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

Inside the cave, the three flower fairy maidens had already tidied it up.

A huge jade table was placed in the hall, and it was already filled with spiritual fruits and delicacies.

Among them, a bright red stone cauldron stands out. The cauldron is filled with amber-colored viscous liquid, which is bubbling with fine bubbles and emitting a rich aroma of wine and a scorching spiritual energy of stone marrow. It is stone marrow fire wine.

"This is Stone Marrow Fire Wine, brewed from the earth's vein stone marrow. Today, I'd like to share it with you all."

Chen Jiao personally took the jar and filled the jade cups in front of everyone. The wine was amber in color, and as it was gently swirled, it seemed as if sparks were flying around.

Black Wind took a deep breath of the alcohol and praised:

"Fine wine! Strong yet not harsh, full-bodied yet not murky, it has been aged for a century!"

Everyone raised their glasses.

Chen Jiao glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the Green Ape, the Earth God, and the Black Wind, then over the Poisonous Centipede and the Iron Mountain, before speaking loudly:

"I will remember what happened today. This cup is offered to all my fellow Daoists."

After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.

The wine, upon entering the throat, initially felt as hot as molten lava, but quickly transformed into a warm current that spread throughout the body, nourishing the demonic energy and bringing unparalleled comfort.

The blue ape and the earth god quickly drank it all, repeatedly saying they dared not accept it.

Hei Feng was even more delighted, downing the whole thing in one gulp and exclaiming how satisfying it was.

Poison Centipede and Iron Mountain also raised their cups and drank them down, savoring the pure spiritual power contained within the wine.

The cave was brightly lit and filled with the aroma of wine.

The crowd stopped mentioning the earlier fight and focused on discussing Taoist principles and their experiences, gradually creating a more harmonious atmosphere.

During the gathering, the group stopped talking about the earlier fight and instead discussed their experiences in cultivation, as well as the scenery and natural features of the mountains and rivers.

Black Wind was bold and witty, while Green Ape was knowledgeable and experienced, occasionally chiming in, making for a harmonious atmosphere.

At first, the Poison Centipede and the Iron Mountain Demon were a little reserved, but after a few cups of strong liquor, they saw that although Chen Jiao's expression was calm, he was not arrogant and spoke with composure, so they gradually relaxed.

Chen Jiao mostly listened quietly, but when he spoke, his words were always insightful. He had unique insights into the key points of cultivation, which made the demons present nod in agreement.

One cup of Stone Marrow Fire Wine after another, its warmth dispelling the chilling killing intent of their earlier encounter.

As night deepened outside the cave, the starlight and moonlight shone through the crevices in the rocks, mingling with the lights inside the cave.

Although this banquet lacked music and dance, it quietly established the new status of Xuanqing Cave in Qingchi Ridge amidst toasts, laughter, and friendly conversation.

The old master lies dormant at the bottom of the lake, while the new master's aura has already taken shape.

The party continued until the moon was high in the sky before everyone dispersed, having enjoyed themselves to the fullest.

Before leaving, Hei Feng made a promise with Chen Jiao that they would come to discuss the Dao often in the future. Then, he rode on Hei Feng and left with a big laugh.

The Poison Centipede and Iron Mountain also took their leave, transforming into a demonic wind and returning to their cave.

Chen Jiao sat alone in front of the stone bed, his gaze calm as he watched the flickering lamplight, a variety of thoughts swirling in his mind.

The night outside the window was deep, and a light rain had begun to fall again, pattering on the stone steps and banana leaves, adding to the tranquility.

Although he did not take the life of the Azure Scale Demon Lord today, that water-thunder sword energy was enough to intimidate him for a long time.

In reality, the power at Qingchi Ridge has already quietly changed hands.

However, tall trees catch the wind. The snake demon Qinglin is not a threat, but Xuan Guang Shangren of Xuan Guang Sword Pavilion has already achieved his Golden Core. Although he needs to go into seclusion to stabilize his realm, the threat still exists.

"A direct assault would not only deplete our own strength but could also force the two sides to join forces, leaving us vulnerable. We must use their strength against them, and use one force to devour another."

He pondered for a moment, his mind racing, and a plan gradually formed.

