Others follow advice and imitate celebrities, but you start by pretending to be a god?

Putting everything else aside, just consider that the Heavenly Court pierced his body for no reason and sealed him in the East Sea!
If this happened to Little White Dragon, he absolutely wouldn't be able to tolerate it!
But the old Dragon King held back.

Not only did they tolerate it, but they also happily agreed to all the restrictive conditions!

And now!

Tell me!

What a patriarch who was so good at hiding his true nature!
Are we going to attack the Heavenly Court?
What on earth is going on here??
"The Heavenly Court dared to take away the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, and even wanted to exterminate my dragon race! This Heavenly Court has truly lost its mind! Do they really think I have no temper?!"

The old Dragon King spoke slowly, exhaling gently, his eyes gleaming with divine light!

The wave spread out, and the killing intent instantly filled the surrounding world, dispersing all the clouds in the sky!
"Do you have a plan?"

The old Dragon King turned his head and looked at the little white dragon, only then remembering the little white dragon's existence.

"Ah, oh, um..."

Xiao Bailong's mind went blank. All the prepared remarks he had made were completely useless and wasted!

What's going on?

Our ancestors took the initiative to attack the Heavenly Court?

This was completely outside his plan!

"Grand Ancestor, are you serious? You're going to attack the Heavenly Court to save my father and the Three Dragon Kings of the Seas..." the little white dragon stammered.

"Those are the Four Dragon Kings, among the most precious beings in our clan. How can we not save them?"

"Furthermore, as the son of the Dragon King of the West Sea, how could you utter such a treasonous statement as 'not to save them'!"

The old Dragon King frowned, his face full of displeasure.

Little White Dragon choked on a mouthful of blood, almost spitting it out.

What's going on?

Is this really the old Dragon King, that patriarch who was good at hiding?

What exactly happened to him?

Just then, the little white dragon looked around and suddenly remembered something, and his heart began to pound!
I cautiously looked around.

"Awoo, Ancestor, did you see the battle in the East Sea?" the little white dragon asked.

"I saw it," the old Dragon King said matter-of-factly, then sneered, "This is the Heavenly Court asking for trouble. They dare to mess around on our Dragon Clan's ancestral graves with so few people? Do they even know what's around there? It's laughable!"

Upon hearing this, the little white dragon's pupils immediately contracted!
Above the ancestral graves! What's around there?
Is it possible...

A bold idea popped into Little White Dragon's mind, and it became more and more certain!
He looked around, then moved closer to the old Dragon King, lowered his voice, and said in a deep voice.

"Hongmeng II Library?"

"??"

The old Dragon King was stunned for a moment, then suddenly shuddered, turned his head, and an unparalleled pressure spread out, permeating all directions!

With unparalleled brilliance revealed, one dragon shadow after another appeared!
In that instant, the world turned dark.

One candle after another appeared silently between heaven and earth.

This area has been completely sealed off!

The biting cold and the overwhelming killing intent sent a chill down the spine of the little white dragon. Then, with a series of clanging sounds, the Xuanwu Armor suddenly appeared on its body!
The pressure was immediately relieved a lot!
"How did you know……"

"Wait! What the hell? That's... the Black Tortoise Armor?!"

The old Dragon King's voice was icy cold, but he was shocked after only saying half of it!
The azure armor, exuding the ancient aura of the Black Tortoise, was supreme and immortal, completely incomparable to the current Heavenly Court's Black Tortoise, the Bright God!

What else could it be but the Xuanwu Armor from the 'Tomb of the Gods'?
The old Dragon King was immediately shocked!

"Holy crap? How did you recognize me, Ancestor?!" The White Dragon was also astonished!
Could it be that! ! !
The eyes of the White Dragon and the Old Dragon King simultaneously lit up!
"What did Master say?"

"From the dojo?"

The White Dragon and the Old Dragon King spoke at the same time.

A moment later, both of them stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with horror!

"You brat, you've been to the Taoist temple too?" The old Dragon King was shocked.

“That’s right! Ancestor. You’ve also been to the temple and met Master?” The little white dragon nodded hurriedly.

"Hahaha! Of course I've been there. I watched the Great Battle of the East Sea from the dojo. Senior has already accepted me as an outer disciple of the dojo..."

The old Dragon King laughed heartily, without any airs, and told the little white dragon about his story.

The little white dragon's eyes lit up. He never expected that the dragon clan's ancestor would also go to the dojo and, like him, see the 'Tomb of the Gods'!
Afterwards, the White Dragon told the Old Dragon King all about his experiences and some things that had happened before.

"Ancestor, I've not only been there, I'm also Master's personal disciple! Hehe..."

