While the demons were all shocked, the dog demon was overjoyed, bowing to Mo Fan again, “Thank you, Senior, for granting me a name!”
“You like it, that’s good!”
Seeing the dog demon so happy, Mo Fan felt relieved, then asked, “Little Yellow, would you like to join my Black Wind Mountain as a demon?”
At Mo Fan’s words, the surrounding demons looked envious.
Though they thought Lai Bao’s naming skills were terrible, the benefits he offered were genuinely good, and from the earlier incident, it was clear his character was decent, making him a trustworthy great demon!
Now, he personally invited the dog demon to join, which, in the eyes of the demons, was quite an honour.
But to their surprise, the dog demon Little Yellow shook his head, saying sincerely to Mo Fan, “Senior, forgive me, I cannot agree to your offer.”
“Why not?”
Mo Fan frowned, saying, “Are the conditions I offered not good enough?”
“No, Senior, your conditions are truly excellent, at least I have never heard of any demon mountain with such good benefits!” Little Yellow quickly shook his head.
“Then why are you unwilling to join?” Mo Fan asked curiously.
“It’s not that you’re not good, Senior, but it’s my own issue!”
Little Yellow gave a bitter smile, not explaining the reason.
Seeing this, Mo Fan did not press further, nodding immediately, “Alright! Each demon has their own aspirations, if you’re unwilling to join, so be it, but the gates of Black Wind Mountain are always open, come back when you’ve thought it through.”
“Thank you, Senior, this little demon will take his leave!”
Little Yellow bowed to Mo Fan once more, then left the place.
Mo Fan turned to look at Little Yellow’s retreating figure, whispering, “Big Head, follow him, don’t get spotted, I want to know why he won’t join Black Wind Mountain.”
“Yes!”
Big Head nodded, taking a step forward, ripples appearing in the space, soon concealing his presence.
After Big Head left, Mo Fan turned back, looking at the group of demons, smiling, “From now on, Black Wind Mountain welcomes heroes from all over!
Those who join my Black Wind Mountain will receive its protection and enjoy its many benefits!”
“Senior, I’m willing to join Black Wind Mountain!”
“Me too!”
“And me!!”
“…”
With generous benefits as bait and a sincere pledge as a lure, Mo Fan quickly recruited his first batch of demons, mostly those who had transformed three or four times, possessing some strength.
This group was not small, numbering around twenty.
“This king welcomes everyone to join!”
“This is my personal guard commander, named Er Ha, a tiger demon, for now, follow him to recruit more demons for Black Wind Mountain in this market!
Later, I will evaluate your merits based on the number of demon cultivators you recruit, then grant corresponding rewards!”
Seeing the recruitment process on track, Mo Fan decided not to handle it personally, leaving the task of recruiting demons entirely to Er Ha, while he headed into the market.
Since he had come here again, he naturally wanted to visit the market’s master, Yun Rou.
After all, she was the adopted daughter of the White Tiger Saint King.
Given the White Tiger Saint King’s various gifts, Mo Fan felt it necessary to meet Yun Rou, and perhaps tell her about those events, as she had a right to know.
…
Atop the bell tower.
Yun Rou, dressed in red, was looking at a bronze mirror, which did not reflect her own appearance but a scene.
If Mo Fan were here, he would be deeply shocked.
Because the image in the mirror showed his every move outside the market!
Watching the “boastful” toad demon in the mirror, Yun Rou frowned slightly, but her eyes grew brighter.
“Tap, tap, tap, tap…”
At that moment, light footsteps sounded behind Yun Rou.
“Miss, Mo Fan requests an audience!”
A soft voice spoke.
“Mo Fan?”
Yun Rou was slightly stunned, then asked, “That toad demon Lai Bao?”
“Yes.”
“Tell him, he is not yet qualified to meet me.”
Yun Rou spoke calmly, waving her hand, and the scene in the mirror changed, showing a black-haired youth in a black robe standing below the bell tower, hands behind his back, looking up, his vertical pupils clear, as if trying to see her through the mirror.
