Primordial Era: The Witch Clan Reigns Supreme, Hongjun Begs Me to Become the Demon Emperor

Chapter 46 What a great working person!

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

The Lingxiao Palace was exceptionally lively today.

The Eastern King held a grand banquet to welcome the people from the West. The palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, celestial music filled the air, and fine wines and delicacies were served in a continuous stream, piled high like small mountains.

Although it was called a "welcome banquet," the Eastern King Duke knew perfectly well that it was a "banquet to win people's hearts."

He sat high on his imperial throne, a broad smile on his face, repeatedly raising his cup: "Come, come! Fellow Daoists, you have come from afar, let me toast you all!"

Zhunti raised his glass in response, beaming with a bright smile.

He raised his glass in response, his smile subtle.

Hongyun raised his glass in response, his smile genuine. He was truly happy, feeling that he could finally play the role of a "great philanthropist."

Maitreya sat at the lower end, surrounded by a feast of delicacies, his mouth greasy with food. Ksitigarbha quietly tugged at his sleeve.

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Senior brother, mind your image!

Maitreya mumbled, "What's there to be afraid of? The West has been poor for so many years, and now that they finally have a decent meal, can't they even eat a little more?"

Ksitigarbha was speechless.

The Eastern King was extremely satisfied with this scene.

See how easily they're bribed! They're grateful after just one meal!

He stroked his beard, about to say a few more polite words, when suddenly Maitreya put down the chicken leg in his hand and stood up.

He wiped his mouth, bowed respectfully to the Eastern King, and said in a loud voice, "Your Majesty! We Western cultivators are deeply grateful for Your Majesty's kindness. You have given us such fine things, and I, Maitreya, am not ungrateful—I must show my skills to repay Your Majesty's favor!"

Dongwanggong was taken aback, then smiled broadly: "Oh? What are your thoughts, Fellow Daoist Maitreya?"

Maitreya puffed out his chest and said, enunciating each word clearly, "I've made up my mind! I'll launch a massive alchemy campaign in Heaven! Ensuring that every immortal can consume elixirs!"

The Eastern King's smile froze on his face.

Maitreya continued, "I want to refine a ninth-grade supreme pill—even better than the pills of my master Laozi!"

Upon hearing this, the entire Lingxiao Palace instantly fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the celestial officials turned to look at Maitreya, their eyes filled with "Are you crazy?" Dongwanggong opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Is it even better than Lao Tzu's elixir?

Who is Laozi? The head of the Three Pure Ones, the transformed spirit of Pangu, and the universally acknowledged number one alchemist in the primordial world!

To obtain a few pills, Dongwanggong had to shamelessly visit Kunlun Mountain, offering gifts more frequently than anyone else. He also had to consider the old man's mood; if the old man was in a bad mood, he would simply refuse to see him, leaving Dongwanggong with no choice but to slink back home.

Now, this chubby young Westerner in front of me, who has just finished eating and is drooling, says he wants to refine an elixir that is better than mine.

The corner of Dongwanggong's mouth twitched.

He looked at Cundi and Jieyin.

Zhunti lowered his head and drank his tea, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Jieyin closed his eyes to rest, as if he had entered a meditative state.

Hongyun looked at Maitreya with anticipation, seemingly unaware of how outrageous his words were.

Dongwanggong coughed lightly: "Fellow Daoist Maitreya, this—the way of alchemy is profound and extensive. My senior brother Laozi has studied it for countless years to achieve what he has today. Yours—"

Maitreya waved his hand and said, "I know Your Majesty doesn't believe me! Then let Your Majesty see what a divine machine for automatically refining elixirs and creating miracles looks like!"

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He spoke with conviction and confidence.

Dongwanggong opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Oh well, it's good that young people have drive. It's okay if they don't succeed, they won't lose anything anyway.

He forced a smile: "Very well, then I'll be watching with anticipation!"

Maitreya clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I will certainly live up to Your Majesty's high expectations!"

The banquet ended late at night.

Maitreya and Ksitigarbha returned to the first level of heaven that the Eastern King Duke had specially allocated to them—which they named "Little Western Heaven".

This is an independent area with palaces, alchemy rooms, and medicinal gardens. Although it cannot compare to the Kunlun Mountains of the Three Pure Ones, it is already paradise for Western cultivators who are used to poverty.

As soon as Maitreya entered, he slumped into a chair and let out a long sigh.

Ksitigarbha closed the door, turned to look at him, his expression complex: "Senior brother, have we refined pills together before?"

Maitreya blinked: "No."

Ksitigarbha took a deep breath: "Then why are you still boasting? That your pills are better than my master's?"

Maitreya chuckled and sat up straight: "Alchemy, isn't it just mixing ingredients together and refining them into pills with fire? We may not know how to make pills, but we know how to invent!"

Ksitigarbha was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Maitreya stood up and began to speak eloquently: "Think about it, what's the most difficult part of alchemy? It's controlling the heat, the proportions of the ingredients, and the application of the alchemical formulas—all of these require experience and talent. But we can invent an automatic alchemy machine!"

"Use an array to control the heat, quantify the proportions with runes, inscribe the pill-making formula into the machine, then throw in the materials, press a switch, and 'hum!' the pill comes out!"

Ksitigarbha was dumbfounded.

"Will this... will this work?"

"Why not?" Maitreya said matter-of-factly.

"Isn't the principle behind the Earth Vein Connector the same? You inscribe the direction of the spiritual veins into the array plate, insert it into the ground, and it automatically connects—the same principle applies to alchemy!"

Ksitigarbha remained silent.

He thought about it and felt that it made some sense.

"But senior brother," he asked.

"We don't even understand the alchemy formulas, how are we supposed to inscribe them into the machine?"

Maitreya slapped his thigh: "That's easy! Let's go find my senior uncle!"

Ksitigarbha: "————Huh?"

Maitreya was already pacing around the room, getting more and more excited as he spoke: "My master's uncle is the number one alchemist, he must know the secrets of alchemy! Let's go to Kunlun Mountain to visit him and ask him about the principles of alchemy, the control of heat, and the proportions of ingredients—he's so kind, he definitely won't refuse!"

Ksitigarbha's lips twitched: "You call my senior uncle—Cixiang?"

Maitreya waved his hand: "Never mind that! Anyway, let's go, get the ideas, and get started when we get back!"

Ksitigarbha thought about it and it seemed—there was nothing wrong with it.

"What if it explodes?"

"So what if it exploded!" Maitreya said matter-of-factly. "What alchemy doesn't involve explosions? Just keep exploding until you succeed!"

Ksitigarbha was speechless.

The next morning, Maitreya set off.

He rode the light of his escape, flying eastward for countless days until he finally arrived at Kunlun Mountain.

"These mountains are so beautiful. I wish the West could be like this too."

The Kunlun Mountains stand majestically, shrouded in mist and clouds, with cranes soaring about, their spiritual energy so rich it's almost tangible.

As Maitreya muttered to himself, he landed in front of the mountain gate, straightened his robes, and respectfully presented his visiting card.

"The Western Maitreya requests an audience with his Supreme Master Uncle."

The gatekeeper glanced at him and went inside to report.

After a long while, someone came out and led him inside.

Maitreya followed the boy through many palaces and finally arrived at a secluded courtyard.

An old pine tree grows in the courtyard, and under the pine tree is a stone table, with an old man sitting beside the table.

The old man had white hair and beard, a simple and honest face, and was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe. He was closing his eyes and sipping tea.

His aura was as calm as an ancient well, as if he were one with heaven and earth.