When Mo Fan returned to Black Wind Mountain, he discovered that the demons had already been waiting for him at the mountain’s peak for quite some time.
“The King is back!!”
The sparrow Cha Cha, tasked with patrolling the skies, was the first to spot the returning Mo Fan. It immediately flew towards the peak, its excited voice carrying far under the surge of demonic energy.
“My King!!”
The demons all looked up, gazing at the black cloud approaching from the horizon. Sure enough, they saw Mo Fan standing atop the cloud.
Riding the clouds and mist, Mo Fan’s gaze swept over the peak, noticing the varied expressions of the demons.
Some were extremely excited, others utterly exhausted, and some bore faces full of sorrow…
Clearly, the earlier slaughter by Venomous Fang and Qin Changsheng on the mountain had deeply affected the demons.
Mo Fan then turned his attention to the animal corpses scattered across the peak’s plaza.
These corpses appeared as animals but were, in truth, the true forms manifested by the demons of Black Wind Mountain after their deaths.
A single glance revealed over forty of them!
Whoosh—
Amidst the howling winds, the black cloud descended upon the peak, and Mo Fan appeared before the demons.
“Bai Yaoyao!”
Mo Fan called out.
“My King!”
Bai Yaoyao hurriedly stepped forward, understanding what Mo Fan wanted to ask. Without waiting for his question, she spoke first, “The fallen demons are all here, a total of forty-six demon cultivators!
Among them are thirty-seven minor demons and nine demon soldiers!”
Pausing briefly, Bai Yaoyao glanced at the dejected He Feifei beside her and added, “This includes two wolf demon soldiers under General He’s command.”
Hearing this, Mo Fan recalled the images of those two wolf demons in his mind, sighing inwardly.
Back in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, they had encountered a rat demon general attempting to rob them. After killing the rat demon general, Mo Fan had subdued his demon soldiers, including those two wolf demons, who had offered a mid-grade fire spirit stone to Mo Fan to spare their lives.
Mo Fan had ordered the two demons to serve under He Feifei, thinking their cultivation and strength would allow them to thrive on Black Wind Mountain. He never expected they would perish so soon.
“I understand.”
Mo Fan nodded, then looked at Bai Yaoyao, whose clothes were stained with blood. Frowning, he asked, “You’re injured?”
“Yes, Qin Changsheng’s cultivation was formidable, and his strength was terrifying. If not for my magic treasure, I likely wouldn’t have been his match.”
Bai Yaoyao nodded, her expression somewhat grave, and asked, “By the way, you went after them. What happened?”
“They’re dead.”
Mo Fan replied, then asked, “Are your injuries severe? Do you need me to heal you?”
“No need. My injuries were indeed serious, but I’ve fully recovered now.”
Bai Yaoyao smiled, sparking curiosity in Mo Fan, a flash of surprise in his eyes.
“Thanks to that pig demon under your command, oh, right, Mister Pig, isn’t it?
He used his divine ability to heal me, and not just me, he treated all the injured demons,” Bai Yaoyao explained.
Mo Fan suddenly understood, nearly forgetting about Mister Pig’s Corpse Devouring ability, which included healing capabilities.
With this in mind, Mo Fan immediately looked at the demons and spotted Mister Pig in a corner, his face pale.
Stepping over, he asked, “Are you alright?”
“My King, I’m fine. It’s just that I used too much blood crystal energy this time, and it’s taken a toll on me,” Mister Pig said with a bitter smile, shaking his head.
However, Mo Fan could tell that Mister Pig’s condition wasn’t as light as he claimed. Likely, the continuous healing had drained him significantly, possibly harming his core essence.
“Thank you for this. Without you, our brothers would still be suffering in pain.”
Mo Fan patted Mister Pig’s shoulder heavily, then smiled, “Come with me to Spring Pool Cave later. I have something for you.”
“Yes, My King!”
Mister Pig nodded, not asking further.
“My King, what should we do with these corpses?”
“Everyone’s been through a lot this time. Why not hand these corpses to the kitchen camp?
Cook them into several big pots of dishes to reward the brothers and soothe their wounded hearts!”
At that moment, Red Eyes approached Mo Fan, chuckling.
But before he could finish, Mo Fan kicked him flying!
“My… My King… you…!!”
Red Eyes, tumbling to the ground like a dog eating dirt, was furious and confused about why Mo Fan had kicked him.
“Eat, eat, eat, all you damn well think about is eating!
Can’t you behave for once?!
Are these things to be eaten?
These corpses on the ground were your brothers fighting alongside you just moments ago!!
And you want to eat them?!”
“Try saying that again!!”
Mo Fan was furious, unleashing a torrent of curses at Red Eyes.
He was genuinely enraged, finding Red Eyes’ words utterly inappropriate for the occasion.
Though eating the corpses of companions was a common practice among demons, Mo Fan did not want this bad habit to persist among his followers.
If it continued, the bonds between the demons would surely weaken over time. Knowing they might be eaten by their closest brothers after death, ending up without a proper burial, who would dare trust another demon easily?
Who would charge into battle during Black Wind Mountain’s moments of crisis?
“But… but in the past, we always…” Red Eyes, scolded harshly, felt wronged and tried to explain, only to have his mouth covered by Dali.
“Little Stingy Rabbit, shut up already!”
“Can’t you see the King is furious?”
“Want to be skinned and have your tendons pulled again?!”
Dali grumbled, and Red Eyes instantly quieted down.
Seeing the fool finally calm, Mo Fan’s cold gaze swept over the demons, his voice deep, “I don’t care how the demon race did things before. From today, Black Wind Mountain has a new rule: any demon who dies for our mountain, regardless of cultivation level, as long as their body can be found, will be buried properly!
Moreover, I will erect a Demon Soul Stele on Black Wind Mountain!
Every demon who sacrifices for our mountain will have their name inscribed on this stele!
I want them to rest in peace!
I want them to know they died for Black Wind Mountain, and I will not let them down!
I want their bodies to receive final respect!
And I want their names to stand forever on Black Wind Mountain, revered by future generations!!”
Though most demons didn’t fully grasp Mo Fan’s words, the demon soldiers were deeply moved, feeling that serving a king who respected his followers was a wise choice.
They had never encountered a great demon who valued their subordinates.
Even in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, such a thing was unheard of.
Demons were born to a world of survival of the fittest. Being eaten by other demons was terrifying yet entirely normal.
But who wouldn’t want to avoid being eaten and to be respected by their superiors?
Though minor demons were simple-minded, they weren’t foolish and knew what was good for them.
“Dali!”
“Order the combat camp to bury the remains of our brothers here on this peak!
I want their souls to forever watch over this homeland!”
“Yes, My King!”
Dali accepted the order, and Mo Fan’s expression softened. Looking at the demons, he declared loudly, “You all did well. This was Black Wind Mountain’s first battle, and you showed the blood and spirit of our demons!
You didn’t retreat in the face of a strong enemy, but fought fearlessly. This is what it means to be a demon of Black Wind Mountain!
So, I announce that starting today, we will hold a three-day victory feast at the peak of Black Wind Mountain!
Except for the patrol team, all demons may participate!
During this time, the patrol team will rotate every half day!”
“The King is mighty!!”
