Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

Let's have a brief chat.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains and the Immortal God of Clouds were drinking a few cups when they heard some noise and couldn't help but raise their eyes.

Over at the central hall, it seemed as if many mountain gods were shouting something.

"What's all the commotion about?"

He smiled, his expression inquiring.

Qianshan Jun frowned, turned around and gave the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains a respectful smile: "Lord of the Mountains, I will go and take a look."

As if sensing Qianshanjun's displeasure, the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains gently raised his hand:

"On this joyous occasion, do not frighten them."

Qianshan Jun's gaze shifted slightly, and his aura relaxed a little:

"I will obey the mountain lord's command."

Qianshan Jun stood tall and walked towards the central hall.

The mountain gods of all the immortal mountains offered a toast to the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains before departing.

The ten Mountain Gods, figuring it was time for them to exchange toasts with the mountain gods in the central hall, followed along.

The hundred Jade Token Envoys continued their lively conversation.

One of the jade token envoys is secretly seeking help from an old friend, needing to borrow a considerable amount of blank gold paper.

Previously, he had carved various meanings onto many of the gold coins he had embezzled.

It can no longer be used to confer divine office.

The old man, Baishanji, has recently been checking for missing gold paper.

They were preparing to severely punish him after the gathering in Yamabe.

He could be found out by Baishanji about his embezzlement of gold paper.

But absolutely not! Take out those gold and jade edicts that were inscribed according to your own selfish desires!

Otherwise, in a fit of rage, Baishanji would report this to the mountain lord.

Severe punishment will turn into a certain death!

The light curtain resembled shimmering water, its golden light soft and perfectly transparent.

Qianshan-jun held a wine cup, his posture elegant and graceful, walking straight with great presence.

He passed through the light curtain and arrived at the central hall.

After getting a general idea of ​​the direction, I headed towards the noisy area.

The ten Hundred Mountain Gods, each holding a wine cup, raised their cups to the nearby mountain gods in a gesture of greeting, and then followed the Thousand Mountain Lord.

The hall was filled with celestial light, and the various rare decorations were exquisite and beautiful.

Many mountain gods bowed respectfully to welcome the Thousand Mountain Lord and the ten Hundred Mountain Sacrificers.

Qianshan Jun moved with elegant steps, slowly approaching the noisy place.

But they discovered that a young mountain god was embracing an old mountain god, and the two seemed to be having a very "close" drinking contest.

A group of mountain gods surrounded them.

Li Yuan rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the old mountain god's wrist with one hand:

"I'll drink it!"

The old mountain god, his eyes bloodshot with rage, gritted his teeth and locked his grip on Li Yuan's neck:

"I'll drink this wine!"

Li Yuan gripped the wine jug, secretly battling the old mountain god's strength, his face flushed red.

"Old people shouldn't drink alcohol; it's bad for their health!"

This old man-like mountain god is very powerful, possessing a fifth-level divine cultivation.

However, the hidden suppression of the Heavenly Gang Righteous Qi left him with no way to exert his strength!

The old mountain god's arm was almost broken by Li Yuan: "Anshan Li Yuan, damn it... you and I are both immortals and gods, with eternal life!"

Li Yuan stretched his neck out as far as he could, even forcibly twisting his own immortal arm, and shoved the wine pot to his lips, gulping it down.

"Tun tun tun... So you're also... tun tun... an old immortal!"

He was choked and forced to drink with difficulty.

The old mountain god was so angry that he punched and hit Li Yuan, but he just couldn't pull him away.

Nearby, a group of mountain gods, their eyes bloodshot, shouted, "Beat him! Beat him!"

"Smash this kid's head!"

The mountain gods roared, their faces flushed with anger and shame.

He was so focused that he didn't even notice Qianshanjun's arrival.

Even though Qianshan Jun had been a god for millions of years, he had never seen such a scene and was momentarily stunned.

"These are all immortals and gods, tearing each other apart and drinking games, what kind of behavior is this!"

He frowned and gave a low shout, his voice domineering and carrying an air of irresistible force.

A divine power shook the hall.

