In this Three Mountains Trial, Mo Fan had acquired no small number of magical artifacts. Later, he obtained many more from human cultivators, totaling over a hundred items, along with numerous talisman resources.
After a thorough inventory, Mo Fan selected three treasures most suitable for himself.
They were: Mountain Armor, Golden Arrow, and Golden Rope!
The Mountain Armor was obtained from the Black Bat Demon. He had been shocked by its astonishing defense at the time. Upon closer inspection now, he realized this armor was at least among the finest of high-grade defensive artifacts!
Unfortunately, the armor now had a slight flaw, a finger-sized hole. Though it did not greatly affect its function, it was still a blemish.
Looking at the hole in the armor, Mo Fan’s gaze immediately shifted to a golden arrow.
It was this golden arrow that had pierced the Mountain Armor!
Its power far exceeded the scope of high-grade artifacts, placing it among the ranks of supreme artifacts!
Not only was it a supreme artifact, but it was also an offensive weapon of great destruction!
Recalling that earlier scene, Mo Fan felt an involuntary shiver. If the envoy from Phoenix Cry Mountain hadn’t intervened to distract that female demon, he might have died under this arrow, let alone claimed it.
Thinking of this, Mo Fan’s heart burned with excitement, his demonic aura surging. He immediately began the process of refining it.
Refining the Golden Arrow was not simple. Though only a faint trace of spiritual imprint remained, it had not dissipated.
Even so, Mo Fan could not erase it. In a flash of inspiration, he used the terrifying sword intent from the mysterious iron shard to completely destroy the residual imprint in the arrow.
Afterward, Mo Fan spent most of the night fully refining the Golden Arrow.
By the time he finished, he was nearly exhausted, with over half of his demonic aura lake depleted.
Despite this, Mo Fan’s face showed no regret, only joy.
“What a terrifying cultivator. Just a faint trace of spiritual imprint cost me so much demonic energy to erase completely. Is this the might of a Core Formation human cultivator?!”
Mo Fan murmured softly. With a thought, the Golden Arrow floated before him.
“Whoosh!”
With a piercing sound, the Golden Arrow vanished. A tiny hole appeared on the sturdy cave wall, followed by rustling sounds. In the blink of an eye, the arrow shot out from the other side of the wall, returning to Mo Fan.
“With such a powerful weapon, even peak Demon Generals might not be my match now!”
Mo Fan took a deep breath, swallowing the Golden Arrow with a gulp, his heart brimming with excitement.
The arrow’s power was simply too great, far surpassing his high-grade flying sword by countless times.
After a while of excitement, Mo Fan finally calmed down and turned to the last item, the Golden Rope.
This Golden Rope came from the Rat Demon General. It appeared ordinary but had unique effects.
After refining it, Mo Fan found it instantly became an excellent tool for binding enemies.
He went to an open area, selected a large tree, and tossed the Golden Rope. The ten-foot-long rope immediately wrapped around the tree. With a soft snap, the entire trunk was instantly severed.
He then tried it on a boulder with the same method, achieving the same result.
Seeing the Golden Rope’s power, Mo Fan realized how lucky Crane Feifei had been earlier. If the Rat Demon hadn’t been toying with her, she might have suffered greatly.
“Though this Golden Rope is a demon weapon, its ability is not much inferior to high-grade artifacts. Its binding power surpasses ordinary artifacts. It’s truly a rare treasure!”
“Since it’s golden, I’ll call you Golden Rope from now on!”
Mo Fan smiled, and with a thought, the ten-foot-long Golden Rope wrapped around his waist, resembling an ordinary golden belt.
“Now I have defensive, offensive, and binding artifacts, along with several divine abilities. Below the Demon King realm, I fear no one!”
Mo Fan took a deep breath, his mood greatly lifted.
After this inventory, he finally understood how powerful he had become.
Though only at mid-Demon General realm, he dared to claim invincibility among Demon Generals!
If he had refined these two artifacts during the journey, he was fully confident he could make that big black fish in the Black Water River jump into his pot.
Returning to the cave, Mo Fan touched his smooth bald head, then closed his eyes. Instantly, the spiritual energy lake within him surged, endless spiritual energy rushing to his head.
The next moment, Mo Fan felt his scalp itch. Fine black hair began to grow, soon reaching down to his waist.
Looking at the black hair cascading over his shoulders, Mo Fan’s lips curved slightly upward.
“Finally, I don’t have to walk around with a big bald head all day!”
Mo Fan walked to the spring pool, using the lake’s reflection to admire himself.
With his black hair, he indeed looked much better. Though still far from “handsome,” he was at least not ugly anymore.
This brought Mo Fan some comfort.
He then closed his eyes to rest. After the time it takes to burn two incense sticks, he opened his eyes again, seeing the sky outside the cave beginning to brighten.
“It’s time to set rules and enforce discipline!”
Mo Fan stood up. With a thought, his long hair automatically coiled atop his head. He opened his mouth, and the Golden Arrow flew out, transforming into a hairpin inserted into his bun, instantly making him look much neater.
If his disheveled hair gave off a wild demonic aura, now he resembled a refined scholar.
When Mo Fan rode the clouds to the mountain peak, he found the lesser demons already gathered in the square.
“Laibao, you…”
Crane Feifei was slightly stunned seeing Mo Fan like this, almost thinking her eyes were playing tricks.
The Laibao with hair and the bald Laibao were worlds apart in outward temperament. At least this Laibao gave her a refreshing impression.
“General Crane, General Laibao is now the king of our Black Wind Mountain. Calling him directly by name might not be appropriate, right?”
Before Mo Fan could respond, White Snow, with her alluring figure, spoke up nearby, looking at Crane Feifei with slight displeasure.
Crane Feifei was taken aback, frowning as she glanced at White Snow but said nothing more.
“No matter. You’re all my old friends; no need to be bound by petty mortal etiquette.”
Mo Fan landed, looking at the two demons, finally resting his gaze on Crane Feifei with a smile. “What, not used to me like this?”
“No… it’s just a bit surprising.”
Crane Feifei quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet Mo Fan’s eyes.
Mo Fan didn’t mind, his gaze sweeping over the demons below.
“We pay respects to Great King Grandpa!!”
Red Eye was the first to kneel, and the other demons quickly followed suit.
“Rise!”
Mo Fan waved his hand, demonic aura surging, lifting the demons up. He then said, “Now, this king will set the first rule of Black Wind Mountain. From now on, when you see me, just call me ‘Great King,’ no need to add ‘Grandpa’!”
“This king is still young and wants to live a bit longer.”
“You calling me Grandpa makes me feel like you’re wishing me away…”
“Also, you’ve done well!
On my way here, I didn’t see a single corpse. Your efforts yesterday weren’t in vain!”
“Next, this king will announce the rules of Black Wind Mountain. I ask you all to continue to obey and execute them strictly and earnestly…”
