To avoid unnecessary trouble, Mo Fan used the name of the Fire Phoenix Saint King to intimidate the Pingshan Demon King, but he knew such a small trick carried great risk if he hoped to truly deceive a Demon King.
Thus, he left immediately.
As expected, shortly after departing, White-Clad noticed something amiss and mentally transmitted to Mo Fan, “Master, there’s a tail following us.”
“Someone from the Pingshan Demon King’s ranks?”
Mo Fan frowned, then gave a cold smile. A tiger pattern appeared on his brow, and a wisp of ghostly mist emerged.
“Lang Lang pays respects to Master!”
A low voice came from the mist, which then formed into a figure.
This ghost was the double-headed wolf demon!
Lang Lang was its original name.
“There’s a little tail following us. I need to know what it’s up to,” Mo Fan said.
“I’ll handle it at once!”
Lang Lang nodded, transforming back into a cloud of ghostly mist and flying backward, quickly locking onto the tiny demon hiding in the shadows.
“Damn, I’ve been spotted!”
The tiny demon’s heart raced, turning to flee.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
Lang Lang’s cold laugh echoed from the mist. A spectral hand emerged, enveloping the tiny demon.
Soon, the mist vanished, and the fingernail-sized demon flew to Mo Fan’s group, saying, “Master, I’ve read this little thing’s memories.”
“This demon is called Flying Silk, originally a moth. Its small size and speed make it adept at stealth and tracking.
“It’s following us on the Pingshan Demon King’s orders to uncover our background,” Lang Lang reported.
“I see!”
Mo Fan nodded. He hadn’t noticed Flying Silk earlier and turned to White-Clad, curious. “How did you spot it?”
“Master, we ghosts are highly sensitive to living beings’ vitality.”
White-Clad smiled. “Though Flying Silk is small, its vitality is strong, likely at the demon general level. To me, it’s like a candle in the dark, easily sensed.”
Mo Fan nodded, understanding.
“Master, what should we do with this demon?” Lang Lang asked.
“Let it go!”
“It’s just a demon general. Killing it is minor, but if we act, we’ll truly offend the Pingshan Demon King. If things escalate, we’ll be in danger.
“After all, this place is crawling with Wangyue Valley demons!”
Mo Fan spoke helplessly, adding, “After this scare, this Flying Silk should know our strength. When it reports back to the Pingshan Demon King, he’ll think twice and won’t act against us.”
Lang Lang nodded, drifting out of Flying Silk’s body, reforming as a wisp of ghostly mist beside Mo Fan.
Freed from Lang Lang’s control, Flying Silk jolted awake, immediately pleading, “Demon King, spare my life! Spare my life!!”
“Your life is worthless!”
Mo Fan snorted coldly. “Go back and tell the Pingshan Demon King, if he dares try this again, I’ll visit him personally and report this to the Fire Phoenix Saint King!”
“Get lost! Don’t let me catch you tailing me again, or I won’t spare you!”
“Yes, yes, I’m going…”
Flying Silk, as if granted amnesty, vanished into the distance as a blur.
“Let’s go!”
After dealing with Flying Silk, Mo Fan led the demons onward.
“Great King, where to next?” Black-Clad asked.
“To the Song Kingdom’s capital!” Mo Fan replied without hesitation.
After the events in Dongling City, Mo Fan understood that ordinary cities couldn’t possibly withstand Wangyue Valley’s demons.
Once a city fell, its people faced only death!
Rather than aimlessly searching for so-called great Confucians, he might as well head to the Song Kingdom’s capital, where he might find unexpected gains.
The capital was often where a kingdom’s dragon vein fortune converged, making it the hardest city to conquer.
Since the emperor typically resided there, the capital’s defenses were substantial.
As Gu Qingshan had said, if any place in the Song Kingdom was safe, it would be the capital.
In such chaotic times, the capital naturally became the last bastion for scholars.
The Song Kingdom was vast, larger than the Demon Spirit Mountain Range.
It took Mo Fan a full day to reach the so-called capital.
Along the way, he remained silent, witnessing scenes of bloodshed and starvation, a veritable hell.
“The demon race has been oppressed for too long. Now, finally unleashed, they’ve fully embraced their beastly nature, no different from wild animals. No wonder human cultivators hold such deep prejudices against us!” White-Clad sighed, seeing the scenes below.
Mo Fan said nothing, unsure of what to say.
In the face of racial conflict, words seemed powerless, and distinguishing right from wrong was impossible.
“We’re here. Let’s go down and take a look!”
Soon, Mo Fan spoke, standing atop a cloud, gazing at the massive city below with a bitter smile.
What he saw was practically a ruined, empty city!
Though it appeared empty, Mo Fan believed there were still survivors. He led the demons down.
“Who’s there?!”
As they descended from the clouds toward the city, several figures shot up, surrounding Mo Fan’s group.
“Blind fools, you don’t even recognize this king?!”
Mo Fan roared, then declared proudly, “I am Lai Bao, King of Black Wind Mountain. You demon generals dare surround me?!”
Demon King?!
The demon generals’ faces changed upon hearing Mo Fan was a Demon King.
“Black Wind Mountain’s Lai Bao… have any of you heard of this Demon King?”
One demon general frowned, turning to his companions.
But after exchanging glances, they all shook their heads, unfamiliar with this Demon King’s name.
“Make way for this king!”
Mo Fan gave them no time to think, shouting again.
Seeing Mo Fan’s commanding presence, which didn’t seem feigned, and the strong auras of his companions, the demon generals dared not obstruct further, saluting respectfully. “We pay respects to Demon King Lai Bao!”
“I’ve just arrived in this capital. Who’ll tell me about the situation here?”
Mo Fan seized the moment to extract information from the demon generals.
Soon, he gained a rough understanding of the capital’s state and, accompanied by the demon generals, reached the palace gates.
Looking up, Mo Fan saw a corpse in a dragon robe hanging above the gate.
Though disheveled and bloodied, obscuring its face, the robe alone revealed its identity.
The Song Kingdom’s emperor!
