“Lai Bao, what is this?”
Beside him, He Feifei also looked at the object floating in front of Mo Fan. Upon closer inspection, it was a piece of white bone.
To be precise, it was a skeletal hand with all five fingers, resembling a human hand!
Mo Fan gazed at the skeletal hand before him, a sense of familiarity surging in his heart, accompanied by a deep sorrow.
Because he detected a trace of his own kind’s aura in this bone!
This reminded him of what the White Tiger Saint King had told him earlier, so he instinctively understood what this bone was.
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Bone!
To be exact, this skeletal hand was a relic of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Clan!
Feeling the aura of his kind, Mo Fan couldn’t help but feel grief welling up in his heart. It was as if he was infected by the bone. In a daze, he seemed to see a towering great demon meeting a resentful end, its bones and flesh completely disintegrating.
“Lai Bao?”
Seeing Mo Fan staring fixedly at the skeletal hand, He Feifei called out again.
Mo Fan snapped back to reality at her voice, took the skeletal hand, and forced a smile. “I’m fine.”
“I’m not asking if you’re fine. I’m asking what this skeletal hand is. How did it suddenly fall from the sky right in front of you?” He Feifei asked, frowning.
“I’m not too sure either, but it seems to be fated with me. I’ll take it for now and study it carefully when I have time.”
Mo Fan shrugged, but there was no trace of joy on his face.
He looked up at the sky, now calm and tranquil, with only the scattered, broken clouds seeming to recount what had just happened.
“Senior… are you really still alive…?”
Mo Fan whispered in his heart, unable to describe his feelings at this moment, only a hollow sense of loss.
Although he was certain the voice earlier was the White Tiger Saint King’s, the moment he saw the skeletal hand, he vaguely understood something.
That was the Heaven-Devouring Demon Bone!
The White Tiger Saint King had said it was something “she” left behind. Though Mo Fan didn’t know who “she” was or what bond she shared with the White Tiger Saint King, he could clearly sense the deep emotions in those brief words.
So, for something left by such a being, shouldn’t the White Tiger Saint King cherish it more?
Why did it suddenly appear before him?
It seemed to have no answer, yet the answer was everywhere…
“It looks like the battle in the sky is over. I wonder who won?”
“Hey! Why should small fries like us worry about the victories of those big shots? Even if their win or loss affects the whole world, I don’t think it has much to do with us.
The sky won’t fall!
And even if it does, there’s someone taller to hold it up!
Lai Bao, don’t you think I’m right?”
At this moment, He Feifei suddenly spoke, letting out a string of thoughts.
Hearing this, Mo Fan’s inner melancholy was swept away. He took a deep breath and smiled in response. “There’s some truth to that.”
“Hee! I knew you’d agree with me. I learned that from a scholar I met before!”
Seeing Mo Fan’s smile return, He Feifei also beamed with joy.
“You’ve had such an encounter?”
Mo Fan was somewhat surprised. Scholars were from the human realm. He wasn’t sure if the one this crane demon met was a mortal or a cultivator, but he nodded. “That scholar’s words do make sense!”
“What’s the use of making sense? He was only about a hundred pounds. I ate him in one meal!” He Feifei pouted.
“…”
Mo Fan’s face twitched slightly, instantly speechless.
“By the way, to thank you for taking care of me this time, I’ve decided to give you a little cub!”
“I just don’t know what our cub will look like.”
“Will it look more like a crane or more like a toad?”
“Hey! Why are you running…”
Mo Fan ran. To be precise, he was scared off.
He Feifei seemed like a normal female demon most of the time, but when she got wild, Mo Fan could only admit he couldn’t handle her.
Saying she’d give him a cub out of the blue—who could stand that?!
And a combination of a toad and a white crane… that gave Mo Fan an even bigger headache.
Not to mention whether there was reproductive isolation, even if this world had no such barriers, if they produced something bizarre, how awkward would that be…
After this chase, the two demons gradually moved away from the Black Water River.
“Lai Bao, where are we going?” He Feifei suddenly asked, dropping the topic of cubs.
This made Mo Fan breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps the greatest advantage of demons was their “forgetfulness”?
Prompted by He Feifei’s words, Mo Fan instinctively looked around. Surrounded by mountains and lush greenery, even he wasn’t sure where they were. He only knew they had ventured deep into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, likely less than a hundred miles from the Demon Spirit Valley.
With this in mind, Mo Fan replied: “I plan to go back to the Demon Spirit Valley to take a look. I don’t know what’s going on there.”
His plan was simple. First, he wanted to check if the six-coloured vermilion fruit treasure tree in the Demon Spirit Valley was still there.
Second, he wanted to find his subordinate little demons to see if they were still alive.
“Great idea!”
“I was just thinking of going back to the Demon Spirit Valley too. Maybe we’ll run into Grandpa King, the Great General, or the Second General!”
He Feifei’s eyes lit up at his words, but then she looked distressed. “I just don’t know what the situation is there now. If we run into those powerful human cultivators, we might go in but not come out…”
“We won’t. Don’t worry!”
Mo Fan smiled and shook his head.
The two major human strongholds in the Southern Border had been completely slaughtered by the White Tiger Saint King. Even the cultivators left guarding Black Wind Mountain had been wiped out. So, in his view, there definitely wouldn’t be any cultivators in the Demon Spirit Valley now.
This was, after all, the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the territory of the demon clan.
With the White Tiger Saint King slaughtering ahead, it shouldn’t be hard for the other demon kings to pick up some scraps.
The human cultivators who could leave the Demon Spirit Valley alive should be thanking the heavens.
Both demons were at the Demon General Realm, having initially mastered the art of riding clouds and mist. So, a distance of tens of miles was nothing to them.
Just as the two demons were about to reach the Demon Spirit Valley, Mo Fan heard a tiger’s roar nearby and immediately stopped.
“What’s wrong?” He Feifei asked curiously.
“I think I’ve run into an old acquaintance!”
Mo Fan’s lips curved slightly, and he turned to fly toward the source of the tiger’s roar.
Soon, in a dense forest, he saw a scene of a fierce tiger being hunted.
It was a tiger with yellow and black striped patterns, a round head, short ears, and sturdy limbs!
The tiger’s body was over two zhang long, far exceeding an ordinary tiger beast, and it exuded a thick demonic aura, as if enveloped in black mist.
On the tiger’s back rode a charming woman in a white dress, with a pair of rabbit ears on her head.
These were clearly two demons!
