Journey to the West: Deer Power Immortal, Starting from Becoming a Disciple of the Supreme Lord Tais

"How dare you!"

Seeing that the Arhat Subduing Tiger was at a disadvantage, the Arhat Subduing Dragon swung his dagger, and countless sword shadows poured down like a torrential rain.

The shadows of blades filled the sky, each carrying the power to cut through metal and seal off all of Lu Qingxuan's escape routes.

Lu Qingxuan chuckled lightly, his figure shifted again, and in an instant he disappeared into a withered tree in the wilderness.

The blade struck the withered tree, splitting the trunk into several pieces, sending wood chips flying. In contrast, Lu Qingxuan had already escaped from the roots of the withered tree, taking advantage of the opponent's lack of time to investigate, and thrust his sword towards the back of the Tiger-Taming Arhat.

"Wow, that's fast!"

The Arhat Subduing Tiger was greatly alarmed. He had fought Golden Immortals before, but he had never seen anyone as slippery as Lu Qingxuan.

But it was too late to turn around, so he could only use the monk's knife to block.

With a loud clang, sparks flew everywhere, and the Tiger-Taming Arhat was forced back several steps, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped down his wrist.

Feeling the force coming from his hand, a hint of fear flashed in the eyes of the Tiger-Taming Arhat.

That's terrifying force!

"Amitabha...."

Seeing that Jianglong Fuhu had suffered repeated setbacks, the Long-Browed Arhat shook his head. He knew that if he did not take action, Jianglong Fuhu alone would not be able to defeat Lu Qingxuan.

He tossed the purple-gold alms bowl into the air, and a beam of golden light as thick as a person's waist shot out from the bowl, enveloping Lu Qingxuan.

Wherever the golden light reached, the earth cracked, and the rubble was sucked up and turned to dust in the golden light.

"Comparing treasures..."

Lu Qingxuan slightly raised the corners of his mouth and took out a purple alchemy furnace from his sleeve.

As immortal power was poured in, the myriad totems on the alchemy furnace lit up one by one. Birds and beasts, mountains and rivers, the sun, moon and stars seemed to come alive at this moment, slowly rotating around the alchemy furnace and forming a purple light curtain that enveloped Lu Qingxuan.

"Buzz!"

The golden light crashed into the light screen, producing a deafening roar, like two mountains colliding, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

Golden and purple light intertwined, devouring and dissolving each other, creating a bizarre yet spectacular scene.

Lu Qingxuan formed hand seals, continuously channeling his magical power into the alchemy furnace.

The light barrier surged, and the purple light intensified, pushing the golden light back inch by inch.

The long-browed Arhat's expression changed slightly. He exerted all his strength to activate the purple-gold alms bowl, and the Buddhist light in the bowl grew brighter and brighter, but it only lasted for a moment before dimming.

"break!"

Lu Qingxuan shouted and pushed upwards with both hands.

The totem of all things suddenly flew out, transforming into countless streaks of purple light that streaked across the night sky like a meteor shower, carrying earth-shattering power as they shot toward the three Arhats.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon wielded his Vajra Pestle, shattering the purple light that was aimed at him.

But there were just too many purple lights, and soon he was struck on the shoulder by one of them and sent flying backward.

The Arhat Subduing Tiger also felt immense pressure. Although his precept knife was also a magic weapon, it was no match for the myriad totems on the alchemy furnace. Before long, he coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the two Arhats in such a terrible state, the Long-Browed Arhat dared not be careless. He quickly summoned back the Purple Gold Bowl to protect himself. Purple light poured down, and a series of collision sounds rang out.

The offensive continued for a long time before it finally stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the moonlight shone down again.

Looking at the three Arhats again, they were no longer the spirited men they once were; each bore scars.

Lu Qingxuan put away the alchemy furnace, stood with his hands behind his back, and his robes fluttered gently in the night breeze.

He did not make another move, but simply watched the three Arhats quietly, his gaze as calm as still water.

"Three masters, shall we continue the fight?"

The Arhat Subduing Dragon gritted his teeth, wanting to speak, but was stopped by the Arhat with long eyebrows raising his hand.

The long-browed Arhat wiped the blood from his cheek, gave a bitter smile, and said, "Master Lu, you are truly skilled. We three humble monks are completely defeated."

