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

The medicinal herbs were put into the furnace one by one. Lu Qingxuan's movements were unhurried, and the timing of each herb was just right.

His divine sense probed into the furnace, guiding the medicinal liquids to slowly blend, remove impurities, and refine the essence.

Time passed by, second by second.

The demons' eyes were also fixed on the alchemy furnace in front of Lu Qingxuan, afraid of missing any exciting scene.

a long time,

The alchemy furnace emitted a clear and melodious sound, and the furnace lid flew up automatically.

Nine pills flew out of the furnace, tracing several golden arcs in the air before landing in the jade bottle that Lu Qingxuan had prepared in advance.

The whole process was smooth and seamless, taking only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The demons were stunned.

This was the first time they had ever seen someone refine elixirs with their own eyes, and the fact that they could do it so effortlessly was truly amazing.

But now that the elixir is ready, will the Nine-Headed Insect really hand over the crescent shovel?

Lu Qingxuan placed the jade bottle on the table, looked at the Nine-Headed Insect, and said calmly, "Nine-Headed Insect King, please take a look."

Nine-Headed Insect's face turned ashen, and he remained speechless for a long time.

The Bull Demon King laughed loudly and clapped his hands, saying, "Excellent! Fellow Daoist Lu truly lives up to his reputation! Someone, bring Fellow Daoist Lu some wine!"

"Indeed, I've lived for so many years and seen many alchemists, but few are as adept as Fellow Daoist Lu," the Lion Camel King praised.

Peng Demon King did not speak, but simply raised his wine bowl to Lu Qingxuan from afar, his eyes showing a hint of solemnity.

The Demon King's expression remained gloomy, but he had to admit the profound skill of Lu Qingxuan in alchemy.

"Well, can I say I won this match?" Lu Qingxuan looked at the Nine-Headed Insect with amusement.

Nine-Headed Insect's face turned pale and then red. He had intended to embarrass Lu Qingxuan in public, but instead, he made the other party lose face. Now, even his crescent shovel couldn't protect him. How could he accept this?

Seemingly sensing the change in the Nine-Headed Insect, the Monkey King spoke first: "Since it's a bet, one must accept the consequences. Why don't you quickly hand over your crescent shovel to Fellow Daoist Deer?"

The Monkey King's roar immediately thrust the Nine-Headed Insect into the spotlight.

All the demons' eyes fell on him, their expressions varied.

Nine-Headed Insect's face was ashen, and his fingers holding the wine bowl trembled slightly.

That crescent shovel was his signature weapon, which had been with him for hundreds of years and had drunk the blood of countless enemies.

If he were to hand it over in public, how would the Nine-Headed Insect ever be able to survive in the demon realm again?

But if he doesn't hand it over, in front of so many powerful demons, he will be seen as a treacherous and untrustworthy person.

The demon realm despises those without morality most of all, and it's likely that no one will dare to associate with him in the future...

Nine-Headed Insect gritted his teeth, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the demons, only to find that not a single one of them wanted to speak up for him.

A moment later, the Bull Demon King patted the Nine-Headed Insect on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Brother, I'm being blunt, so please don't take offense. You were the one who brought this up, and Fellow Daoist Lu refined the pill in front of everyone. If you deny it, it won't just be you who loses face, right?"

The Bull Demon King's words were very subtle, yet every word was precious, leaving the Nine-Headed Insect breathless.

Nine-Headed Insect gave Lu Qingxuan a vicious look, which ultimately turned into a cold snort.

He suddenly stood up, and with a wave of his hand, a crescent-shaped shovel, entirely silver-white, appeared in his hand. The shovel head was crescent-shaped, with edges as sharp as knives, and the body of the shovel was engraved with fine cloud patterns.

Then, the Nine-Headed Insect slammed the crescent shovel heavily onto the table, causing the entire table to tremble violently.

"If that's the case, then let's give it to him. But Fellow Daoist Lu, some things you may have the life to take, but you may not have the life to use them," Nine-Headed Insect sneered.

Lu Qingxuan smiled and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, whether I live to use it or not is my business. But Your Majesty, without a suitable weapon, you may suffer if you encounter a powerful enemy in the future."

Nine-Headed Insect felt a tightness in his chest from being choked by his words. He glared at him fiercely, then plopped down in his seat and stopped talking.

Lu Qingxuan then waved his hand and put away the crescent shovel.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, with such skill, I, Old Bull, offer you a toast." Bull Demon King raised his cup to Lu Qingxuan from afar.

The Bull Demon King's bowl of wine brought an end to the tense atmosphere that had just been building.

The demons raised their cups, and the atmosphere gradually warmed up again.

Although the Nine-Headed Insect's expression was still unpleasant, he stopped making a scene and instead whispered something to the Great King of Inspiration.

"Third brother," Tiger Power Immortal said to Lu Qingxuan, "we should leave quickly after the banquet. Since King Linggan was able to escape, he certainly didn't do it just to attend the banquet."

"That Nine-Headed Insect is no pushover either. Although he's currently being suppressed by the Bull Demon King, he heard what the Bull Demon King said and will definitely make a move after the banquet," said Immortal Yangli.

Lu Qingxuan nodded. There was only one possibility for these two demons to be together: to deal with him.

However, he wasn't too worried. One of the demons had lost his weapon, and the other was a former defeated opponent. Unless the two had other tricks up their sleeves, they were not a threat.

The ensuing banquet was very lively, during which the six great saints gave speeches, attracting many demon kings to drink.

Amidst laughter and cheerful conversation, after several rounds of drinks and dishes, the atmosphere was lively.

As the host, the Bull Demon King stood up, straightened his robes, and clasped his hands in a fist salute to the assembled demons, seeing that the atmosphere was just right.

"Everyone, please be quiet!" The Bull Demon King's voice echoed and resonated in the cave like a great bell.

All the demons put down their bowls and chopsticks, their eyes turning to the head of the table.

The Bull Demon King looked around and saw that all the demons were looking at him, so he took something out of his sleeve and held it in his palm.

It was a fist-sized piece of red jade, fiery red all over, with fine golden patterns inside and a faint shimmering light.

It retains an ancient aura that is hard to describe.

"Do you all know what this is?" The Bull Demon King raised the red jade higher so that all the demons could see it.

The demons stretched their necks and shook their heads.

The aura emanating from that red jade was obscure and ancient, unlike anything from this era, but rather something passed down from ancient times.

The Bull Demon King smiled and said, "I obtained this by chance in an ancient cave half a year ago. At first, I didn't recognize it either. Later, I consulted a knowledgeable senior and learned that it records a fortuitous opportunity."

He paused, and seeing that all the demons had pricked up their ears, he continued, "Have any of you heard of fire dates?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a buzzing discussion immediately arose in the cave.

Fire dates, those are things from the immortals!

The barefoot immortal presented the Buddha with several jujubes at the Heavenly Peace Assembly.

The God of Longevity once served the Eastern Emperor with jujubes, which made Pigsy so greedy that he kept asking for some.

Such celestial fruits are rare even for ordinary immortals, let alone for demon cultivators like them.

Seeing that the demons were interested, the Bull Demon King didn't rush to continue. Instead, he changed the subject: "However, I'm not talking about the Fire Date itself, but a Fire Date Immortal Root!"

The demons were taken aback.

Immortal Root?