Just as I was concentrating, a very faint fragrance, a blend of the delicate scents of three different flowers and trees, quietly approached.

Chen Jiao looked up and saw that the three maids, Zi Teng, Shan Tao, and Li Hua, were already standing silently in front of the bed.

Wisteria held a freshly brewed calming tea, Peach held a warm towel, and Pear Blossom held a clean set of nightgowns.

The three women all had their heads bowed and eyes lowered, their hair slightly loosened, and their skirts trailing on the ground. In the dim light, their faces appeared even more delicate.

"Master has been working hard these past few days, let us maids help you rest."

The wisteria spoke softly, its voice as gentle and soothing as vines brushing against still water.

Chen Jiao remained silent, his gaze sweeping over the three women.

The wisteria possessed a cool and aloof air, yet its eyes rippled like spring water at this moment;

Shan Tao's face was like a peach blossom, her cheeks flushed with rosy clouds, adding to her beauty;

Pear blossoms timidly raised their eyes to look at me, their gaze as gentle as water, a sight that evoked pity in me.

He relaxed a little, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly.

The three women understood immediately, and were delighted. They gently put down what they were holding.

Zi Teng moved behind the couch, stretched out her slender fingers, and massaged his temples with just the right amount of pressure. Her fingertips were slightly cool and carried the fresh scent of vine leaves.

Yamamoto knelt before the couch and gently wiped his face and hands with a warm towel.

Pear Blossom was the most shy. After hesitating for a moment, she stepped forward to remove his outer robe, her fingertips trembling slightly.

As warmth gradually filled the room, the light bulbs crackled and popped, casting dappled shadows.

The sound of rain outside the window was dense, like pearls falling on a jade plate, which made the cave a quiet and peaceful place.

The maids' breathing was soft and shallow, mingling with the floral scent from their hair and clothes, like a lazy and comfortable net woven together.

Chen Jiao closed his eyes, and his tense heartstrings quietly relaxed under this silent tenderness and just-right service.

The battles, scheming, and calculations on the path of cultivation seem to temporarily fade away at this moment.

Only the temperature of my fingertips, the breath in my ear, and the sound of rain outside the window became exceptionally clear.

Seeing his relaxed expression, Shan Tao boldly pressed her soft body closer, tilted her pretty face up, and breathed softly, "Master..."

The massage from the wisteria gradually took on a different meaning, with a barely perceptible spiritual energy flowing through her fingertips, sending a tingling sensation deep into her bones.

Although Lihua was shy, she blushed as she straightened his clothes, her soft hand slowly moving down as if to touch him unintentionally.

Chen Jiao opened his eyes, his gaze deep and thoughtful, no longer filled with pure contemplation, but imbued with a touch of human warmth.

Her eyes reflected the flickering lights and three beautiful faces, each with its own unique charm.

He reached out, his fingertips brushing against the woman's smooth chin. The woman trembled slightly and lowered her head, remaining silent.

It brushed against the mountain peach's rosy face, eliciting a soft laugh from her.

Finally, he grasped Pear Blossom's slightly cool wrist and felt the rapidness of her pulse.

The three women gasped for breath, their smiles radiant.

The next moment, the lamp flame was extinguished by a gentle, eerie breeze, plunging the room into darkness, with only a faint light coming from outside the window.

The faint sound of objects falling to the ground could be heard, mixed with a few soft murmurs like the warbling of orioles in a valley, which were quickly swallowed up by the sound of wind and rain rising outside the window.

Outside the window, the night rain intensifies.

Rainwater washes over the rocks and vegetation of Yunmang Mountain, forming trickles that flow into Qingchi Lake, creating ripples before finally settling into stillness.

After an unknown amount of time, the rain outside the window gradually stopped, and the moon appeared through the clouds.

The moonlight streamed into the room through the cracks in the window.

On the bed, Chen Jiao lay quietly with his eyes closed, his breathing even and deep.

Three flower fairy maidens nestled beside him, their cheeks still flushed and their lips still bearing a satisfied smile, as they fell into a deep sleep.

Only tranquility remained inside the cave.

The previous commotion was like a sudden storm in the night, nourishing things silently and leaving no trace.