Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 619 - 387: Courteous Reception, Great Qin’s National Teacher Yi Taoist? Qi Longhu and ’Old Heavenly Master

Rain mingles with the peony blossoms by the post station, while the Milky Way above glimmers with myriad stars.

In Sea Dragon City, far beyond a hundred miles from the Tiger Ben Army camp, canopies now spread like rain.

"Crown Prince, according to our estimates, Hidden Dragon Taoist should only arrive by tomorrow morning. Why doesn't Your Highness go back to rest first and come back early in the morning?"

"Your Highness is destined for immense wealth and power. Traveling a hundred miles to meet him is already more than courtesy demands. There is no need for such effort."

"We have set up a short-distance teleportation formation here. The moment Hidden Dragon Taoist arrives, we will inform Your Highness immediately, ensuring that Your Highness's important affairs are not delayed," a red-robed officer suggested quietly, standing behind King Jing and looking up at the boundless starry sky.

"Old Zhang, you have been with me in my hidden residence for quite a while now, haven't you? In the blink of an eye, more than two hundred years have passed. Time really does fly."

King Jing glanced at the red-robed officer, but did not directly answer his suggestion, instead changing the subject.

"Yes, time does fly. Your Highness still looks majestic and vigorous, while I am already old and frail," the red-robed officer reflected with a nostalgic look in his eyes, having heard the king bring up the past.

"Indeed, the dashing young man of those years now has white hair amidst his black; when one is old, one should enjoy some fortune. The position of City Lord in Moonlight City of the Western Region has become vacant. It is far from the battlefield and relatively safe. Old Zhang, why not take up the role of City Lord there and enjoy your later years?"

"Your Highness, this old servant is...," the red-robed officer began, his face suddenly showing a hint of panic upon hearing the words.

"No need for further words, you shall depart now!"

The distant voice reached the ears of the red-robed officer, who felt as if he had fallen into an ice pit. He looked at King Jing's shadowy expression under the moonlight and dared not make another sound.

He bowed deeply, turned to look at the mocking gazes of his colleagues, a sense of realization rising in his heart. His once upright silhouette couldn't help but stoop a bit, and under the moonlight, a sense of desolation and sadness emerged.

From being an officer in the Crown Prince's government to the Lord of a remote small city—one is like the earth, the other like the sky. To any discerning eye, this was clearly a demotion.

King Jing's consort, who sat next to him under the canopy, patted the back of his hand with her delicate hand, feeling a pang of pity: "Your Highness, why be so harsh on Old Zhang? It would've been better to let him leave tomorrow."

"My lady, Old Zhang is skilled at managing a city, but unfortunately his vision is now too narrow and he is no longer suitable to continue. It's for his own good that I send him away now."

"One moment of flattery and his head grows hot, unable to see the situation clearly. If the Taoist held a grudge against me, wouldn't all of today's efforts be for naught?"

"Sending him away early is also to protect him. Everyone, wouldn't you agree?"

King Jing suddenly turned, lightly laughing at the more than ten red-robed officers behind him.

"Your Highness, we wouldn't dare," they quickly replied, their expressions changing as they all disavowed any agreement.

"Those who do not plan for the eternal realm cannot plan for a single moment, and those who do not consider the whole cannot plan for a region. You are all talents of the dragon and the phoenix, and you counsel me on national affairs. I will certainly look after your personal well-being. Please, put our hearts into it together."

"The recent reports from the hidden residence have been somewhat disappointing," King Jing remarked, prompting the officers behind the canopy to kneel like waves.

"My lady, I have just received the latest intelligence from Central Continent, confirming that Hidden Dragon Taoist has broken through his limits," a voice transmission suddenly resonated in the heart of King Jing's consort.

"What?"

"How can this be possible?"

Startled and overjoyed, King Jing's consort's heart fluttered, but just as she was about to say something, she saw in the distance a crimson beast pulling a section of a carriage, racing fiercely across the land.

Soon, the 'leopard carriage' raced up to the front of the formal canopy, the loyal beast breaking quickly, stopping both fast and steady.

"Your Highness, what brings you here in the middle of the night?"

The carriage curtain lifted to reveal a handsome face carved with precision, with the front of the Daoist's robe bulging prominently, a sign of great strength.

"Naturally, I am here to welcome the Taoist," King Jing replied.

"Ah?"

"Taoist, you have traveled far to the Eastern Region for my sake, saved the common people from fire and water, and were even targeted for assassination by the Central Continent Buddhists. All these were my fault. Coming out of the city to welcome you is but a common courtesy; please do not take it to heart," King Jing urged.

"Your Highness is too polite."

Yi Chen and King Jing exchanged pleasantries with smiles, with the consort also occasionally chipping in with teasing remarks, making for a harmonious atmosphere. Soon, the group arrived at the Tiger Ben Army campsite.

By then, an elegant and luxurious Daoist palace had already risen abruptly from the ground.

The words 'Hidden Dragon Daoist Palace' reflected a cold light in the moon's glow.

The feast was clearly already prepared, indicating that King Jing had long made arrangements for everything.

"Your Highness, this Daoist palace..."

"Taoist, you have been training our army for Great Qin, and the military field palace is too harsh. I took it upon myself to build a Daoist palace for you. I do not know whether you like it or not."

"This... It is too much for wartime," Yi Chen demurred with a humble wave of his hand.

However, if he could not even argue against Hei Shanzi before, how could he win over King Jing now? In the end, he could only accept with tears in his eyes.

For the sake of the world's common people, even if it meant living in a luxurious house, sleeping on a bed of gold, corrupted by wine and women, Yi Chengzi was willing to endure.

The meal was filled with joy, but for some reason, Yi Chen always felt something was off about King Jing's officers that evening... Their flattery and lowered brows with a hint of eagerness to please was unlike their usual reserved demeanor.

He preferred their former restraint—the World-Shaking Pure Yang.

The next day, inside the Hidden Dragon Daoist Palace, a lively young girl bounded up to Yi Chen.

The girl wore a light pink dress that revealed her fair ankles, and a dark blue flower was pinned in her raven hair, making her appear charming and adorable, obviously well-groomed.

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