The divine ability “Tiger’s Accomplice” was originally the innate talent of the White Tiger Saint King, Bai Xiao Su.
However, as Bai Xiao Su’s remnant soul departed, he passed this divine ability to Mo Fan through a secret technique, as a form of compensation.
In Mo Fan’s view, Bai Xiao Su owed him nothing.
On the contrary, this compensation felt more like an inheritance.
The inheritance of the White Tiger Saint King, Bai Xiao Su.
Thus, Mo Fan cherished it deeply.
This was his first time using the “Tiger’s Accomplice” divine ability, and the experience was remarkable, allowing him to truly grasp its immense power.
It could forcibly bind a departed soul, using the tiger rune to control it, turning it into an accomplice ghost.
These accomplice ghosts could unleash two-thirds of their peak strength from when they were alive.
For instance, the double-headed wolf demon, now bound by him, had been at the peak of the Demon General realm in life. As an accomplice ghost, though not as powerful, it still possessed the formidable strength of a mid-stage Demon General.
What delighted Mo Fan most wasn’t the retained strength of the accomplice ghosts, but their unique nature as soul entities.
According to the information in the White Tiger’s inheritance, soul entities were a form of energy body. Ordinary attacks had no effect on them; only extremely yang and forceful techniques, or those wielded by beings with powerful mental strength, could harm soul entities.
Otherwise, other creatures facing accomplice ghosts would be inherently suppressed due to their differing life forms.
In other words, as long as they didn’t encounter techniques specifically targeting soul entities, the strength unleashed by accomplice ghosts would be astonishing.
In some cases, they could even surpass their strength in life.
Having understood the benefits of this divine ability, Mo Fan didn’t linger. His wings flapped, and he swiftly returned to where the turtle demon lay.
The turtle demon was already dead, his vaunted shell unable to withstand the corrosion of the poison.
Mo Fan glanced at the shell, now riddled with holes, through which the interior was clearly visible.
If even the shell was corroded by the poison, the flesh within stood no chance.
Mo Fan waved his hand, recalling the poison from the shell, which reformed into the Life-Death Sword Pill and was stored away. He then used “Tiger’s Accomplice” again, quickly locating the turtle demon’s soul.
The demon soul’s lips were moving rapidly, as if cursing, but Mo Fan couldn’t hear a word. The soul’s condition was poor, growing increasingly transparent, as if it might vanish at any moment.
Seeing this, Mo Fan didn’t hesitate. He unleashed the power of the tiger rune, and a golden chain shot out, piercing the turtle demon’s soul and pulling it back into the accomplice ghost space.
Mo Fan named the new space in his mind the “accomplice ghost space.”
The space was small, only five cubic metres, limiting the number of accomplice ghosts it could hold.
Based on the space occupied by the two current ghosts, Mo Fan estimated it could hold six or seven more. If he pushed it, perhaps up to fifteen could fit.
He also noticed that once subdued, the accomplice ghosts would soon develop a golden “King” character rune on their brows, identical to the one on his own. In the inheritance, this was called the tiger rune.
With the tiger rune, he could control every aspect of the accomplice ghosts, including their life and death.
The only regret for Mo Fan was that accomplice ghosts couldn’t cultivate further, their strength forever fixed at their current level.
This was why he hadn’t used this divine ability earlier; the other demons’ cultivations were too weak, not worth occupying the limited accomplice ghost space.
The turtle demon was weaker than the double-headed wolf demon, only at the early Demon General stage, but Mo Fan valued not its cultivation, but its remarkable defensive ability.
Next, Mo Fan returned to the black dog demon’s corpse, but found no trace of its soul.
“It seems these soul entities can’t linger long in this world. Over time, they dissipate…”
Mo Fan murmured, grasping the key point.
However, there were exceptions. According to the White Tiger inheritance, some souls, after death, could cultivate to become extremely powerful.
Such cases were exceedingly rare. Apart from a few who possessed secret cultivation techniques to become ghost cultivators, most lost their sanity by frantically devouring spiritual entities and flesh, turning into malevolent ghost-like beings.
Clearly, the Demon Generals Mo Fan had just slain lacked the ability to seek out spiritual entities or flesh to consume in the short time available, to prolong their existence in this world.
Mo Fan didn’t waste the demons’ corpses. He selected two with higher cultivations and roasted them on the spot, creating a delicious barbecue meal.
This scene was soon noticed by the spies of Phoenix Cry Mountain, leaving them shocked.
They hadn’t witnessed Mo Fan’s battle with the Demon Generals, but they heard that the Lei Yu family had sent thirteen Demon Generals to deal with him. They never expected the fight to end so quickly.
The toad demon rose to fame in a single battle, with all thirteen Demon Generals slain.
This news rapidly spread throughout the entire Phoenix Cry Mountain demon territory.
Mo Fan, unaware of this, continued to traverse the land on foot, heading towards the Phoenix Cry Mountain marked on his map.
After walking two li, he stopped again, looking ahead.
There was the entrance to a canyon.
At the entrance stood a crooked-necked tree, on which sat a delicate-looking young girl, swinging her fair legs. In her arms, she held a massive black scythe.
The black scythe, over a zhang long, formed a stark contrast with the girl, who was barely a metre tall, creating a striking visual impact.
What caught Mo Fan’s attention most was that the girl was gnawing on a wolf’s head, blood dripping down her chin, staining her white dress and pooling on the ground.
Mo Fan glanced at the ground, spotting half a mangled corpse.
The corpse had human-like limbs but a beastly body. Though torn apart, it still emanated potent demonic energy.
This was a Demon General.
Mo Fan’s eyes narrowed as he looked back at the girl on the tree. He noticed her mouth full of sharp fangs, chewing with relish.
Perhaps sensing Mo Fan’s gaze, the girl casually tossed the mangled wolf head aside, looked at him, and said, “You’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you a long time.”
“I thought those guys would take you down, but you’re pretty impressive, making it this far. Does that mean you took them all out?”
“Are you from the Lei Yu family?” Mo Fan asked.
“I’m not, but the Second King of the Lei Yu family said if I bring you back, he’ll take me as his adopted daughter. Then I’ll have endless food!”
The girl winked at Mo Fan, pressed a hand lightly on the tree trunk, and nimbly stood up. She hoisted the massive scythe onto her shoulder and said, “So, are you coming with me?”
“To go with you and die?”
Mo Fan rolled his eyes, finding the female demon somewhat overly naive.
“Then you’ll just have to die!”
A trace of anger flashed across the girl’s calm face. Her body flickered and vanished from the tree trunk.
“So fast!”
Mo Fan’s pupils constricted as a shadow rushed towards him, the massive black scythe slashing down.
Clang!
His black feathers enveloped him, blocking the strike.
“Useless!”
Suddenly, the girl’s voice sounded by Mo Fan’s ear, sending chills down his spine. He was sent flying.
“These wings of yours are pretty impressive. I’ve struck them twice with my death scythe, and they’re still intact. Can you give them to me?”
The girl’s voice rang out again by Mo Fan’s ear, followed by another slash.
“If you don’t speak, I’ll take that as a yes!”
“I’m coming for your wings!”
