Seeing Red Eyes’ cheeky expression, Mo Fan felt a surge of irritation and kicked him squarely in the backside.
“Ouch! Easy, easy!”
Red Eyes jumped away, clutching his rear and looking at Mo Fan with a resentful pout, “Great King, I just got flayed and had my tendons pulled, and now you’re hitting me? My heart’s aching!”
“Shut up!”
Mo Fan rolled his eyes and snorted, “You think I don’t know you’re perfectly fine?”
He then turned to White Elephant and Little Yellow, feigning displeasure, “I ordered you to flay and pull Red Eyes’ tendons. Why didn’t you follow through?
Are you defying me too?!”
White Elephant’s heart skipped a beat, his legs weakening as he nearly knelt. But Little Yellow suddenly smiled, “Great King, we had no intention of defying you.
We did try to flay and pull Red Eyes’ tendons, but his cultivation is too high, and I couldn’t manage it.
I’ve never done such a thing before and didn’t know where to start. So, we decided to record this punishment for now. If Red Eyes offends again, we’ll deal with it then!
We haven’t had the chance to report this to you, Great King, and it still needs your approval.”
“Uh, Great King, I overheard the betting talk and came in early. I didn’t know Little Yellow wasn’t skilled at flaying and tendon-pulling. This is my mistake!
Shall I take Red Eyes out now and do it?”
Following Little Yellow’s lead, White Elephant wised up and winked at Mo Fan.
“Fine, we’ll handle it as Little Yellow said. I approve!”
“Dead rabbit, if you dare defy me again, I won’t spare you!”
Mo Fan snorted, letting the matter drop.
He knew from the start this would happen. Red Eyes was close with the other demons, and White Elephant, wanting to stay in their circle, wouldn’t risk offending him, so he left pretending ignorance.
As a newcomer to Black Wind Mountain, Little Yellow was even less inclined to antagonize Red Eyes. Sparing him would earn his favor.
All these factors ensured Red Eyes came out unscathed.
But most importantly, they all saw Mo Fan wasn’t truly set on harshly punishing Red Eyes!
“Heh heh, Red Eyes thanks the Great King for your mercy!!”
Seeing Mo Fan let it go, Red Eyes grinned broadly.
Next, Mo Fan informed Little Yellow about the bet, leaving him stunned and then panicked, “Great King, I… I’ve just reached the Demon Soldier realm. I’m no match for the brothers…”
“You still have a month, don’t you?”
“If you don’t believe in yourself, at least trust in me, your king, right?”
Mo Fan chuckled, understanding Little Yellow’s concern.
With Mo Fan’s words, Little Yellow nodded.
“Brother Little Yellow, don’t worry!”
“With Rabbit Lord here, you won’t lose. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to find some good stuff to boost your strength like crazy!”
Red Eyes thumped his chest, his attitude completely changed.
“Red Eyes, Black Wind Mountain’s foundation isn’t fully stable yet. Don’t go stirring up trouble!
For the next month, you’re not to leave Black Wind Mountain!”
Mo Fan’s words crushed Red Eyes’ plans. He knew exactly what Red Eyes was up to.
“Red Eyes reminded me, though. Now that I’ve broken through to the Demon General realm, it’s time to subdue the monkey clan in that peach forest!
If I can bring them under control, Black Wind Mountain will truly have the air of a demon mountain!”
Mo Fan mused to himself.
Next, he gathered the demon soldiers and began teaching them the Little Thunder Sound Fist.
Though only a half-physical cultivation technique, it was ideal for demon cultivators, greatly enhancing attack power.
Mo Fan wasn’t stingy with such a technique.
In his view, to grow strong, it wasn’t enough for him alone to be powerful. The entire demon mountain had to become strong!
Days passed in a flash.
To Mo Fan’s confusion, after several days, the demons had only barely mastered the first layer, “Fist Form,” with none grasping the second layer, Fist Vigor.
Thus, he instructed them to practice diligently and tasked Red Eyes, Chirpy, and White Elephant to teach the Little Thunder Sound Fist, ensuring every lesser demon in Black Wind Mountain learned it.
This was the first perk for the lesser demons recruited from the market.
A few days later, Mo Fan summoned Little Yellow alone.
“Greetings, Great King!”
Little Yellow arrived at the Spring Pool Cave, bowing respectfully to Mo Fan.
“How’s your practice with the Little Thunder Sound Fist going?” Mo Fan asked with a smile.
“Reporting to Great King, I’ve reached the second layer, Fist Vigor, and comprehended its second stage, able to unleash double the fist power!”
Little Yellow replied excitedly.
“Oh?”
Mo Fan’s eyes lit up. He hadn’t expected this half-demon to excel at the Little Thunder Sound Fist, as none of the other demons had reached Fist Vigor yet.
“But I’m still not confident about the upcoming bet…”
Little Yellow’s excitement faded, replaced by worry and tension, “I’ve seen Brother Chirpy and the others these past days. They’re all so strong!
Especially their divine abilities, they’re just too powerful!
I’m afraid the Little Thunder Sound Fist alone won’t be enough to beat them. I might let you down, Great King.”
“What’s the big deal? Just that?”
Mo Fan shook his head with a smile, then asked, “Haven’t you looked at the information your mother passed down to you?”
“I have. There are two fire-based spells I could practice, but time is too short, and cultivating fire spells requires fire spiritual energy.
I’ve explored Black Wind Mountain these past days and found no suitable place to practice fire techniques,” Little Yellow said helplessly.
Mo Fan understood. Little Yellow didn’t lack cultivation methods; his mother had left him a treasure trove.
But that trove required vast resources to tap into.
This was Little Yellow’s dilemma.
His mother had been bedridden for years, her spirit stones long depleted, leaving him with nothing.
At this, Mo Fan smiled, “Is that all? Just fire spiritual energy?”
With a wave of his hand, a red spirit stone appeared in his palm.
The moment it appeared, the air around seemed to heat up instantly.
“This… a fire spirit stone?”
Little Yellow stared in shock at the stone in Mo Fan’s hand.
“Correct, and a mid-grade fire spirit stone at that!”
Mo Fan smirked, tossing the stone to him.
He had obtained this mid-grade fire spirit stone from the wolf demon brothers and had since replicated ten more!
He also found that replicating mid-grade spirit stones took far longer than low-grade ones.
But the spiritual energy in them far surpassed that of low-grade stones.
To him, this one mid-grade fire spirit stone was enough for Little Yellow to cultivate for quite a while.
“Take this stone and cultivate. When you’ve used it up, let me know.
By the way, do you have a method to absorb the spiritual energy from stones?”
“I do, thank you, Great King, for your gift!” Little Yellow said, overjoyed.
“Good, train hard. If you win this bet, I’ll grant you a great reward!”
Mo Fan smiled mysteriously, then dismissed Little Yellow.
Next, he summoned White Yao Yao, Big Head, and Er Ha, delegating Black Wind Mountain’s affairs before heading down to the peach forest to recruit the demon monkeys.
Shortly after Mo Fan left, two uninvited guests arrived at the foot of Black Wind Mountain.
“Such thick demonic aura!”
“Indeed, if you don’t uproot the grass, it grows back with the spring breeze!”
“Since I, Qin, am here, Black Wind Mountain shall be erased!”
