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The East China Sea is vast and boundless.

It was a beautiful, sunny day, with not even a seagull bothering to fly over the sea, when suddenly a large patch of dark clouds pressed down on the horizon.

This isn't about to rain; it's the arrival of the witch clan.

Lin Xuan stood on a cloud, holding the hands of his three children who had just eaten a few days ago. Lin Tian had his hands behind his back, Lin Yang was still picking his teeth, and Lin Yue covered her nose with a handkerchief, disgusted by the fishy smell of the sea breeze.

Behind them was a neatly arranged shamanic honor guard.

It was called a ceremonial guard, but it was actually a group of powerful shamans led by Zhu Rong and Gong Gong. These people were used to fighting, so it was hard for them to pretend to be civilized. They all had fierce expressions and muscles that made their clothes look like they were there to plunder property, not to visit relatives.

"Dad, is this the East China Sea?" Lin Yang spat a toothpick into the sea. "It doesn't look anything special. It's not even as big as the bathhouse in front of our house."

Lin Xuan patted his son on the back of the head.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is our future money bag... cough cough, it's our friendly neighbor."

Lin Xuan straightened his collar and glanced back at Zhu Rong.

"Fourth Brother, we agreed that we're here today to 'win people over with virtue' and discuss cooperation. Don't say anything later, and try to control your fiery temper so you don't scare them."

Zhu Rong thumped his chest loudly: "Thirteenth Brother, don't worry! I'll be mute today! I absolutely won't bring shame to our Wu tribe! I even took a bath and changed into new clothes. Look at this fabric, how smooth it is!"

Lin Xuan sighed, hoping it would work.

The group landed in a grand procession directly above the Dragon Palace of the East Sea.

Before Lin Xuan could even speak, a loud "splash" was heard from the sea below.

Suddenly, a thick, heavy water barrier rose from the once calm sea, its surface shimmering with various runes and blinding light. Immediately afterward, countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals scurried about frantically underwater, like startled ants.

Faintly, one could still hear heart-wrenching screams coming from the seabed.

"Close the door! Close the door now! That man-eating demon king is here!"

"Activate Level One alert! Hide all the pearls and agates inside the sea eye! Hurry!"

"By order of the King! No one is allowed to leave! Anyone who does will be the dinner table for tonight's drinks!"

Lin Xuan's smile froze.

He turned to Lin Tian: "Son, didn't you make too much of a fuss last time? Why are they reacting like this before we've even made a move?"

Lin Tian looked completely innocent: "Dad, I only ate one fish, and the fish started it."

At this moment, a voice filled with sobs came from the seabed. It was amplified by a sound-amplifying array and belonged to Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea.

"Lin Xuan, Holy Witch! Respected Ancestral Witch Grandfathers! Our Dragon Clan is poor! Truly poor! We have no food left at home, and our children are so hungry they're eating seaweed! Please, please look elsewhere! To the north! The Kunpeng there is so fat!"

Lin Xuan felt a headache coming on.

This rumor is way too outrageous.

"Brother Ao Guang!" Lin Xuan cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound as amiable as possible. "You've misunderstood! I'm not here to rob you, I'm here to borrow... oh no, to deliver a great fortune! Let's get straight to the point, how about we sit down and have a cup of tea?"

"I won't drink!" Ao Guang shouted hysterically from below. "I'm not thirsty! And don't even think about tricking me into opening the door! I've heard that your witch clan's tastes have changed; they don't eat wild animals anymore, they eat seafood instead! My old bones aren't good for that, really, I have rheumatism, my flesh is sour!"

Zhu Rong, who was listening nearby, frowned and her anger rose rapidly.

He wasn't a patient person to begin with, and after listening to this old mudfish babbling on and on without opening the door, he completely forgot what he had promised Lin Xuan.

"Ugh! I'm so angry!"

Zhu Rong stepped out and pointed at the water curtain below, cursing loudly.

"You old mudfish! You don't know what's good for you, do you? My thirteenth brother is speaking to you so nicely, and you're just ignoring me? Believe me or not, I'll boil this puddle of yours dry and turn you into braised mudfish!"

As soon as he shouted, the water curtain below trembled three times.

Gonggong, not to be outdone, stomped his foot and said, "Fourth Brother, boiling it dry is too much trouble. Watch me, I'll just drain this water and let them all dry salted fish on the beach!"

Lin Xuan slapped his forehead.

It’s over.

Now even jumping into the Yellow River won't clear my name.

Hearing this, Ao Guang below was terrified.

"See! I knew it! They want a full dragon feast! Braised! And dried salted fish! Good heavens, this is unbearable! Dao Ancestor, please open your eyes and see!"

Lin Tian tugged at Lin Xuan's sleeve and whispered, "Dad, it seems that being gentle won't work. How about we just rob it directly? I don't think this barrier is very strong; Second Brother broke it with a breath of fire."

Lin Yang was already gathering his strength on the side, his cheeks puffed out and sparks flying from his nostrils.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Lin Xuan quickly stopped these two troublemakers.

If we really destroy the Dragon Palace, who will make money for it in the future? We can't do something that kills the goose that lays the golden eggs.

"Everyone, step back!" Lin Xuan displayed the authority of a parent.

Although Zhurong and Gonggong were unconvinced, they obediently retreated to the back. Lin Yang also swallowed his anger and let out a smoky burp.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath; it seemed he had to resort to drastic measures.

He took out a purple-gold jade bottle from his pocket.

The moment the bottle was taken out, the surrounding space trembled slightly, and an ancient, vast, and noble aura instantly permeated the entire East China Sea.

This is the [True Blood of the Ancestral Dragon] reward from the system.

Although it was only a single drop, for the dragon race, it was a fatal temptation, a call etched into their genes.

Lin Xuan uncorked the bottle and gently shook it.

"Ao Guang, I know you're watching. Smell this, what's that smell?"

seabed.

Ao Guang, who was hiding under the dragon throne and trembling, suddenly twitched his nose twice.

An indescribable surge of blood made the scales on his body stand on end. It felt like an orphan who had wandered for many years suddenly hearing the call of his own father.

"This...this is..."

Ao Guang suddenly crawled out from under the table, disregarding his fear, and stared intently at the aura emanating from above through the water curtain.

"The aura of... the Ancestral Dragon?!"