Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

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Beiju Luzhou.

A demon's lair nestled among towering mountains.

Inside the cave, there are jagged rocks, and several eternal lamps with skulls as dishes and grease as fuel hang on the walls. The flickering flames cast eerie shadows throughout the cave.

The air was thick with the pungent stench of blood mixed with the foul smell of aged wine lees.

In the center, in an open area, lay the complete pelt of an unknown giant beast, upon which sat a dozen or so rough stone tables.

At this moment, more than ten figures with fierce auras and different appearances were sitting around it.

The table was laden with blood and strong liquor, and the sounds of clinking glasses and boisterous chatter filled the air.

Several alluring female demons were swaying their hips and dancing boldly, eliciting strange cries from the other demons.

Seated in the main seat was a burly demon king clad in dark gold scales.

He has nine hideous heads, some spewing poisonous smoke, some gleaming with evil light, and some coldly surveying the world.

The central figure, with its crimson eyes like lamps, wide mouth and fangs, is holding a bone wine bowl and drinking the blood-red wine.

Beside him, two female demons nestled, trembling as they massaged his legs and shoulders.

The surging demonic energy was mixed together, and its fierce power suppressed all the demons in the hall, preventing them from being too presumptuous.

It was none other than the Demon King, the Nine-Headed Insect!

Nine-Headed Insect casually leaned against a stone chair covered with a complete human skin.

To the left of the lower end, a dragon demon with a single horn like a spear and covered in armor was tearing at a piece of a spirit beast's hind leg that was still twitching slightly, chewing it with a crunching sound and blood splattering everywhere.

On the right, a woman dressed in colorful feathers and with a bewitching face lazily surveyed the entire scene.

The rest of the strange and grotesque demons were drinking and making merry, tearing at bloody raw flesh, or talking in hushed tones and emitting eerie laughter.

Among them, a demon cultivator dressed in a green robe, whose face resembled Qing Lin's but was younger and more gloomy, sat alone on the last stone bench.

It was Qinglin's younger brother, Qingheng.

His cultivation level was only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, making him the lowest-ranking person in the area.

They could only huddle cautiously in a corner, listening to the great demons' conversation, not daring to interrupt.

At this moment, the one-horned dragon put down the skull wine bowl, wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth, and spoke in a deep, gruff voice, its tone tinged with envy:

"Damn it! Shadow Bat, Bone Armor, and Green Skin are the lucky ones."

A few days ago, I was ordered to lead some young men to the East China Sea.

Why didn't such a lucrative job fall to me?

"It's much better than being stuck in this godforsaken Northern Continent, gnawing on the tough, sour flesh and blood of those barbarians all day long!"

A toad demon with fleshy wings took a sip of blood wine and echoed in a shrill voice:

"I've heard there are quite a few clam spirits and mermaids who have achieved great cultivation in the four seas. If I could capture one, hehe."

The alluring woman in the multicolored feathered robes sneered, her voice high-pitched:

"Qiu Lao Er, what's your hurry?"

It's just cleaning up some small fry, what's there to envy?

Once we've accomplished our great task, won't the Three Realms and Four Seas be at our disposal?

She paused, a mocking smile playing on her red lips:

"I've heard that some kind of Flood Dragon Demon King has recently appeared in the East Sea?"

Hmph, what a prestigious and impressive name! I wonder which hidden corner this worm crawled out from, it really doesn't know its own limitations.

If I, your humble servant, were to run into him, I would skin him alive and see what he's capable of!

The flesh-winged toad demon burst into laughter:

"The Demon King of the Flood Dragon? He's not even worthy of carrying our shoes."

These country bumpkin demons can only show off their power in front of those ignorant human cultivators!

The one-horned dragon slammed its fist on the table and laughed loudly, making the stone table vibrate.

"That's right! What a load of bullshit, the Flood Dragon Demon King!"

"Which of you brothers here doesn't have a few dragons dead on your hands? Do you even deserve to call yourself king before us?"

Upon hearing this, all the demons burst into laughter, filling the cave with a joyful atmosphere.

Only Qing Heng, sitting at the last seat, kept his head down, silently drinking his wine, but a complex and unfathomable look flashed in his eyes.

He had heard that his elder brother, Qinglin, was operating in the East Sea, and it seemed that he was involved with this Flood Dragon Demon King...

But here, others are of little influence and dare not speak out.

