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

King Linggan's expression changed, and he was about to lash out when Bull Demon King waved his hand with a smile: "Gentlemen, today is my banquet. Whatever it is, let's talk after we drink. Come, come, let's drink!"

After the Bull Demon King spoke, the Great King of Inspiration could not say anything more. He snorted coldly, picked up his wine bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

Lu Qingxuan said no more, but he was secretly on guard. Since the Great King Linggan dared to sneak out, he must have something to rely on. Today's banquet would probably not end well.

Although the King of Inspiration sat down again, he never touched the wine bowl in front of him again. He placed one hand on the table, leaving five shallow finger marks on the sandalwood surface.

His gaze never left Lu Qingxuan, and the hatred in his eyes was like a poisoned dagger, as if he wanted to pierce Lu Qingxuan on the spot.

Lu Qingxuan seemed completely oblivious, slowly picking up a grape and putting it in his mouth, chewing it carefully, then taking a sip of wine, a faint smile always on his face.

The more composed he became, the angrier the King of Inspiration grew, and the fire in his chest made him almost unable to sit still.

Nine-Headed Insect sat next to King Linggan. Seeing his appearance, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He picked up his wine bowl and leaned closer, whispering, "Brother Linggan, please calm down. There are too many people and too many eyes at this banquet. It's not good to make a move. We can settle accounts with him after the banquet."

The King of Inspiration gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Nine-Headed Insect added, "However, Lu Qingxuan does have some skill. If Brother Linggan feels he can't handle it alone, I can lend a hand."

The King of Inspiration finally turned his head and glanced at the Nine-Headed Insect.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and they both saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

"What do you want?" the Inspiration King asked in a low voice.

Nine-Headed Insect smiled, but did not answer directly. Instead, he raised his wine bowl towards Lu Qingxuan and drank it all in one gulp.

The gesture seemed polite, but it was actually a provocation.

On the seat of honor, Peng Demon King put down his wine bowl, glanced indifferently at the commotion in the cave, and said casually, "Old Ox, the one you invited is quite interesting."

The Bull Demon King laughed and said, "Brother, you don't know this, but this Taoist Master Lu is no ordinary person. Although he is a demon cultivator, he is well-versed in alchemy, and even the Bodhisattvas look at him with special regard."

"Oh?"

The Peng Demon King raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "Proficient in alchemy? That's quite surprising."

The Flood Dragon Demon King snorted coldly, his tone tinged with disdain: "A Taoist priest at the mid-stage of the Profound Immortal realm dares to claim to be well-versed in alchemy? Old Niu, you've probably been deceived."

The Bull Demon King shook his head and laughed, "Brother, you are mistaken. What kind of person is Zhenyuan Daxian? There must be a reason why he would give a celestial fruit to an unknown little demon."

Upon hearing this, the Flood Dragon King's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said no more.

Lion Camel King, being quite generous, raised his wine bowl towards Lu Qingxuan and loudly proclaimed, "Fellow Daoist of Zhongnan Mountain, this old lion toasts you!"

Lu Qingxuan quickly raised his bowl in response and drank it all in one gulp.

After several rounds of drinks, Nine-Headed Insect suddenly stood up, cupped his hands to Bull Demon King, and said loudly, "Brother Bull, I have a favor to ask of you."

The Bull Demon King put down his wine bowl and laughed, "Brother, what is it? Please speak freely."

Nine-Headed Insect glanced at Lu Qingxuan and said, "I have long admired the Three Immortals of Zhongnan Mountain. Today, I have the pleasure of meeting Daoist Lu. However, just drinking and eating is rather boring."

Why not invite Master Lu to demonstrate his skills, so that everyone present can broaden their horizons and add to the festivities of the banquet?

Upon hearing this, the cave immediately fell silent.

All the demons understood the provocation in the Nine-Headed Insect's words. If Lu Qingxuan refused, it would be considered stage fright, and he would never be able to hold his head high in the demon realm in the future.

