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

After refining the seven treasures and eight precious items, Lu Qingxuan turned his gaze to the small gourds.

One pill of the Rejuvenating Elixir could be equivalent to a hundred years of arduous cultivation, but he did not rush to take it. Instead, he carefully put away the gourd. Although the elixir was good, he could not be greedy and had to proceed step by step.

The sky outside the window was already bright, and the morning light shone through the window, illuminating the entire room.

Lu Qingxuan pushed open the door and stepped out, letting out a long breath of stale air, feeling much more refreshed.

"Third brother, have you refined those seven treasures and eight precious items?" Tiger Power Immortal asked with a smile as he saw Lu Qingxuan walk out.

Back when he returned to Zhongnan Mountain, Lu Qingxuan had already given the three portions of the Seven Treasures and Eight Treasures to Huli and Yangli. However, because the two demons were worried about being assimilated by Buddhism, they did not refine them directly.

Lu Qingxuan nodded and briefly recounted the process of refining the Seven Treasures and Eight Treasures. Tiger Power Immortal listened with shining eyes and felt relieved.

"Buddhist treasures are indeed different; perhaps we should give it a try," said Tiger Power Immortal.

Immortal Yangli nodded in agreement: "Indeed, with these seven treasures and eight precious items, our strength can indeed be improved."

"In that case, brother, you can go into seclusion for a few days to refine all the treasures you have obtained. After that, you may be able to go to the south to take a look," Lu Qingxuan said.

"South?" Tiger Power Immortal was taken aback.

Lu Qingxuan took out the map that the Black Cloud King had given him from his sleeve, pointed to the direction south of Zhongnan Mountain, and said, "We have already figured out the details of this demon king within a radius of three hundred miles. There are Buddhist forces to the north, east, and west. We cannot act rashly."

"Only in the south, there are still a few mountains that I haven't visited. There are quite a few people living there. If we could build a few shrines to the Three Sages, the incense offerings and prayers would increase even further."

Tiger Power Immortal asked with some concern, "Won't those demon kings in the south be difficult to deal with?"

Lu Qingxuan smiled and said, "That's why we need to go into seclusion first to improve our cultivation. Once the three of us brothers have all reached the Xuanxian realm, we'll be able to fight even those troublesome demon kings."

After discussing it, Lu Qingxuan distributed some of the Rejuvenating Pills to the two demons before they each returned to their seclusion.

Tiger Power and Sheep Power spent three days refining their respective portions of the Seven Treasures and Eight Treasures.

Tiger Power Immortal was already incredibly strong. Nourished by the spiritual power of Buddhism, his demon core swelled, his aura surged, and the sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard with every move he made.

In contrast, the aura of the Great Immortal Yangli is more restrained, but if one underestimates him because of this, one will suffer a great loss.

Lu Qingxuan took advantage of the break between Hu Li and Yang Li's seclusion to consume several Rejuvenation Pills, and his cultivation improved once again.

Five days later, the three demons emerged from the pass one after another, mounted clouds, and headed south.

After traveling about a hundred miles, a continuous mountain range appeared ahead, with steep terrain and shrouded in demonic energy.

Looking into the distance, Lu Qingxuan could see a cave halfway up the mountain, with three large characters carved on the cave entrance: Huangfeng Ridge.

"Huangfengling?"

Tiger Power Immortal frowned. "This name sounds very familiar."

Yangli Daxian stroked his beard and said, "Could this be the territory of the Yellow Wind King? This demon spoke with my third brother at the banquet on Cuiyun Mountain; he doesn't seem like a bad person."

Lu Qingxuan nodded; he naturally recognized Huangfeng Ridge.

On the journey to the West, the Yellow Wind Monster was the master of this place. His Samadhi Divine Wind was extremely powerful, and even Sun Wukong suffered a great loss.

However, at this time, there were still a hundred years before the journey to the West, and the Yellow Wind Monster's cultivation level was probably not yet that terrifying.