Regarding the matter of Chechi Kingdom, this humble monk will truthfully report it to the Buddha. As for how the Buddha decides to proceed, that is beyond this humble monk's control.

Lu Qingxuan said, "Arhat, please proceed."

Without saying much, the Long-Browed Arhat, accompanied by the Dragon-Taming and Tiger-Subduing Arhats, rode on a golden beam and disappeared into the night sky.

Watching the three figures disappear, Lu Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at the purple alchemy furnace in his hand. The myriad totems on the furnace body were a bit dimmer than before, and several fine cracks extended from the furnace mouth to the bottom, as if they had been torn apart by some force.

In this battle, he fought against three opponents, and although he won, it was not an easy victory.

The two Arhats, Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger, possessed greater magical power than he had anticipated. Had he not mastered the Five Elements Escape Technique, the outcome of this battle would have been uncertain.

The eighteen Arhats of Buddhism are truly extraordinary.

However, he was able to defeat three Arhats while only being a Golden Immortal, which is quite impressive among Golden Immortals.

After putting the alchemy furnace into his sleeve, Lu Qingxuan used his immortal power to restore the appearance of the area before turning around and walking towards the Sanqing Temple.

At the city gate, several soldiers guarding the city were peeking out of the city.

The terrifying commotion just now had already alarmed the entire capital. If they hadn't known that Lu Qingxuan was in the capital, chaos would have ensued long ago.

Upon seeing Lu Qingxuan approach, several soldiers immediately knelt down to pay their respects, not daring to raise their heads.

Lu Qingxuan ignored him and walked straight through the city gate, heading towards the Sanqing Temple along the main street.

The abbot of Sanqing Temple was standing in front of the temple gate, pacing anxiously.

He saw Lu Qingxuan and hurriedly went to greet him, his voice trembling, "Immortal Master, you've finally returned! The commotion just now..."

Lu Qingxuan waved his hand to interrupt him, saying, "It's alright, those uninvited guests have already been sent away. Go back and rest."

The abbot wanted to ask more questions, but seeing Lu Qingxuan's calm expression, he dared not say anything more and could only bow and retreat.

Lu Qingxuan returned to the quiet room, closed the door, and sat down cross-legged.

He took out the alchemy furnace stand and held it in his palm, carefully examining the cracks.

This alchemy furnace has been with him for many years, shielding him from heavenly tribulations and heavenly fires. Now it has once again blocked a combined attack from three Arhats for him, and he has long developed an attachment to it.

It's a pity that the Heaven-Mending Ointment bestowed by the Dao Ancestor has been used up, otherwise it could have been used to restore it.

As for now, we can only resort to traditional methods...

With this thought in mind, Lu Qingxuan placed the alchemy furnace on his lap and warmed it with his immortal power.

In the following days, the Kingdom of Chechi remained calm and peaceful.

The gates of Zhiyuan Temple remained tightly closed, and the sharp Buddhist light had completely vanished, as if the three Arhats had never appeared.

The people didn't know what happened that night, only that the immortal master of Sanqing Temple had once again displayed his supernatural powers and scared away the monks of Zhiyuan Temple.

Through word of mouth, the incense at Sanqing Temple became even more popular, with a constant stream of people coming to offer incense, and the queue stretching from the temple entrance all the way to the end of the street.

The abbot was so busy he barely had time to breathe, and his face was beaming with joy.

When the old king heard about the strange phenomena that night, he sent someone to invite Lu Qingxuan to the palace.

Lu Qingxuan declined, only sending a message through a eunuch: "Your Majesty, please focus on governing the country. I will take care of the rest."

Upon hearing this, the old king felt reassured and immediately issued an edict exempting the Sanqing Temple from incense tax for three years and allocating a sum of money for the repair of the temple's halls.

Lu Qingxuan stayed at the Sanqing Temple for half a month, meditating and cultivating every day, and using his spare time to nurture the alchemy furnace.

Under his nourishment, the cracks on the furnace body slowly healed under the nourishment of immortal power, and the totems of all things lit up again. Although they were not as smooth as before, they had recovered to about 70-80% of their former glory.

As for his realm, it became stable after he transcended the tribulation.

The cultivation level of a Golden Immortal in the early stages improves every day, though not obviously, it is like a trickle of water, accumulating little by little.