to exchange for permissions, but it seems I underestimated his appetite."

"Luckily, there were three ships, otherwise this Dragon's Decree might not have come down."

The token behind Zhao Xing, resembling a door panel, due to the extendability of the material, had also shrunk slightly, but was still over two meters tall.

"This means we need to hurry up with the treasure hunt." Zhao Xing stroked his chin.

"Treasure hunt?" Cao Qianyue was somewhat puzzled, "Whose treasure are we hunting, Marquis? Can this token be used to raid Dragon Clan members' nests?"

"Of course not the Dragon Clan." Zhao Xing smiled, "You'll know when the time comes."

...

After Zhao Xing completed the necessary procedures and emerged from the Li Palace.

In the west of Gu Ting Royal City, a group of Daoists carrying coffins, riding dragon pets, arrived outside the royal city.

There were five people in total, all of High Grade Realm, the leader carrying a purple coffin inlaid with glass, the fortune pillar above his head incredibly condensed, with illusions flashing on the fortune pillar, like violets blooming.

"Finally arrived." Master Ziluo stroked his beard with his left hand, flicked his whisk with his right, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

He is at the early stage of Heavenly Fate Realm, and is the main force of this Corpse Puppet Sect's journey to Gu Ting Kingdom.

Master Ziluo is not only the strongest in the group, but also the oldest and most senior.

Although those behind him were all Third-rank, they were either his disciples or his junior nephews.

One of them, even at the third-rank early stage, was his grand-disciple.

"Thanks to Master's heavenly fortune, we made it to Gu Ting Royal City in less than four days of smooth journey." Praised a middle-aged man behind him, carrying a green coffin and riding a two-headed fire dragon.

He is Master Ziluo's disciple, his Dao name is 'You Sha'.

"Senior brother is right, without Master's guidance, we wouldn't have gathered so quickly." Praised a bewitching middle-aged woman with peach blossom eyes, her Dao name is Yun Ji Yuanjun.

Faced with the praise from disciples and grand-disciples, Master Ziluo smiled and said, "Alright, You Sha, Yun Ji, stop your flattery."

"Both of you are just Dragon Generals, You Jue and Shadow Princess are merely Dragon Soldiers, having a low status, it would be very inconvenient to act in the Dragon Court Ancient Land."

"Best to keep a low profile."

The four behind him obediently listened.

"After entering the royal city, rest for a while, and then prepare according to my instructions."

"Find the treasure vault our sect left behind, take out a portion, and we can exchange it in the royal city for City Lord Level permissions."