But if we agree, the Nine-Headed Insect will surely take the opportunity to cause trouble.

In an instant, all the demons' eyes were focused on Lu Qingxuan.

King Black Cloud's expression changed slightly. He tugged at Lu Qingxuan's sleeve and whispered, "Fellow Daoist Lu, don't fall for his trick."

The Fox King also whispered a word of advice: "The Nine-Headed Insect is trying to provoke you. Don't fall for it."

Lu Qingxuan did not respond to their advice, but slowly stood up and calmly met the gaze of the Nine-Headed Insect.

"What does Your Excellency wish to do?"

Nine-Headed Insect smirked and said, "I've heard that Daoist Lu is highly skilled in alchemy. How about you refine a batch of pills on the spot? I'm not very talented, but I'm willing to provide the medicinal materials. If you succeed, I'll admit defeat. If you fail..."

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, "Then it's all just empty fame. The title of the Three Immortals of Zhongnan Mountain is probably undeserved."

The demons were in an uproar.

Alchemy is not child's play; it requires the right time, place, and people. How can one possibly refine it on the spot at a banquet?

Nine-Headed Insect is clearly making things difficult for me.

Lu Qingxuan looked at the nine-headed worm and suddenly laughed.

That smile was calm and serene, yet it inexplicably made the Nine-Headed Insect feel a tightness in its heart.

"Since the Nine-Headed Insect King has such an interest, I, Lu, will certainly accompany him. However, if it is just alchemy, it may be a bit boring. How about we make a bet?" Lu Qingxuan said.

"Oh? I wonder what Fellow Daoist Lu wants to bet on?" Nine-Headed Insect raised an eyebrow.

Lu Qingxuan smiled and said, "I've heard that the Nine-Headed Insect King possesses a magical weapon called the Crescent Shovel, which is quite extraordinary. How about we use it to make a bet?"

The Nine-Headed Insect snorted coldly upon hearing this: "You've got quite the nerve. I wonder what Fellow Daoist Lu has to offer as a wager?"

"Nature is also a magic weapon."

After saying that, Lu Qingxuan took out the purple alchemy furnace from his sleeve and gently placed it on the table.

The furnace body shimmered with purple light, and the totems of all things appeared and disappeared under the lamplight, exuding an ancient and vast aura.

Another round of whispers erupted in the cave.

The discerning demon king immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of this alchemy furnace, and a look of seriousness appeared in his eyes.

The Nine-Headed Insect also discerned the quality of the alchemy furnace, secretly astonished, but outwardly remained calm: "In that case, we shall do as Fellow Daoist Lu says, but if we lose, Fellow Daoist Lu cannot renege..."

"Your Majesty need not worry about that."

The Nine-Headed Insect sneered, clapped his hands, and ordered the little demon to fetch the medicinal herbs.

Before long, several medicinal herbs were brought out.

Nine-Headed Insect laughed and said, "In this haste, I could only gather these few medicinal herbs. Please do not find them unpalatable, Fellow Daoist Lu."

Lu Qingxuan glanced at the medicinal herbs and sneered inwardly.

These medicinal herbs are not bad, but they are far from enough to refine a superior elixir.

Nine-Headed Insect is deliberately making things difficult for him by using inferior medicinal materials.

But he did not refuse, for no other reason than that he was determined to get the crescent shovel from the Nine-Headed Insect.

He walked to the alchemy furnace, sat down cross-legged, and arranged the medicinal herbs one by one.

After a moment of calming his mind and clearing his thoughts, Lu Qingxuan opened his eyes and formed hand seals.

A burst of true fire shot out from his fingertips, igniting the alchemical fire at the bottom of the furnace.

The cave was completely silent; all eyes were fixed on the purple alchemy furnace.

All the demons held their breath and watched with great interest. Even the Peng Demon King, the Jiao Demon King, and the Lion Camel King put down their wine bowls.