“Adoptive father, is this why you chose him…”
“Since the situation is set, then choose someone to break it… but can this little toad demon bear the weight of these ten thousand mountains?”
Yun Rou sighed softly, her gaze leaving the mirror, looking up at the clouds in the sky, a trace of sorrow on her face, murmuring, “Adoptive father, are you still alive…”
Below the bell tower.
When Bing Qi relayed Yun Rou’s words to Mo Fan, he couldn’t help but frown slightly.
“I understand, please tell your miss, Mo Fan will come again!”
Mo Fan bowed to Bing Qi, then turned and left.
Bing Qi’s words made him realise that Yun Rou likely knew about the White Tiger Saint King’s situation, so he didn’t need to explain further, and indeed, he currently lacked the qualifications to meet her.
Though he was now the king of Black Wind Mountain, his true cultivation was only mid-level demon general, perhaps a great demon in the eyes of minor demons, but still insignificant to true great demons.
In the end, in this world, might makes right!
Mo Fan took a deep breath, clearing his mind, not feeling disappointed, but rather faintly anticipating his next meeting with Yun Rou.
Based on today’s events, the next time he came to the bell tower, he would surely make that lofty woman astonished!
After leaving the bell tower, Mo Fan did not rush to find Er Ha, but first visited the Spirit Beast Academy, only to find it closed.
“The spirit beasts in our market are mostly man-eating demons caught by human demon hunters, and in the past, most buyers here were human cultivators.
Now, the entire human mountains of the southern border have been destroyed by the Saint King’s wrath, so the Spirit Beast Academy’s income has naturally dried up.
The current ten thousand mountains are in chaos, demons are stirring, and the southern border will sooner or later become a demon granary, as for human cultivators, they naturally flee as far as they can.
Those who remain are just rogue cultivators gambling with their lives.
Thus, no one deals in spirit beasts anymore.”
A voice sounded behind Mo Fan, causing him to turn and see his old friend Bing Jiu.
“No wonder, I have nowhere to spend my money.”
Mo Fan gave a bitter smile, not surprised by Bing Jiu’s arrival, as this was their territory.
But meeting again now, he vaguely sensed Bing Jiu’s cultivation, likely at the same level as his, meaning Bing Jiu was a Foundation Establishment cultivator!
“Your cultivation speed is truly astonishing, every time I see you, you always amaze me.” Bing Jiu looked at Mo Fan, speaking with some admiration.
“Please, you’re not a woman, if Bing Qi said that, maybe I’d feel a bit smug.”
Mo Fan rolled his eyes, then asked, “Why did you come to find me?”
“I heard you became the king of Black Wind Mountain, and now you’re here in our market aggressively recruiting our customers, should I congratulate you?” Bing Jiu looked at Mo Fan with a half-smile.
“Cough… no need for congratulations, don’t worry, I won’t stay long, just three to five days, recruit some demon soldiers and leave, I won’t cut off your customer base…” Mo Fan laughed awkwardly.
He knew what he was doing was a bit underhanded.
It was like stealing customers from someone’s doorstep…
“No matter, I was just saying, mainly I wanted to see how far you’ve grown, after all, you’re a demon the Saint King took notice of, and you haven’t disappointed me.
As for the market’s customers, as long as the miss doesn’t speak up, we won’t interfere too much, so go ahead and do your thing.”
Bing Jiu winked at Mo Fan, then turned, waving his hand, saying without looking back, “By the way, next time we meet, help me beat someone up.”
“Who?”
“Bing San!”
“…”
Bing Jiu left, and Mo Fan did not linger at the Spirit Beast Academy’s entrance, instead heading to the stall square, wanting to see if there were any treasures to find.
“Are you Mo Fan?”
Just as he was about to reach the square, a refined man carrying an oil-paper umbrella approached.
“I am, and you are?”
Mo Fan frowned, looking at this excessively handsome stranger, not recalling any prior contact.
“Bing San!”