After hearing the White Dragon's story, the Old Dragon King burst into laughter, his tone tinged with envy.

"Hahaha! I never expected that there would be disciples of a dojo among my dragon clan!"

"You're really lucky, kid!!"

The little white dragon boasted without any modesty, "Ancestor, to tell you the truth, I am not only a disciple of the Daoist temple, but also the most favored by my master. Otherwise, how could I have this Xuanwu Armor? It was all bestowed upon me by my master because he likes me!"

Little White Dragon boasted without batting an eye, proudly showing off.

The old Dragon King believed it without a doubt and was very envious: "That's wonderful. I wonder when I can be like you and also enter the inner circle of the temple and become a disciple of the master."

The little white dragon held his head high, feeling incredibly proud in front of his ancestor, and chuckled as he asked, "Hehehe, ancestor, how is it? Isn't Master's supreme heavenly book, 'Tomb of the Gods,' good?"

The old Dragon King nodded repeatedly, giving a thumbs-up: "This one!"

"Senior is truly amazing. He casually wrote a book that is comparable to, or even surpasses, the three books of Heaven, Earth, and Man in the Three Realms."

"I only read it once, but I already understood a lot and my cultivation level has increased greatly! Unfortunately, my strength is still too low, and I can't read the later chapters."

Little White Dragon hurriedly replied, "That's right! What kind of person is Master? Actually, although the Tomb of the Gods is the best, there are many other books in the library besides the Tomb of the Gods. I've browsed through most of them. May Grandpa Konglong tell you all about them, Ancestor..."

The little white dragon laughed and transformed into human form. Now that he knew that his ancestor was also a member of the Daoist temple, he immediately felt closer to him and no longer felt the restraint he had when facing an elder.

He put his arm around the old Dragon King's shoulder tightly and then chuckled.

“In that case, Ancestor, we have all been to the temple and studied under our master. But I am a direct disciple, and I entered the sect earlier, ranking 189th among my fellow disciples!”

"Since you are still an outer disciple, I will not call you Ancestor anymore. I will call you Junior Brother instead!"

"Let's just call each other fellow disciples!"

Upon hearing this, the old Dragon King immediately exchanged a glance with the little white dragon.

Then the two dragons burst into laughter.

"Hahaha……"

Then, the White Dragon was slapped into the deep sea by the Old Dragon King...

……

……

The white dragon hurriedly returned, but remembering that the dojo upgrade was not yet finished, he did not disturb Lin Nan.

Anyway, the day I agreed to return to the temple with my master is coming soon. It won't be too late to reunite with my fellow disciples and visit my master after I rescue my father and uncles.

"I need to go to the Tang Dynasty first. The Celestial Hound should be there. I'll ask it if it has any ideas."

"This dog has the most tricks up its sleeve."

The old Dragon King naturally did not object. Although he did not know who the disciples of the dojo were, he assumed that each of them was extraordinary.

He said, "Then you go ahead, I'll go straight to the Heavenly Court!"

"After rescuing the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, my Dragon Clan will no longer be oppressed, and it's time to throw the Three Realms into chaos!"

The White Dragon shouted, "No problem! Whether the Three Realms are in chaos or not, the Daoist temple has the final say!"

Subsequently, the two dragons began to act separately.

……

at the same time.

Southern Zhanbuzhou.

In the vast eastern land of the Tang Dynasty, there was a small town near the Yellow River.

‘Crack! ’

Heavy rain and thunder.

Dark clouds gathered, and a torrential downpour began.

Large raindrops pounded on the blue flagstones, shattering in the center of the street. In the past, during the height of summer, the temperature near Suzhou was so high that even torrential rain couldn't dispel the heat.

When it rains, it's a great joy. Children will appear on the streets all over the city, jumping and skipping, washing away the heat in the downpour.

Although this place is not large, it is still prosperous because it is close to the Yellow River.

Even the heaviest rain.

Even the heaviest snowstorm.

This city has never been so quiet.

The alleys were deserted.

One hundred households turned off their lights.

An eerie atmosphere permeated Suzhou under the torrential rain.

The aura was cold and terrifying, far heavier than the dark clouds hanging in the sky.

One after another, Tang Dynasty soldiers, dressed in bamboo hats and holding swords, stood on all four sides of the city wall, their eyes sharp and their gazes cold.

But in reality, if someone stared at their palms, it wouldn't be hard to notice that these soldiers' hands were trembling.

The robes beneath the straw hat were already soaked with rain and cold sweat.

Those sharp gazes were merely a means for them to conceal their true intentions.

The city's residents huddled in their homes, trembling with fear.