As he was pondering, a yellow wind suddenly rose up ahead, carrying a faint eerie aura.

The wind came suddenly, but not fiercely. It swirled a few fallen leaves in front of them and then dispersed.

As the wind dispersed, a rat-like figure descended the mountain path, dressed in a yellow robe and with a gold belt around his waist—it was none other than the Yellow Wind King.

He cupped his hands in greeting from afar and said with a smile, "Master Lu! I saw three clouds approaching from a distance and knew they were three immortal masters from Zhongnan Mountain. What wind blew you to my Yellow Wind Ridge?"

Lu Qingxuan descended from the clouds, landed, and cupped his hands in greeting: "Great King Huangfeng, I am Lu Qingxuan. I was just passing through your esteemed place today and did not intend to disturb you. Since Your Majesty has appeared, I would like to ask for a cup of wine."

King Yellow Wind laughed heartily and stepped aside to lead the way: "Please, Daoist! Please, both immortals! My cave dwelling is simple and cannot compare to the grandeur of Mount Cuiyun, but there is plenty of wine and water."

The three demons followed King Yellow Wind into the cave.

Although the cave was not as magnificent as the Banana Cave of the Bull Demon King, it was still clean and tidy.

After the guests and hosts took their seats, the little demons served wine and drinks. King Yellow Wind raised his cup and said, "Master Deer, I have often thought of you since we parted at Cuiyun Mountain. May I ask what brings you south today?"

Lu Qingxuan did not hide anything and said frankly, "To be honest, I have built several temples dedicated to the Three Immortals in Zhongnan Mountain, where people offer incense and I protect the peace of the area."

"Although the incense is now very popular, there are still many people in many places who do not receive protection."

"The people of this southern region have suffered for a long time. I, Lu, wish to build a few temples here. I wonder if Your Majesty would be so kind as to grant me this request?"

After hearing this, King Huangfeng put down his wine cup, pondered for a moment, then rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Daoist Master is merciful, I admire you. To be honest, there are not many people in the hundred-mile radius of my Huangfeng Ridge, and I have never made things difficult for them."

As for suffering...

There are indeed a few troublemakers in the south. Although I don't like them, I can't be bothered with them.

He paused, then said, "If the Taoist priest wants to build a temple, I will naturally not stop him. However, further south, there is a river called the Flowing Sand River, inhabited by a demon. That fellow is quite capable and has a bad temper. I dare not make decisions for the Taoist priest in his territory."

Liusha River?

Sha Wujing?

Lu Qingxuan was taken aback. According to the order of the calamities, the Yellow Wind King was followed by the Flowing Sand River. He had forgotten about this.

Seeing Lu Qingxuan frown, the Yellow Wind King lowered his voice, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes: "That fellow is no ordinary demon. I once saw him from afar; he had red hair and red eyes, nine skulls around his neck, and wielded a demon-subduing staff—a truly ferocious creature!"

"He has been entrenched in the Liusha River for many years, preying on passersby. People within a radius of hundreds of miles are terrified at the mere mention of his name. Most importantly, his underwater skills are exceptional; even someone with my limited abilities cannot get close to him."

"It's said that several pilgrims passing by were eaten by that monster, their heads still stuck to his neck..."

Lu Qingxuan nodded, understanding the situation.

The pilgrim mentioned by the Yellow Wind King was none other than Tang Sanzang's ninth reincarnation.

This cause and effect is indeed beyond his control.

However, the Journey to the West has not yet fully begun, so perhaps he can do something to give the Curtain-Rolling General some hope.

In this way, another Three Immortals Temple can be built near Liusha River, which is a win-win situation.

With that thought in mind, Lu Qingxuan and the other two demons bid farewell to King Huangfeng and turned to head towards the Liusha River.

Tiger Power Immortal said as he walked, "Third Brother, that demon seems to have an unusual background. Should we really go and invite trouble?"

"It's alright, let's chat."

Lu Qingxuan smiled but did not say anything explicitly.