After returning to his cave dwelling, Mo Fan immediately summoned his three trusted lesser demons, Pig Gentleman and the others.
“Soon, I’ll be entering seclusion. This seclusion is crucial for me. You must guard the cave dwelling well, no demon is allowed to enter!”
Mo Fan’s face was solemn as he spoke gravely.
“Yes, Master!”
“Master, rest assured, we’ll complete the task!”
Pig Gentleman and Da Li nodded, but Rabbit Demon Red Eye frowned, “But Master, what if other Ding Masters come looking for you? Do we let them in or not?”
“Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
“No demon is allowed inside!”
“Not just other Ding Masters, even if it’s that Lu Tantan, don’t let him in, not even a Demon General!”
Mo Fan snorted coldly.
“What? Not even a Demon General?!”
The three demons were stunned. Was this something their Master could say?
That’s a Demon General!
“Why so much nonsense? I said no, and that means no!
If any demon dares to barge into my cave dwelling, tell them I’ll take it up with Grandpa Demon King, and they’ll be the ones in trouble!” Mo Fan sneered.
“Master is wise, using Grandpa Demon King’s name as a shield, no demon would dare cause trouble!”
Red Eye’s eyes lit up, feeling his Master was indeed smarter than him, coming up with such a plan that didn’t require fearing other Ding Masters or Generals.
After instructing the three demons, Mo Fan said no more. Entering the cave, he used his demonic energy to guide his flying sword, slicing a large stone block from the wall, perfectly sized to seal the cave’s entrance.
With a wave of his hand, a surge of demonic energy rolled out, moving the stone to block the entrance.
After this, he went to the back door, calling into the spring pool, “Bai Yaoyao, I need your help!”
*Splash!*
The water surged, waves crashing as a white python emerged, transforming into a beautiful woman in a white dress.
“Master, what’s the matter?”
Bai Yaoyao approached Mo Fan, curiously observing the cave’s interior.
“I need to forge a supreme spirit body and require a medicinal bath, so I want you to control the fire.” Mo Fan didn’t hide anything, speaking directly.
In his view, Bai Yaoyao, once a Demon King, must be knowledgeable and wouldn’t covet his Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Body.
Even if she did, he wouldn’t mind sharing the method with her. From the moment he took her in, Mo Fan had plans to groom her as a trusted aide and capable general.
But not yet.
“Spirit body?”
Bai Yaoyao’s eyes flashed with surprise but she didn’t say much, nodding, “Alright, I happen to know some fire techniques.”
Mo Fan nodded, hesitating briefly before spitting out paper and a brush, writing down the fire-control details for the medicinal bath.
Watching Mo Fan write, Bai Yaoyao grew interested, standing by his side to observe, reciting every word he wrote without missing a single one.
“You can read?!”
Mo Fan’s eyes widened, staring at Bai Yaoyao, who nodded calmly.
“I lived among humans for decades, of course I can read. Not just that, when it comes to poetry and literature, most human scholars can’t compare to me,” Bai Yaoyao said with some pride.
“What?!”
Mo Fan was stunned again, then gave a wry smile, muttering, “If I’d known, I would’ve just asked you instead of risking my life among humans…”
He hadn’t asked Bai Yaoyao earlier due to his preconceived notions, assuming that as a fellow demon, she likely couldn’t read.
In Mo Fan’s eyes, literate demons were rare, with Pig Gentleman being an exception.
So, subconsciously, he overlooked Bai Yaoyao, a former Demon King.
“It’s just reading, is it worth such a fuss?”
“Your handwriting is quite refined, with a master’s flair. Your knowledge of human scholarship must be impressive too.”
Bai Yaoyao said, then picked up Mo Fan’s fire-control notes, nodding, “I understand these. When do you start?”
“Now, but first, we need to seal this back door too, to prevent other Black Wind Mountain demons from seeing.”
Mo Fan thought for a moment, then used his flying sword to cut another stone door to block the entrance.
“Spirit bodies are rare even among humans, so caution is wise.”
Bai Yaoyao nodded, seeming familiar with the concept of “spirit bodies.”
“Rare?”
Mo Fan’s heart stirred. Rare didn’t mean nonexistent, so he asked, “Are there many spirit bodies among humans?”
“Not many, but some exist, even stronger ones like holy bodies and divine bodies, and even so-called immortal bodies have appeared.
Those are true prodigies.”
Bai Yaoyao nodded, a hint of envy in her eyes.
“Other body types?”
Mo Fan’s eyes widened, this was new information, and he pressed further.
Bai Yaoyao didn’t hold back, explaining, “Among humans, besides various spirit roots, there are different body types, each with unique traits that ordinary spirit root holders can’t match.
There’s a saying: spirit roots measure cultivation potential, but body types determine the path to immortality.
Be it human or demon, their ultimate achievements may not depend on body type, but those who reach the pinnacle always have extraordinary ones!
Body types are divided into three main categories, from lowest to highest: treasure body, spirit body, and immortal body.
Of course, there are also holy bodies and divine bodies, rare even in millennia, which can rival immortal bodies.
So, while spirit bodies aren’t the most precious, they’re still rare, seen once in a century.
But this is the first I’ve heard of a spirit body being artificially created, so I’m quite curious.”
After hearing Bai Yaoyao, Mo Fan nodded thoughtfully, “So the most powerful among human cultivators are those with immortal bodies?”
“You could say that,” Bai Yaoyao nodded.
“Have you ever seen someone with such a body?” Mo Fan asked curiously.
“Yes, and someone very familiar…”
Bai Yaoyao gritted her teeth, her expression darkening.
“You don’t mean that Young Master Su, do you?” Mo Fan blinked, guessing.
“Yes, he’s not an immortal body, but a divine body. Though his realm isn’t high, few in the same realm can match him, you could say he dominates his peers!” Bai Yaoyao said gravely.
“That strong…”
Mo Fan took a deep breath, then grinned, “Don’t worry, one day I’ll smash his divine body and settle the score for you!”
With that, Mo Fan stopped chatting, opening his mouth to spit out a massive bronze cauldron that landed in the cave.
“I’m about to forge a poison body, so protect yourself with demonic energy to avoid being harmed by the toxic vapours from the bath!”
Mo Fan warned, then opened his mouth again, pouring bottle after bottle of venom into the bronze cauldron…
