Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

Princess Wansheng lowered her head and gathered her clothes, unconsciously twisting a piece of silk from her sleeve.

After hesitating for a moment, under her father's slightly urging gaze, she lowered her head and gave a soft reply.

He rose, picked up a carved jade pot from the table, and slowly moved it to Chen Jiao's table.

With each step, her colorful skirt trailed on the ground, and her jade pendants jingled softly, yet they could not conceal the sudden acceleration of her heartbeat.

Princess Wansheng dared not look up, only feeling that the figure in black was very close, and her faint aura could be faintly smelled.

She stared intently at the empty cup, her delicate hand tilting slightly.

The turquoise liquor traced a crystal-clear arc as it poured into the glass, making a clear, melodious sound and releasing a delicate, orchid-like fragrance.

Chen Jiao's gaze swept over her lowered eyes and landed on her increasingly full wine glass. He nodded slightly and said:

"Thank you for your trouble, Princess."

Princess Wansheng said softly, "Uncle, please enjoy your meal," and then, holding the jade pot, retreated to her original position almost as if fleeing.

Looking down at my nose, and then focusing on my heart, I felt a lingering heat on my face.

The Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints took in this scene, stroked his beard and smiled, then raised his cup to invite someone to drink, and the atmosphere in the hall became even more lively.

The Nascent Soul cultivators present were all insightful individuals, and they could easily discern the deeper meaning behind the Myriad Saints Dragon King's arrangement.

Seeing Princess Wansheng shyly pour wine for Xuan Ling, her call of "Uncle" was tinged with a thousand turns.

When the group exchanged glances, they all saw a hint of helpless smirk in each other's eyes.

That old dragon is truly cunning and treacherous!

What "uncle"? He clearly has the intention of becoming a "son-in-law"!

Seeing that Fellow Daoist Xuanling possessed great supernatural powers and profound Daoist skills, and that they had a convenient connection with him, they hurriedly presented the pearl, hoping to attach themselves to this towering tree that was already showing signs of becoming a giant.

Today he's pouring wine and calling for his uncle, tomorrow he might be calling from his bedside... What a clever scheme!

Everyone was secretly annoyed, but there was nothing they could do.

Fellow Daoist Xuanling's cultivation is unfathomable, and his methods are extraordinary. If we can befriend him, it will greatly benefit our own power.

Some people unconsciously raised their wine glasses, their gazes sweeping over the rough-looking men who were accompanying them, and they couldn't help but shake their heads inwardly.

Unfortunately, his own cave dwelling was far away, and he had not brought any eligible women with him to this banquet. Even if he wanted to find a wife, he had no beautiful daughter by his side at the moment, so he could only sigh in despair.

Even those who could barely make a name for themselves are now thousands of miles away, missing this golden opportunity to curry favor.

Judging from Fellow Daoist Xuanling's elegant and aloof demeanor, his standards must be exceptionally high; ordinary women would probably not even catch his eye.

This old dragon did indeed have a wonderful daughter; not only is she stunningly beautiful, but I've also heard that her constitution is incredibly mysterious.

After much deliberation, the cultivators sighed in unison, raised their cups to each other, and concealed the complex expressions on their faces.

The wine only deepened my sorrow and melancholy.

Seeing the old Dragon King's brilliant move, they could only watch from the sidelines, and the frustration was indescribable.

The only hope is that in the future, another opportunity will arise to establish a friendship with this Flood Dragon Demon King.

Inside the hall, the shimmering pearls reflected the bustling atmosphere of revelry.

The music grew increasingly rapid and cheerful, and the dancers' colorful sleeves fluttered like clouds, yet they could not conceal the undercurrents of emotion swirling within the room.

The auspicious time is approaching.

As the guests clinked glasses and exchanged toasts, their eyes kept glancing unconsciously at the still empty jade table on the left.

The seat, covered with bright yellow brocade, stood out starkly against the backdrop of the hall filled with jewels and precious stones.

Those who occupy this position are either of high rank or noble status.

Why is he so late? Is he deliberately being difficult, or is there something else going on?

The five times the neighboring Golden Core demon cultivators raised their cups in a toast, the crisp sound of their cups clashing mingled with suppressed complaints:

"This distinguished guest... is far too arrogant."

Several impatient demon cultivators in the back row couldn't help but crane their necks to peek, and whispers rippled through the room:

"The auspicious time is approaching, why hasn't this person shown up yet?"

"What a grand spectacle! We've been waiting in vain..."

The Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints stroked the jade cup, his brows furrowing slightly.

He muttered to himself.

Given that person's personality, they usually arrive early to join in the fun at such a lively banquet. Why would they be so late today?

Could something have happened on the way...?

The Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints raised his cup to drink, but put it down again, unable to resist glancing outside the palace. Highly recommend "Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord Jingfa"! Click to enter the story world.

The pool was deep and still, without a trace of movement.

Chen Jiao sat upright in the head seat on the right, his black robes hanging silently.

His gaze fell on the empty seat, and as he seemed to be deep in thought, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

coming!

Suddenly, the deep water outside the hall rippled.

An indescribable, powerful aura penetrated the crystal palace walls, dimming the brilliance of all the pearls in the hall.

At that very moment.

Suddenly, a long shout rang out from outside the palace gates, the tortoise spirit channeling its full magical power. The sound waves pierced through layers of water curtains, causing even the radiance of the pearls atop the palace roof to tremble.

"The Mighty Bull Demon King of Cuiyun Mountain, here!"

All the guests in the hall, except for Xuan Ling, changed color!

The whispers abruptly stopped, and many demon cultivators were so shocked that they stood up.

The sound of cups and saucers spilling out sporadically rang out, and horrified gazes were cast toward the palace gate.

The Mighty Bull Demon King of Cuiyun Mountain?

It was none other than the great demon king who reigned supreme over one region and whose might shook the four continents!

Who would have thought that the person sitting in the empty seat on the left would be this person!

Upon hearing this, the Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints' doubtful expression instantly transformed into a genuine smile. He abruptly stood up and said repeatedly:

He personally left his seat and strode quickly toward the palace gate, his powerful stride creating ripples on the water.

The beaded curtain swung up with a rustling sound, and a figure as imposing as a mountain strode in.

The newcomer had a pair of bull horns curving upwards on his head, wore a dark blue velvet jacket, a phoenix belt around his waist, and suede boots.

With a square face, a wide mouth, and eyes like lamps, though dressed as an ordinary wealthy idler, his sweeping gaze exuded an air of domineering authority.

He is none other than the Demon King of the West, renowned throughout the four seas for his chaotic deeds!

His arrival caused the atmosphere in the hall to change abruptly.

All the previous speculations and undercurrents were somewhat dispelled by this overwhelming aura of heroism.

With a hearty yet slightly apologetic smile, the Bull Demon King clasped his hands in a respectful bow to the approaching Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints, his voice booming like a bell:

"Old Dragon King, I'm so sorry! Old Ox is late!"

As he spoke, he glanced around the hall, cupped his hands in greeting to the guests, and laughed heartily:

Fellow Daoists, please don't be offended.

I encountered some trivial matters on the way, which tied me up and caused a delay of some time. Please forgive me!

He spoke fluently and was approachable, showing no airs of a peerless demon king, instantly dispelling the tense atmosphere that had just been brought about by his reputation.

However, when that seemingly casual gaze swept across the entire area, an invisible pressure emanated from it, causing some demon cultivators with slightly lower cultivation levels to subconsciously lower their heads and give way.

The guests then seemed to realize what was happening and rose to return the greeting, saying "I dare not," their expressions a mixture of awe and reverence.

The Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints also said it was no problem, and personally led the Bull Demon King to the first seat on the left.

The Bull Demon King laughed heartily and, without refusing, strode towards the long-vacant left-hand seat.

Wherever they went, the demon cultivators unconsciously lowered their heads slightly.

The Bull Demon King strode to the head seat on the left, lifted his robe, and sat down with an extremely unrestrained manner.

A maidservant immediately stepped forward to pour wine.

The Bull Demon King's gaze swept over the still-shocked guests in the hall, finally settling on the head seat opposite him.

Just then, Chen Jiao also looked up.

The moment their eyes met, the shimmering light in the hall seemed to freeze for a second.

The Bull Demon King's pupils gleamed brightly, while the Flood Dragon Demon King's eyes rippled like a deep pool.

In that instant, both demons sensed a majestic and awe-inspiring aura emanating from each other.

It wasn't about judging someone's skill level, but rather an indescribable air of authority, as if they were blessed with the fortune of the demon race.

Before the guests could recover from the shock of the arrival of the Bull Demon King, they witnessed an even more horrifying scene.

Suddenly, the Bull Demon King raised his head and laughed loudly, his voice shaking the palace tiles. He then took the lead in clasping his hands in a fist and bowing, saying:

"Good! Well done, you Flood Dragon Demon King!"

Almost simultaneously, Chen Jiao also rose from his seat, his black robes fluttering without wind, and calmly returned the greeting:

"I have long admired the reputation of the King of Bulls."

Two voices, one loud and one clear; two figures, one majestic and one upright.

They bowed from a distance of several feet.

Despite the impeccable manners, the overwhelming and clashing demonic auras within the hall could not be concealed.

The shock caused the surrounding pearls to shimmer and the wine in the cup to ripple.

The hall was deathly silent.