Mo Fan understood that the reason these talisman-related items were hard to sell was that few demons could read. Even those who could read knew only a handful of characters, making it impossible for them to understand these booklets.
Naturally, these precious items were treated as trash by the demons.
“It seems I’ll need to hire a teacher to educate the little demons of Black Wind Mountain, otherwise, with a mountain full of illiterates, they’ll miss out on treasures when they come across them!”
Mo Fan thought to himself, seeing the bigger picture from a single detail.
Only now did he truly grasp the importance of literacy!
He also couldn’t help but marvel that culture was valuable, never expecting that even in this other world, learning was indispensable…
If he hadn’t learned to read before, he would have missed out on these treasures.
“One thousand low-grade spirit stones… brother, can you add a bit more?”
“Look, these treasures of mine were obtained with great effort, crossing mountains and rivers from human territory…”
From human territory?
Mo Fan’s heart stirred, and he immediately said, “Adding more isn’t out of the question, just tell me where these things came from.”
“This…”
The stall owner looked troubled, glancing around before saying to Mo Fan, “To be honest, brother, I stole these from a human cultivator. They were supposedly dug up from the ruins of some academy.”
“I don’t know what happened in the human domain, but lately, treasures keep being unearthed from ruins and sold to our side…”
After hearing the stall owner’s words, Mo Fan finally understood.
“Damn, why didn’t I think of that?”
“The White Tiger Saint King wiped out two human mountains in one fell swoop, so naturally, those ruins must be hiding countless treasures!!”
Mo Fan cursed inwardly, feeling a pang of regret, as if he had lost a billion spirit stones out of nowhere…
In the end, Mo Fan didn’t haggle further with the stall owner, buying everything on the stall for one thousand three hundred low-grade spirit stones.
Both buyer and seller were delighted with the deal.
Afterwards, Mo Fan, like a spendthrift, roamed the stalls, exuding wealth.
Flying sword artifacts?
Buy!
Unknown cultivation pills?
Who dares sell this stuff?
Fine, buy!
All sorts of strange artifacts…
Buy!
Pill furnaces, cauldrons, coffin lids…
Buy!
Buy! Buy! Buy!!
By the end, Mo Fan didn’t even need to seek out stalls; the vendors came to him, pitching how outrageous their products were…
In the end, Mo Fan single-handedly bought up more than half the goods in the square, while also casually advertising his recruitment.
“My name is Lai Bao, lord of Black Wind Mountain. Now, Black Wind Mountain is recruiting demon talents from all over!
Regardless of cultivation or strength, regardless of bloodline purity, even if you’re a half-demon, Black Wind Mountain welcomes you to join!
I also encourage everyone to spread the word. For every little demon you bring to join Black Wind Mountain, you’ll be rewarded with ten low-grade spirit stones!
For every demon soldier you bring to join Black Wind Mountain, you’ll be rewarded with one hundred low-grade spirit stones!
For every demon general you bring to join Black Wind Mountain, you’ll be rewarded with one thousand low-grade spirit stones!
This offer lasts five days, no exceptions!!”
With that, Mo Fan simply sat in the square, waiting for demons to come and join.
During this time, he saw something even more outrageous: someone went outside the market, knocked out a dozen little demons, and dragged them to Mo Fan to claim spirit stones…
In just five days, over two hundred demons joined Black Wind Mountain!
These demons were all wild demons.
This was something Mo Fan hadn’t anticipated.
He hadn’t expected so many wild demons in the ten thousand mountains!
Of these two hundred-plus little demons, one hundred ninety-three were low-tier demons, while the remaining eight were at the demon soldier level.
This was an unexpected delight for Mo Fan.
What puzzled him, though, was that among so many recruited demon cultivators, not a single half-demon was present.
The five days passed in a flash.
During these five days, the market’s business nearly collapsed, as almost every wild demon entering the market was swept up by Mo Fan…
This caused heavy losses for the market. Two golden boys and girls eating heartily in a tavern almost came out to beat him up, but they were stopped by a single sentence from the figure atop the bell tower.
“Just a few little demons, let him mess around and see what he can stir up.”
Atop the bell tower, Yun Rou looked at the scene in the bronze mirror, her eyes growing brighter.
Even she hadn’t expected that in just five days, that guy would recruit so many demon cultivators.
“How many spirit stones has he spent these past few days?” Yun Rou asked without looking up.
“Reporting to Miss, his spending has likely exceeded ten thousand!”
“Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones… where did this little toad come from? Is there a spirit stone mine in Black Wind Mountain?”
“Little Seven doesn’t know…”
“Forget it, let him be!”
“Have Old Eight and Old Nine keep an eye on Black Wind Mountain’s situation, and if necessary, lend a hand.”
“Yes!”
When the five days were up, Mo Fan kept his promise, stopping the recruitment and letting Er Ha lead the demons back to Black Wind Mountain to settle in.
“Great King, aren’t you returning to the mountain?”
Er Ha looked at Mo Fan in surprise.
“This king won’t return yet, there’s one more matter to handle!”
Mo Fan shook his head, watching the demons leave.
He wasn’t worried about these demons encountering danger. Black Wind Mountain was only three hundred miles from the market, a two-day journey at their pace.
With such a large group of demons, including several demon soldiers, who would dare target them?
The reason Mo Fan stayed behind was that the previous day, Big Head had returned with a secret about the dog demon Little Yellow, so Mo Fan felt the need to deal with it.
At the southern border.
On a high mountain near the Demon Spirit Mountain Range.
Inside a lone thatched hut, an elderly woman with white hair lay on a worn wooden bed, covered with a thick quilt.
The woman stared blankly at the door, only snapping back to reality after a long while, looking down at a white fang tied to a red string in her hand.
The tooth was long and sharp, not human-like at all, but rather resembling a canine’s.
Upon seeing the fang, a spark appeared in the woman’s vacant eyes, though soon tears welled up.
“Mother, I’m back!”
Suddenly, a cheerful voice came from outside, causing the woman’s expression to change. She quickly hid the fang in the quilt.
She looked toward the door and soon saw a yellow-haired youth push it open, holding an oil-paper package that emitted a savory aroma.
“Dog demon, don’t call me that, I’m not your mother!”
The white-haired woman snorted coldly, then looked at the oil-paper package in the youth’s hand, angrily saying, “You went down the mountain to harass the villagers again?!”
“Mother, no, I bought this from a tavern in the city.”
The yellow-haired youth smiled, unbothered by his mother’s words or attitude, grinning, “This time, your son found two spiritual herbs in the mountains and sold them at Lady Rou’s market for some spirit stones. Then I went back to the city, traded one spirit stone for some silver, and bought this roast goose.”
“Mother, eat it while it’s hot, you must be starving after not eating all day!”
“By the way, your son made it big today. A great demon lord came to the market and made a bet, and your son took first place!”
“So that great demon lord helped me break through to the demon soldier level!”
“Your son is now at both the demon soldier and qi refining levels!”
“Oh, and that great demon lord gave me a name, Little Yellow!”
“Mother, isn’t that a nice name?!”
“Mother, don’t worry, I will work hard to cultivate and find a way to cure your chronic illness. Then we can step into the immortal path together…”
