Mo Fan’s voice was not loud, but amplified by his magical power, it spread across the entire forested area.
His words instantly caused all the scattered cultivators in the forest to widen their eyes, showing expressions of disbelief.
This was the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the territory of the demon race!
The demon race cared least about the lives of low-level minor demons, leading to a system of layered exploitation.
Want protection?
Fine, join my demon mountain, undertake the mountain’s tasks, and search for spiritual herbs in the mountains, submitting them on time to gain protection.
As for demon techniques, don’t even think about it. A mistake could lead to being skinned or worse, served as a dish.
Combat techniques? None. At most, they’d teach you how to absorb moonlight essence.
The great demons were too busy fighting amongst themselves to care about your survival.
If they were in a good mood, they might drag you to the square for a humiliating performance to amuse them…
These demon race scattered cultivators were cunning, having long figured out the situation of various demon mountains. Knowing the dangers, they preferred to remain free, idle minor demons rather than join a demon mountain for protection.
Thus, Mo Fan’s promises sounded like empty talk to them, as if this Demon General was deceiving them. It was too unrealistic and against the interests of the demon mountains.
In the eyes of the demons, demon mountains recruited minor demons solely to enslave them. Minor demons willingly submitted to gain the protection of great demons, nothing more.
And here you are, offering warmth and care? Who wouldn’t suspect something fishy?
Seeing the demons’ lack of reaction, just staring at him in fear, Mo Fan understood the reason.
“Damn it, these demons have been exploited so much they’re scared. In this day and age, offering high rewards makes them think I’m just spouting lies and pulling a scam?
No wonder so many demon mountains are overflowing with demons despite their exploitation!
If these bad habits of the demon race aren’t eradicated soon, the strong will only get stronger, and the weak will never rise!
Forget rising, surviving will become near impossible!”
Mo Fan took a deep breath, cursing inwardly. From small signs, he could see how severe the problems in the Hundred Thousand Mountains were.
No wonder the demon race never prospered.
“Rules are set by demons!”
“Most demons follow the crowd, content with the status quo, unaware that it harms the low-level minor demons!
Since no demon is willing to be the one to change the rules, then let this king do it!
I cannot let the efforts of the White Tiger Holy King go to waste!”
Mo Fan resolved himself, his gaze becoming resolute.
For some reason, he suddenly sensed a faint tremor from the Sky-Swallowing Palm Bone in his inner space…
“Strange, was that my imagination?”
Mo Fan frowned, unsure.
“This king knows you don’t believe my words. After all, this is the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the demon race! How could there be such generous treatment?
To be honest, even I find it hard to believe, haha…
But this is the truth!
This king is different from any great demon you’ve heard of. I am determined to change the weak state of our demon race!
That’s why I want to establish new rules, even if they clash severely with other demon mountains!
In other words, this king is an ambitious demon!
How great is my ambition?
Not just in my small Black Wind Mountain!
Not just in this Demon Spirit Mountain Range!
Not even in this weak Hundred Thousand Mountains!
But in the entire demon race world!!”
“This king doesn’t seek to recruit idle, aimless minor demons!
I seek those who share my vision, dedicated to changing the weak state of our demon race, ambitious demons!”
“Whether you believe me or not, my promises stand here!
The gates of Black Wind Mountain are always open to you!
Three hundred miles northwest from here lies Black Wind Mountain’s territory. You can go and hear our rules, see our state for yourselves!”
After Mo Fan spoke, he scanned the demons in the forest, noticing that many had a flicker of interest in their eyes, though still tinged with caution.
Mo Fan’s lips curled slightly, and he spoke again. “This king knows many of you are still wary, thinking I’m just talking big!
To dispel your doubts, how about a wager with this king?”
“When the market opens, the first to enter, if below Demon General cultivation, this king will help them break through one minor stage to prove my determination and sincerity!
If I fail, you can treat my words as nonsense!”
Mo Fan’s words stirred many demons, and immediately a yellow-haired demon boldly asked, “Is that what you said?”
“Indeed, I said it!”
Mo Fan nodded with a smile, noticing this demon had at least four demon transformations but hadn’t reached Demon Ding Realm.
“Then if I’m the first to enter the market, what happens?” the minor demon pressed.
“As per the wager, this king will naturally help you complete your fifth transformation, breaking through to Demon Ding Realm!”
“Hmph! Big talk, senior. I just broke through recently. Breaking through again would require at least a dozen low-grade spiritual herbs, which is simply impossible!”
The minor demon sneered, feeling provoked, thinking Mo Fan was toying with him.
A dozen low-grade spiritual herbs!
Most minor demons couldn’t gather that many in decades.
“A mere dozen spiritual herbs may seem like a lot to you, but to this king, they’re nothing!”
Mo Fan smiled, then looked at the other cultivators. “All of you can bear witness and participate!”
“Fellow daoists! I believe you’re all skeptical of this senior’s words. Why not let me test their truth for us?
To avoid being tricked, don’t rush in later. Let me be the first to enter!”
The yellow-haired minor demon spoke earnestly, with a tragic tone of entering hell for the greater good, leaving Mo Fan and his three demons speechless.
What a drama queen!
But Mo Fan rather admired this demon, thinking, “What a bold and clever little guy. Could he be a fox demon?”
The minor demon, with at least four transformations, had his legs covered by a robe, exposing only his spiritual body parts, making it hard for Mo Fan to discern his true form.
“Dog demon, rest assured, no one will compete with you. You’re perfect to test the waters for us.”
“Right…!”
Soon, many demons echoed the yellow-haired demon’s words.
Dog demon?
Mo Fan frowned slightly.
Since his run-in with Lai Fu, he wasn’t fond of dog demons, feeling they seemed docile but could bite unexpectedly.
But having made the promise, it wasn’t easy to back out now.
He needed this wager to dispel the demons’ doubts and fears!
Time passed bit by bit. As the sun set and the moon rose high, a red light shot out from the market in the ruined temple…
…
A dog demon for the book friends in the group…
