Shennong Dao Master

The medical expenses paid by Zuo Qiyu, the Five Poison Emperor, and Emperor Hongshan, partly included the purchase of a spot for the "Six Pillar Jade Scroll." The remaining funds were for the "exchange quota," which specified the number of treasures they could bring back from the Transmission Building.

Yang Baihe regarded the mission of protecting Zhao Xing as a vacation, evidently finding it quite easy.

"Boom~~~"

In the midst of conversation, the fourth level of the Transmission Building opened as well. The swirling cloud vortex sped up, seemingly affecting time and space as many fleeting, illusory images flashed past the portal.

Yang Baihe glanced over and asked without turning his head:

"Zhao Xing, the third level has opened."

"I didn’t ask about the specific details of the mission before I came."

"So, what is our first destination?"

Zhao Xing found it inconvenient to speak, so Ji Si answered on his behalf: "The sixth level of the Transmission Building, Desolate Domain pre-22 epochs. The goal is to find the Medicine King Realm."

......

In the misty rain with a cool breeze, the view before their eyes became clear from blurry in just an instant.

Zhao Xing found himself in a grand and resplendent hall, surrounded by endless clouds, where fairies gathered clouds in baskets and Heavenly Officials rode horses wildly.

Within the clouds were mountains, waterfalls cascading straight down, Spirit Rivers encircling small islands, with the fragrance of flowers everywhere, and cranes lowering their heads to preen their feathers on the islands.

Outside the hall, time seemed peaceful, but inside, it was bustling with activity.

Zhao Xing withdrew his gaze, only to see the inside of the hall dazzling with splendor, with wine gleaming in the crystal glass cups, reflecting the meticulously carved jade walls around.

Delicacies filled the long table, emitting enticing aromas, the swirling smoke making one feel refreshed and prompting Zhao Xing to take a deep breath.

"Zheng~" A crisp musical note resonated, making Zhao Xing feel his mind flow much more smoothly.

He looked toward the center of the hall, where a team of beautiful dancers floated into the banquet hall.

Leading them was a fairy wearing a colorful rainbow vestment robe, each step shimmering with dazzling light.

Her sleeves fluttered like a long rainbow lying over waves, the colorful ribbons swirling, even stirring the clouds outside the hall.

Zhao Xing’s gaze returned to the table in front of him where fragrant dishes were laid, flowing from both ends of the table, continuously bringing fresh dishes and fine wine up and down, pausing when the guests picked up their chopsticks and continuing when they did not.

Zhao Xing recognized some dishes: Chilled Crystal Condensed Phoenix Breast, Five Immortal Spirit Soup, Zhilu Braised Immortal Ginseng... there were more he didn’t recognize, but of high level, each made from top-grade ingredients!

Looking at himself, although still seated on the flower-patterned chair, he found himself dressed in luxurious robes.

Beside him were three palace maids in attendance, one feeding him wine, one feeding him food, while another lay in his arms, exposing her chest, wearing a black silk dress as thin as a cicada’s wings, always ready for Zhao Xing to toy with.

Zhao Xing: "..."

Such a luxurious scene inevitably aroused Zhao Xing’s curiosity about his own identity here.

"Zhao Xing, stop looking. You are currently a prince of the Daqian Ancient Country, and this is your palace."

A voice transmitted to his ear, leading Zhao Xing to follow the sound down, seeing a middle-aged man in a dark blue robe holding a wine cup at the first seat on the left in the hall.

It was none other than Yang Baihe, whose aura Zhao Xing could recognize, albeit with a greatly changed appearance.

"Captain, what is your current identity?"

"I am your brother-in-law, King Tao Mountain of Daqian Ancient Country."

"Standing third to your right is Ji Si, whose identity should be the Minister of the Imperial Court, also one of the Imperial Prince’s Tutors."

"Currently, this should be a banquet you’re hosting in your palace."

Indeed, Yang Baihe, as one of the top talents of Star Fire, understood the situation here in minutes.

Ji Si’s reaction was a step slower, but he soon corroborated Yang Baihe’s words.

"Grand Minister of Agriculture, that is indeed the case."

"To make conversation easier, please dismiss everyone else, Grand Minister."

Zhao Xing complied, instructing everyone but Ji Si and Yang Baihe to leave.

The hall quickly quieted down.

Ji Si and Yang Baihe each began to cast spells.

The former opened the vertical eye on his forehead to look at the top of Zhao Xing’s head, while the latter swiftly took out the Taishi Crown, plunging a torrent of words into time and space.

In less than a moment, Ji Si and Yang Baihe exchanged their conclusions.

"Desolate Domain pre-22 epochs, 94 solar years, the time matches."

"The thirteenth prince born to the eighth generation King of Daqian Ancient Country, Zhao Changling, and the character background fits the ’Six Pillar Jade Scroll’ level."

"Were any historical void events generated?"

"I sense none," Ji Si shook his head, "Please advise, Lord Yang."

"I sense none either. It seems this crossing is normal," Yang Baihe nodded, "However, I did sense two other historians appearing in this time-space; I don’t know if they are friends or foes."

"Never mind, let’s first figure out the purpose of Skywind Palace," Yang Baihe suggested.

"I’ve already found out, historically Zhao Changling was a sickly figure, and currently he is on a quest for the Medicine King Realm," Ji Si stated.

Yang Baihe looked surprisingly at Ji Si, "Isn’t Mr. Ji a top student of the Heavenly Master Mansion?"

He was amazed at Ji Si’s grasp of historical knowledge, able to keep pace with him, a master of the Reincarnation Realm.

As for Zhao Xing, he was a bit bewildered.

The time travelling through Transmission Building was completely foreign to him, and without historians as teammates, it would be a puzzle to him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Let Mr. Ji explain, while I sense the situation with the other two teams," Yang Baihe closed his eyes, his figure swaying slightly, as if the space-time around him twisted, suddenly creating eight Benji Avatars.

The eight avatars each held a Boundary Repair Pen writing something, a mass of words pouring forth and vanishing into the air.

Ji Si then moved beside Zhao Xing to enlighten him.