Familiar? How could he not be? That guy had already shown up twice—once when he tried to attack Xuanhuang Village, and again in the Golden Sand Desert, always as an enemy. Strong and cunning, he was a downright despicable character. Honestly, he was no less of a menace than the Green Emperor.
Especially when Yi Tianxing recalled the vile tactics that the Invincible General had used back then, his eyebrow twitched wildly.
This guy… throws night soil!
His skill in flinging chamber pot contents was damn near supernatural—utterly heinous.Even now, just thinking about it made Yi Tianxing draw a cold breath. If the Night Soil General really pulled his signature stunt at the Dragon Palace Banquet, the whole palace would go insane. Who knew how many would suffer his depraved persecution?
"The Invincible General? Hey, isn't that the guy you told me about before, Master—the infamous Night Soil General? Amazing! I'd always wanted to meet him. Now that we've bumped into each other here, I absolutely must get to know him!"
The Green Emperor's tail perked up as his eyes bulged round with excitement.
He'd long heard of the Invincible General—not from Yi Tianxing, but from Wushuang Ghost, Xue Kunlun, and the other soldiers who had followed them from the Golden Sand Desert. That battle had become a regular topic among them. And this general? They all said he made men tremble, ghosts cry, and even gods and Buddhas go pale.
Naturally, this piqued his curiosity immensely.
Now, seeing the infamous figure in the flesh, the Green Emperor was downright thrilled—itching to strike up a "friendly" exchange.
"Human cultivator Sikong Zhaixing here to attend the banquet. Presenting the gift: White Jade Beauty."
At that moment, a familiar figure appeared before them, making the Green Emperor's eyes go wide.
A man in a long blue robe handed over his invitation and casually walked into the Crystal Palace. Even if he were turned to ashes, the Green Emperor would still recognize him. It was none other than Sikong Zhaixing, walking right in as if he belonged. At his side was a middle-aged man with a rather sleazy air.
"Sikong Zhaixing. Liu Qu!" Yi Tianxing murmured thoughtfully.
"That damned Fart King! How the hell did he get in here with a Dragon Palace invitation? And he brought that bastard Liu too! My sweet Flower Girl... because of him, I couldn't stay by her side!"
The Green Emperor's eyes were blazing with fury. He was gnashing his teeth at the sight of those two.
"Alright, we're in the Dragon Palace now. Green Emperor, keep yourself in check. If you cause trouble here, don't blame me for turning you into a mute dog who never opens his mouth again.
And Sikong Zhaixing is now a Tongtian Pavilion enshrined expert—a strong ally of our Da Yi Dynasty. What happened before was a misunderstanding. Besides, didn't you already get your revenge? If word gets out, people will just say you're petty and narrow-minded.
As for Liu Qu, once we return to Da Yi, I'll make sure someone has a word with him. He won't interfere with your meetings with Little Flower anymore."
Yi Tianxing shook his head and warned the Green Emperor.
If he let the Green Emperor loose here, the entire Dragon Palace could erupt into chaos. That wouldn't just disgrace the Dragon Palace—it would tarnish the face of Da Yi as well.
"Petty? Me? I've got the kind of stomach that can carry a whole ship! But fine. Since you say so, I'll reluctantly let them off—for now."
Though still disgruntled, the Green Emperor truly did fear being muted forever. That would be his ultimate downfall.
"This Liu Qu is no ordinary man," Yi Tianxing thought. "He's likely a founding figure of the tomb-robbing world, with deep ties to the owner of that ancient immortal tomb."
Yi Tianxing had long since investigated Liu Qu. He knew quite a bit. The man had taken thirteen trips in recent years—no other job, no visible profession—yet never lacked cultivation resources. Every time he ran low on funds, he vanished for a bit, only to return flush with wealth.
According to elite agents from the Heavenly Calamity Hall, Liu Qu was nothing short of a grave robber—likely from the infamous Liu family of misfits.
Who would've thought he'd end up hanging around with Sikong Zhaixing? Truly, birds of a feather flock together. The ways of fate—utterly unpredictable.
At the same time, both Sikong Zhaixing and Liu Qu were inwardly thrilled.
"Sikong Daoist, I must thank you. Without your help, I never could have attended such a grand event. This Crystal Palace… it really is worthy of the Dragon Clan's reputation. Truly unbelievable. The underwater world is breathtaking—far grander than the land."
