Mo Fan had gained a rough understanding of Black Wind Mountain’s demon hierarchy over the past few days.
The most powerful demon on the entire mountain was the Demon King “Black Whirlwind,” whom he had seen in Black Wind Cave. Below him were four Demon Generals.
Each Demon General had three personal attendants and five Demon Lieutenants under their command.
Below each Demon Lieutenant were three subordinate attendants and five patrolling lesser demons.
In total, Black Wind Mountain was home to several hundred demons!
Mo Fan had initially thought this was an exaggeration, but now it seemed anything but.
Soon, the entire Flat-Top Mountain was encircled by a crowd of demons.
“Look, the Generals are here!” a demon shouted, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
Mo Fan looked up and saw three figures descending from the sky, quickly arriving at the forefront.
These were the three Demon Generals he’d seen in Black Wind Cave, all capable of flying through the air.
As soon as they appeared, their respective attendants stepped forward, setting up prepared tables, chairs, wine, and fruits, inviting the Generals to take their seats.
Black Scorpion and the other Demon Lieutenants, however, weren’t granted seats at the table, each bringing their own chair to avoid embarrassment.
As for lesser demons like Mo Fan, they didn’t even get a stool, left to sit on the ground or sprawl haphazardly, giving Mo Fan one impression: chaos!
“Demons are demons, no discipline at all, nothing like humans!” Mo Fan shook his head, a touch of disdain in his heart, conveniently forgetting he was now one of these Flat-Top Peak demons.
With the arrival of the three Demon Generals, the atmosphere on Flat-Top Peak reached a fever pitch, demons chattering noisily, some even starting brawls.
The Demon Lieutenants watched with amused smiles, not bothering to intervene, while the lesser demons egged them on, as if hoping for a fatality.
The three Demon Generals, meanwhile, raised their cups in a toast, looking quite at ease.
The brawls were just a minor episode on Flat-Top Peak, calming down by sunrise.
“The Great King Grandpa is here!” the same voice called out again, and the demons all looked to the sky.
Mo Fan glanced up and saw a black cloud descending rapidly, landing in an instant among the three Demon Generals.
As the black mist cleared, the Demon King’s imposing figure emerged, accompanied by a gaggle of beautiful demon maidens, a mix of slender and curvaceous.
These were the Demon King’s consorts.
Mo Fan counted and found there were over a dozen, nearly all fully transformed into spiritual forms, with only a few showing demonic traits.
This meant most of these consorts were at the Demon Lieutenant level!
Among them, Mo Fan spotted the rabbit demon, now fully transformed, save for a pair of rabbit ears atop her head, draped in a thin red veil that faintly revealed her alluring figure, exuding a captivating charm.
“Hot damn, how have I never seen that rabbit-eared lady before? She’s stunning!” Sparrow Chirp exclaimed beside Mo Fan.
“Yeah, she’s too tempting, makes me itch down below!” Dog Demon Laifu grinned, then chuckled, “Looks like a rabbit demon. We’ve got one in our team too, Red Eyes is gonna be real red-eyed now!”
As he spoke, Bull Demon Dali let out a shout, “Damn it, Red Eyes, you dare pee on my head?”
The explosive words drew the attention of Mo Fan and the others.
Seeing the stares, Red Eyes panicked, stammering, “I… I didn’t…”
“Didn’t? It’s dripping on my nose!” Dali fumed, but soon froze, gritting his teeth, “No, what’s that foul smell? What the hell did you do?!”
“Foul smell?”
“Let me sniff!” Dog Demon Laifu perked up, but after a whiff, he gagged, cursing, “Damn randy rabbit’s in heat!”
The demons burst into laughter, even Mo Fan’s face twitched, stunned that Red Eyes was so bold as to let loose in public.
This was too wild, wasn’t it?
No, too ridiculous, just from one look?
“You lot, keep it down, want the Great King Grandpa and that rabbit lady to hear?” Black Scorpion turned back, face dark with irritation, then glared at the embarrassed Red Eyes on Dali’s back, snapping, “Useless thing, you’re up for the Chili Contest later!”
“What?”
“My Lord, you know I don’t do chilies, I surrender too quick!” Red Eyes whined.
“Hahaha, wise call, my Lord!”
“I back the Lord’s decision, you randy rabbit, causing trouble with your heat, now you’re scared?”
The demons roared with laughter, even Dali looked relieved, while Mo Fan was baffled, not understanding their amusement.
But soon, he got it.
“This month’s Chili Contest begins now!”
“As always, my beloved consorts will perform for you all!”
The Demon King stood, pulling the rabbit demon to him, introducing her.
“This rabbit demon, Snow White, is my new consort. You lot better keep your eyes peeled, anyone who dares bully my consorts will end up in the frying pan!”
With a wave, over a dozen beautiful demon consorts filed out, starting to dance in the open circle.
“First round, impromptu performance, each Lieutenant’s camp, send out a demon!” the Demon King announced.
“As you command, Great King Grandpa!”
The Demon Lieutenants responded, each selecting a lesser demon from their camp to join the dozens in the circle.
Mo Fan noticed every one of these demons looked miserable, piquing his curiosity about what was coming.
“Up on the stakes!”
A Demon King attendant shouted, and sturdy demons stepped forward, each carrying a thick wooden pole, planting it firmly in the ground behind the lesser demons, then tying them to the poles with ropes.
“What’s this for?” Mo Fan was confused.
Wasn’t this a performance? Why were they all tied up?
“Don’t worry, the show’s about to start!” Spider Demon Old Eight smirked nearby.
As Mo Fan puzzled, the demon consorts approached the tied-up demons, striking provocative poses, driving the lesser demons wild, their loins visibly reacting.
Though demons, these consorts danced exquisitely, reminding Mo Fan of K-pop girl groups from his past life, thinking, “If these consorts were in the modern world, they’d probably make it as a girl group.”
The spicy, eye-popping scene shocked Mo Fan.
As Black Scorpion’s top pick, Red Eyes embarrassingly “surrendered” a second time, the first to be eliminated.
When bowls of bright red chili powder were brought out, Mo Fan was stunned, his worldview shattered, grasping the essence of the “Chili Contest.”
Chili-smeared steel, the sensation too intense to describe.
The consorts’ dance ignited the contestants’ primal urges, some even applied chili by hand, the double stimulation leaving the demons in agonizing ecstasy, soon turning to sheer torment, a mix of pain and near-death desire…
It was a performance Mo Fan found utterly astounding.
In his past world, no one would dare replicate this, and he finally understood why Black Scorpion had asked him that question on his first day at Black Wind Mountain.
For the first time, Mo Fan felt lucky for his physiological “flaw”…