The old mountain god trembled, quickly released Li Yuan, and returned to his small table.

They stood obediently, not daring to make the slightest movement.

Li Yuan drank the spirit wine in the pot in one gulp.

His face was rosy, and his eyes were slightly hazy; he was already somewhat intoxicated.

This was already the sixth jug of wine that Li Yuan had "smoked".

Even with the power of immortality used to seal the effects of the spirit wine, it was already starting to wear off.

Seeing Li Yuan standing unsteadily in front of him, Qianshan Jun's face darkened:

"Anshan Mountain God?"

"How can one be so unrestrained during a grand banquet?"

As the Lord of the Thousand Mountains, in charge of all matters of the Mountain Department, he sensed Li Yuan's identity with a slight touch.

Li Yuan, intoxicated, shook his head and carefully examined the surroundings:

"You...you're not that...Qianshan Laodeng, are you...?"

He hiccuped and made a gesture of respect:

"Greetings... Old Man Qianshan!"

The mountain gods were shocked, their mouths agape in disbelief!

This kid isn't just reckless, he's genuinely brave!

Behind Qianshanjun, the old man Baishanji had just peeked out.

Upon closer inspection, his eyes widened slightly.

Isn't this the little guy under my command who... suffered a tremendous injustice?

Could it be that someone bullied him, deliberately got him drunk, and wanted to see him make a fool of himself?

Qianshanjun looked at Li Yuan, his face stern and his voice deep:

What is the meaning of the title you use?

Qianshan Jun was somewhat displeased, but he kept the mountain lord's instructions in mind, restrained his temper, and did not easily cause trouble.

Li Yuan tilted his head, his mind a complete blank, and was momentarily confused:

"Ah, don't you know Old Deng...?"

In the distance, the mountain god of Liangshan pushed through the crowd and walked towards them.

He just went to the other side to have a drink with an old friend.

Seeing the huge commotion on Li Yuan's side, he rushed over.

"Lord Qianshan!"

"Lord Qianshan, please do not be angry!"

The mountain god of Liangshan pushed aside the other mountain gods and entered.

His face was aged, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He quickly bowed deeply.

"Lord Qianshan, this lad calls you Old Deng..."

"They're complimenting you!"

The mountain god of Liangshan showed a respectful smile, his eyes were very pure.

This was the first time he had dared to speak in front of Qianshan Jun.

He wanted to help Li Yuan out of his predicament, and at the same time, he wanted to show his face in front of the immortal.

Qian Shan Jun frowned deeply: "Is that really so?"

"Explain this to me in detail!"

The mountain god of Liangshan bowed and obeyed the order, then quickly explained.

Many of the mountain gods were also somewhat curious.

Some of the mountain gods who had been scolded by Li Yuan had strange expressions.

But he dared not say anything in front of Qianshan-jun at this moment.

"Old but steadfast... his ambition reaches for the heavens?"

"Old age is not a derogatory term, but rather refers to being experienced, mature, and steady; ascending to heaven is not limited to a single heaven, but represents a higher path to immortality?"

Qianshan Jun's face was complicated, and his expression was very strange.

He always felt something was off, a strange and distorted feeling.

But indeed, it was the first time I had ever heard such a term.

"Even so... I will not blame this child for his words, but..."

Qian Shan Jun didn't dwell on the matter. He turned to look at the spot where Li Yuan had just been, but it was empty.

The mountain gods looked around and spotted Li Yuan in another spot.

"屮!"

"My spiritual fruit!"

An old mountain god was furious; his beard was trembling.

While everyone was discussing the word "Old Deng," Li Yuan secretly ran to the small table where he had previously made his move and began frantically stealing spiritual fruits and delicacies!

He had a small, crystal-clear spirit fruit stuffed in his mouth and a few more in his hand.

The plates on the table are completely empty!

Who knows how much they've taken!

As Li Yuan ate, he muttered to himself:

"Eat fruit while it's fresh!"

"Since none of you like eating fruit, I'll eat it for you!"

He pointed to several empty small tables.

Several mountain gods immediately had tears in their eyes.