The burly man squinted his long narrow eyes, anger evident on his ugly long face, "Even a Human Immortal has no right to be impertinent on Celestial Dragon Island, what do you intend to do?"

The East Sea Dragon Race is powerful and dominates the Eastern Province. Celestial Dragon Island is the home base of the Dragon Race. The burly man and his kind are used to being overbearing; why would they care about a Human Immortal?

Oppressed by the imposing presence of Sikong Ling's Divine Soul, the burly man's anger was instead provoked.

The burly man pointed his thick long finger at Sikong Ling's nose, "Are you looking to die?"

Sikong Ling could easily kill the burly man with just one hand, but on the territory of the Dragon Race, it wouldn't be wise to act recklessly.

Killing this burly man would mean directly challenging the Dragon Race.

Sikong Ling traveled billions of miles to Celestial Dragon Island, not to fight the Dragon Race. Moreover, this is the territory of Celestial Dragon Island; a conflict here would afford them no advantage.

In a worst-case scenario, these top-tier cultivators of the Northern Province could end up buried here.

Sikong Ling has lived for thousands of years, although he has a considerable temper, he can control his emotions. He isn't so easily provoked into action by a few words.

Calmly, he said, "Killing you would sully my hands. I'll go find the Dragon King and ask if this is how the East Sea Dragon Race treats guests?"

Though Sikong Ling's voice was not loud, it spread far and wide. Nearby cultivators all heard, and everyone turned their gaze toward them.

The burly man was a bit embarrassed, his cultivation level indeed far below Sikong Ling's. Provocation is one thing, but in a direct confrontation, he was immediately suppressed by Sikong Ling's Divine Soul aura.

No need for actual combat; for now, the aura alone rendered the burly man speechless. His muscles swelled as he tried to exert force, yet he was unable to break free or refute, making him appear rather embarrassed.

There were also many spectators around, the burly man guarding the entrance to the island; though with a low position, his authority was high, he was quite well-known.

Embarrassed in front of so many people only fueled his anger. His body continued to expand, about to exert all his strength to break free when a gentle hand landed on the man's shoulder.

The burly man glanced to the side, and immediately his anger dissipated.

The man who had suddenly appeared was also tall, with long curly blue hair. His features were coarse, particularly his nose and mouth, which resembled a lion's.

This fierce-looking man, standing there, exuded a peaceful and stable aura.

This man spoke to Sikong Ling, "Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be angry."

Sikong Ling recognized this person, Ao Jiuni, the East Sea Dragon King's bastard son. Though a bastard, his divine techniques are exceptional, especially his composed and magnanimous manner, which wins him praise from all sides.

Most of the external affairs of the East Sea Dragon Race are managed by this man. Sikong Ling had witnessed Ao Jiuni's charm and poise during the Celestial Dragon Dharma Assembly three thousand years ago and had a deep impression.

Sikong Ling bowed respectfully, "Sikong Ling of the Northern Province Yin-Yang Dao greets the Ninth Prince."

Though a bastard son, his skills and power are considerable, yet he can only be called a prince.

Within the Dragon Race, only pure-blooded members can be called a Crown Prince.

The East Sea Dragon King is quite loving, mating with beauties from various races, though how many bastards he has sired is unknown.

Most bastards fend for themselves, but a few exceptional ones, even stronger than the direct lineage, emerge. Ao Jiuni is one such representative.

Ao Jiuni essentially represents the Dragon Race's upper echelon, and facing this Ninth Prince, Sikong Ling dared not be disrespectful.

Ao Jiuni returned the courtesy with a bow and said, "Fellow Daoist Sikong, not seen for three thousand years, your cultivation has greatly advanced, congratulations."

This man has keen insight, instantly recognizing that Sikong Ling has passed through the Twelve Heavens Tribulation. Such cultivation naturally commands respect.

"Ashamed, ashamed."

Ao Jiuni, though casually exchanging pleasantries, displays a friendly attitude. Sikong Ling naturally responds with humility, accepting the goodwill.

After exchanging a few polite remarks, Ao Jiuni continued, "It seems I wasn't strict enough with my subordinates, causing unnecessary trouble. I must apologize to Fellow Daoist."

"No need, no need, Ninth Prince is being too serious. It's merely a minor dispute, and I also have some fault."

The other provided a way out, so Sikong Ling hastily apologized as well, unwilling to get entangled with the Dragon Race over such a trivial matter.

Moreover, he lacks the standing to challenge the Dragon Race. Ultimately, this is Celestial Dragon Island.

Ao Jiuni was satisfied with Sikong Ling's attitude, recognizing him as a sensible elder. With a slight smile, he said, "Fellow Daoists have come from afar to attend the assembly; as hosts, we should take care to entertain you."

Thinking about it, he asked a nearby charming woman, "Is anyone at Cyan Cloud Residence?"

The charming woman softly replied, "My Lord, Cyan Cloud Residence has been vacant for these past few hundred years."

Ao Jiuni said to Sikong Ling, "Cyan Cloud Residence is a quiet spot on Celestial Dragon Island, quite spacious. Please, all of you, proceed to Cyan Cloud Residence..."

He then said, "It's convenient that I have free time today; I shall accompany you there."

Sikong Ling knew the other had ulterior motives but could say nothing; he could only bow in thanks.

Since Ao Jiuni remained, Sikong Ling naturally took the opportunity to introduce several of the Daoist sect members to him.

Chen Royal Court and Chen Jiu Feng were relatively young and hadn't participated in the Celestial Dragon Dharma Assembly, so they naturally did not recognize Ao Jiuni.

Ao Jiuni has an inherent air of magnanimity and gentleness, polite yet makes others feel close, like a refreshing spring breeze.

After exchanging a few words with Ao Jiuni, Chen Royal Court and Chen Jiu Feng were captivated by his demeanor.

They compared inwardly, acknowledging that Gao Xuan too was gentle and generous, yet his nature was too ethereal and elusive. The higher one's cultivation, the more unfathomable he seemed, making it difficult to feel a sense of closeness.

Ao Jiuni, on the other hand, was more approachable, skillful in conversing with others without seeming abrupt or sycophantic, naturally encouraging friendship.