At this moment, another demon resembling a yaksha interjected in a gruff voice:

"But they are just small fish and shrimp."

To speak of true fame, one must mention the mighty Bull Demon King of Xiniu Hezhou.

That was the truly powerful and well-connected Demon King!

Upon hearing this, the noise in the hall subsided slightly, and many demons revealed longing and fear in their eyes.

The name of the Bull Demon King is renowned even in this Northern Continent.

Even the nine-headed worm, whose leader was drinking, paused slightly, but its other head snorted coldly, seemingly with disdain:

"Old Niu is indeed quite capable, but he's just a bit older."

In terms of noble bloodline and potential supernatural abilities, he's not even worthy to carry my shoes.

In terms of bloodline and supernatural abilities, he is a descendant of the ancient Ghost Chariot lineage. Given time, surpassing the Bull Demon King will be a piece of cake.

Upon hearing this, the demons roared with approval, showering him with flattery.

The smell of alcohol mixed with the stench of blood in the cave grew stronger.

As the topic turned to the four demon kings, the demons became increasingly excited and spoke with even more unrestrained manner.

The one-horned dragon downed another large cup of blood wine, wiped its mouth, and chuckled drunkenly:

"Speaking of that Bull Demon King, I don't envy his supernatural powers or fame, I only envy his good fortune."

His wife, Rakshasa, tsk tsk... she's a genuine female cultivator who has attained enlightenment. I've heard she has a graceful figure and a fierce look in her eyes, she's quite a character.

Old Niu may look fierce and domineering outside, but once he gets home, who knows how he'll be controlled? Haha.

This remark immediately drew a burst of ambiguous laughter.

The fleshy-winged toad gulped down a large mouthful of wine, echoing in a muffled voice:

"Brother Qiu is right."

Those celestial maidens were far superior to us common beauties in the cave who only knew how to suck human life essence. They were truly the envy of all the other demons.

If I could… hehe, even shortening my lifespan by a hundred years would be worth it!

The demons burst into grotesque laughter, spewing vulgarities and wildly imagining the allure of the Rakshasa woman, their words filled with envy and sourness towards the Bull Demon King.

Upon hearing this, the woman in colorful clothes frowned slightly and let out a cold snort:

"The way you're saying that makes it sound like we sisters are beneath your notice."

However…

Her eyes flickered, and she drew out her words:

"That Rakshasa woman is indeed extraordinary. It is said that her background is also remarkable. No wonder she was able to capture the heart of a powerful figure like the Bull Demon King."

The nine-headed worm, who was sitting in the main seat, suddenly opened one of its eyes, which had been lazily half-closed!

His eyes blazed with a bloodshot light, and a violent fire of jealousy mixed with shame and anger erupted.

He is of the Guiche bloodline and has a very high opinion of himself, yet he has not yet found a Daoist partner who is a perfect match for him.

Hearing these words, I felt ashamed and my anger flared up.

Before he could make any move, the two alluring female demons who were carefully massaging his shoulders and arms felt an irresistible suction force coming from behind him.

"ah--!"

The two short, piercing screams came to an abrupt end.

The demons saw two of the nine heads of the insect suddenly emerge.

With its gaping maw wide open, it swallowed the two terrified female demons whole, one after the other, like a whale sucking in water.

It couldn't even muster the slightest struggle.

"Gurgle."

The nine-headed worm swallowed its blood meal, its nine heads swaying slightly with satisfaction, a trace of scarlet blood still remaining at the corner of its mouth.

His icy gaze swept over the demons at the table, who had instantly fallen silent. He snorted coldly, his murderous aura slightly subsiding.

But the suffocating pressure made the temperature in the entire demon cave seem to drop several degrees.

The unicorn's head tingled with fear. He cursed himself for being so talkative, and quickly gave a dry laugh, trying to change the subject and ease the eerie atmosphere.

"Uh... Brother, please calm down!"

They're just two ignorant maids!

"That Rakshasa woman is ultimately a celestial being; with so many rules, what's the point?"

The unicorn dragon cautiously glanced at the nine-headed worm, only to see eighteen eerie eyes staring intently at it.

He dared not delay and hurriedly continued:

"When it comes to the most beautiful women of my demon race, there are more than one stunningly beautiful bodhisattva in the Xiniu Hezhou region."

I've heard that the Jade-Faced Princess of Moyun Cave on Mount Jilei, and the Ten Thousand Saints Princess of Bibo Pool, are both...