Liu Qu was full of admiration as he spoke to Sikong.
"Yes, but word is the Emperor himself will be attending. Best to stay cautious," Sikong Zhaixing said.
Naturally, their invitation wasn't acquired through official means. He had stumbled across it while roaming an alien tribe and light-fingered it from them.
All the invitations looked the same at first—only when activated would they brand themselves with the guest's identity.
As for how you got one, the Dragon Palace didn't concern itself. If you managed to take someone else's invitation and still show up? That just proved your capability. Rather than reject you, they welcomed such boldness.
The rest was trivial.
For Sikong Zhaixing, joining a Dragon Palace banquet was exciting beyond words. He was allowed one companion, so of course he brought Liu Qu—his fellow scoundrel.
"Let's go in." Yi Tianxing said calmly.
Sikong Zhaixing was here because of his skills, and Yi had no reason to stop him. Da Yi had no such rigid limitations anyway.
At the entrance, Yi Tianxing handed over his invitation and offered a jade box as a gift.
The one registering guests was an old turtle of the Sea Turtle Clan—none other than the Prime Minister Turtle of the Dragon Palace.
Taking the invitation and inspecting it, Prime Minister Turtle couldn't hide a flash of surprise before announcing in a resounding voice:
"Yi Emperor of the Da Yi Dynasty arrives! Presenting the gift: a Five-Element Spiritual Fruit – Water Spirit Fruit!"
His voice echoed through the area.
In an instant, the atmosphere fell into hushed reverence. Countless eyes turned toward Yi Tianxing. Even the shrimp and crab guards were staring, curiosity shining in their gazes.
Clearly, they had all heard of Yi Tianxing—but it was their first time laying eyes on him.
This was the ruler of the first fortune dynasty in the Eternal World, the man who had battled the Eternal Night in the Divine-Demon Battlefield and turned the tide. How could people not be curious?
Every pair of eyes was practically bulging with interest.
Even here in the ocean, among the aquatic tribes, his name carried immense weight.
Upon seeing him, many of the palace guards felt an inexplicable pressure. The longer they looked at Yi Tianxing, the more discomfort they felt—as if an invisible might was forcing their gaze away. It was like looking directly at a god: stare too long, and your eyes might burn.
This was "presence"—an intangible aura of authority.
You couldn't see it, but it was undeniably real.
As the sovereign of a fortune dynasty, gathering the will of countless citizens, such a presence came naturally. The weak could only feel the pressure instinctively.
After retrieving their invitation, Yi Tianxing and the Green Emperor stepped into the Crystal Palace.
From within, the grandeur was evident. Every architectural feature oozed extravagance. Even the pillars were carved from dragon-patterned crystal, with innate markings forming images of coiled dragons. The aura was imposing—dominant.
Those pillars soared skyward.
The floor was laid with glazed white jade—clear and pristine. Suspended from above were glowing night pearls, each the size of a fist. They illuminated the entire hall in a soft, dreamlike glow—never blinding, always calming.
Outside, you couldn't see into the Crystal Palace. But from the inside, you had a panoramic view of the underwater world. Luminescent jellyfish floated by, radiating strange lights. Coral reefs, seahorses, and other marine life darted about freely. It was a surreal sight—magnificent and exotic.
To the land-bound guests, this was a truly novel experience.
At the very top sat a massive dragon throne, with a huge white jade banquet table before it—clearly the seat of the Hanhai Dragon King.
Lining both sides of the hall were rows of similar white jade tables, each covered in rare delicacies, spiritual fruits, and exotic underwater treasures. Just looking at them stirred intense temptation—people were practically salivating.
It was clear this palace was vast—infused with the power of "a mustard seed containing a universe," making the interior space incomparably large. It could easily accommodate tens of thousands of guests drinking and feasting together.
Many had already arrived. There were humans, beastfolk, various foreign races, and naturally, aquatic beings. Practically every kind of race could be seen here.
Of course, many had yet to arrive.
As Yi Tianxing entered, all eyes in the great hall turned to him. He was the center of attention. Many of those gazes held curiosity, others admiration. Most smiled and nodded in greeting.
Clearly, the Emperor of Da Yi was a name that had long since spread far and wide.