The bewildered and ignorant people were at a loss, holding their own children and gazing worriedly at the distant horizon.

In a tavern battered by storms, it stubbornly continues to operate despite its dire circumstances.

"What's the situation in the east?"

The tavern, which should have been busiest in the height of summer, was now deserted, with only a few people sitting there.

They were discussing it cautiously here.

"I heard it's because someone in Master Wang's family died—his father. They went to the funeral and hired a huge procession, intending to send him off in a grand manner," a man said softly, a peanut between his fingers.

"I never expected that halfway there, it would be haunted!"

"The white banners were waving, and it even seemed as if the coffins had been overturned!"

Do you know how it all ended up?

The man stared wide-eyed at the others around him, utterly terrified.

'Gudong'

"W-what's wrong?" The people around asked in fear, gripping their wine glasses tightly, their fingers turning white.

"All dead!"

"Not a single one survived!"

"The entire funeral procession, a hundred people in total, including the Wang family, are all dead!"

"I heard they all turned into vengeful ghosts!"

"Not only this group, but I heard that several other groups of officials who went to investigate have also perished!"

"It's as if all the dead have turned into vengeful ghosts, circling around this city!!"

‘Crack! ’

A thunderclap erupted, followed by a torrential downpour!

A cold wind blew by, and everyone in the small tavern felt a bone-chilling cold, a sensation that ran from head to toe.

‘Click! ’

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out behind them, startling everyone!

"boss."

"Bring two jugs of wine."

The man walked into the tavern through the heavy rain. He was tall and handsome, with an indescribable air of authority and dominance about him.

He wore a long robe in black and gold, embroidered with a black water bird pattern, his long hair was loose, and his eyes were like stars.

Ying Zheng entered the tavern.

He approached the group of whispering drinkers and spoke calmly.

"This pot is mine."

"The pot is for them."

Tell me in detail.

"What exactly happened in the east?"

The young man in the black robe was so bright and shiny that his clothes were incredibly captivating.

He wore a black robe, so clean that not a speck of dust was visible.

His presence here seemed to diminish even the might of the heavenly thunder.

With a wave of his sleeve, the torrential rain vanished instantly, and the eerie wind quietly receded.

The small tavern, which had seemed to be tightly surrounded by yin energy, was suddenly transformed into a place where the sun shone brightly, and its warmth filled every corner.

Many diners were stunned for a moment, and when they came to their senses, they realized that the torrential rain was still falling and the dark clouds had not changed at all.

Only the eerie, gloomy aura that had permeated the surroundings vanished without a trace, and the entire tavern seemed to brighten considerably.

"Your Excellency?"

The waiter hurriedly stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and vigorously wiped the table.

Ying Zheng shook his head, lifted his robe, and slowly sat down.

"That's the Taoist priest?"

The diner, who had been startled earlier, asked cautiously.

Ying Zheng nodded slightly.

Upon hearing this, the diner slapped his thigh and burst into laughter: "Hahaha! What did I tell you? There really are Taoist priests in this world! Look, even in such a torrential downpour, the Taoist priest's clothes are completely dry!"

"what?"

"It's actually true!"

"Not only are my clothes dry, but my hair is also fine? How did this happen?"

Upon hearing this, many diners immediately gathered around.

"Where does the Taoist priest come from?"

"A place where immortal clouds cannot reach, a place difficult to enter from the Three Realms."

"Master, the fabric of your robe is truly exquisite, and it's embroidered with a black bird?"

"That is the Qin Dynasty's totem, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Bird."

"You look quite well-off! I wonder if the Taoist priest's mountain still accepts odd jobs?"

"Master has gone into seclusion and will not be accepting disciples for the time being."

Surrounded by onlookers and bombarded with questions, Ying Zheng remained calm and composed, answering each question without much emotional fluctuation.

If this had happened in the past, Ying Zheng, the emperor of Qin, would probably have already ordered these people to be expelled.

But after hundreds of years of cultivating Taoism, Ying Zheng was no longer the same King of Qin he once was.

The emperor who once aimed to unify the six kingdoms has now set his sights on the Three Realms, striving to lead the human race to rise again.

"Alright, let's all keep quiet."

The proprietress, who was of decent appearance, gently brought over two pots of hot wine, handing one to Ying Zheng and the other to the many diners.

"It's not some rare or famous wine, it's a bit strong, I hope you'll forgive me, Daoist."

"It doesn't matter."

Ying Zheng answered, picking up the wine pot.

Qin Shi Huang once swept across the six kingdoms, conquering all of history and enjoying the most luxurious life imaginable. (End of Chapter)