To Mo Fan’s surprise, that one-eyed fellow personally participated, and that wolf demon impressively held on until the third-to-last place before collapsing.
This caused quite a few nearby demon minions to laugh mockingly.
Mo Fan didn’t join in the ridicule. Though he wasn’t fond of One-Eye, it wasn’t wise to make enemies now.
In his view, with Scorpion Demon dead, he had almost no enemies left in Black Wind Mountain. Poison Fang might count, but for now, they weren’t likely to trouble a minor demon like him, and he had no intention of stirring up trouble either.
Low-key growth was the priority!
When the competition ended, Mo Fan had Old Three and Old Six drag the exhausted Old Eight back.
This time, the demon who drew the lot was Spider Demon Old Eight.
Though Old Eight lost, he was thrilled, as he was about to receive a jug of spirit wine.
Mo Fan didn’t say much, simply handing a jug of Monkey Wine to Old Eight. He then looked at the other minor demons, smiling, “Though I’ve taken Scorpion Demon’s place, I’m not like that stingy Scorpion Demon. As long as I have meat to eat, you’ll at least get some soup!”
“From now on, for every Sunfire Competition, I’ll offer spirit wine or something of equal value as a reward to encourage everyone to participate actively!”
“Boss is awesome!!”
“Boss is awesome!!”
“…”
The minor demons erupted in excitement, shouting words that made Mo Fan’s face twitch.
If he didn’t know that “awesome” in these demons’ mouths wasn’t derogatory, he’d probably have swallowed them all in one gulp.
Though this Sunfire Competition didn’t earn Mo Fan any rewards and even cost him two jugs of Monkey Wine, he was quite pleased.
His actions had significantly boosted his image among these minor demons, earning their trust.
To Mo Fan, that was enough!
He considered himself an ambitious demon. With ambition, he needed a loyal crew, and now he was starting to build one.
“Kids, quiet down!!”
As the demons of Flat Peak prepared to return to their caves, Black Wind Demon King spoke, his voice echoing across the entire peak.
All the demons turned to look at the Demon King atop the peak, Mo Fan included.
“Tomorrow night is the full moon. I hope all my Black Wind Mountain kids will diligently cultivate. If any new minor demons don’t understand cultivation, you can ask your demon captain.
If any captain dares to teach poorly, you minor demons can come straight to me, and I’ll make things right for you!”
The Demon King’s words surprised Mo Fan. It was the first time he’d heard such protective words for minor demons from the Demon King, which felt almost unbelievable.
In Mo Fan’s mind, Black Wind Mountain’s demons were mostly self-serving. Forget the Demon King and generals—captains exploited minor demons for their own gain, making their lives miserable.
Take Scorpion Demon, for example. He not only demanded regular offerings of low-grade spirit herbs from his minions but also ruthlessly extracted poison from demons like Mo Fan, who carried toxins naturally, caring little for their lives.
In the past half-month, Mo Fan had learned plenty from Spider Demon Old Eight and the others about Scorpion Demon’s past misdeeds.
It turned out Mo Fan wasn’t the only one Scorpion Demon had extracted poison from. Over the past decade, there were several others, but Mo Fan was the only one who survived.
Those demons were all poisonous creatures like Mo Fan, born with toxins. After becoming demons, their poison was far stronger, which was why Scorpion Demon targeted them.
Without exception, those demons were named close attendants by Scorpion Demon and given numbered aliases, but they all died, leaving gaps in the numbering. That explained the gaps between Old Three, Old Six, and Old Eight.
When Mo Fan asked, he learned the three weren’t poison demons, just strong individuals Scorpion Demon valued, promoted to close attendants to handle tasks, including capturing runaway “poison demons.”
So, Mo Fan never thought Black Wind Mountain’s demons were benevolent—they were all selfish.
Yet now, the Black Wind Demon King was saying something beneficial to minor demons, which baffled him.
“The Great King’s bringing up that rule again… Is it that time already…?”
Deer Greedy muttered nearby, his expression somewhat grave.
Mo Fan, surprised, glanced over and saw Crane Fly-Fly with a similarly serious look, while Ox Demon Mighty behind them was visibly tense, trembling unconsciously.
Did these guys know something?
As Mo Fan pondered, the Black Wind Demon King spoke again from the peak, “I’ve noticed we’ve got many new minor demons in Black Wind Mountain, so you probably don’t know some things. Let me explain briefly.
In six months, our Black Wind Mountain will face off against two nearby smaller mountains. All captains and minor demons will participate!”
The Demon King paused, and a commotion erupted among the demons on Flat Peak. Then he continued, “This battle will be very dangerous. Some of you will likely perish. But… if you survive, I won’t skimp on rewards—spirit herbs, pills, treasures, status, you name it!”
At this, the minor demons on Flat Peak erupted again. For these bottom-tier demons, this was a huge opportunity!
If they cultivated quietly, breakthroughs were tough. Besides training, they had to offer up resources.
Take the minor demons Mo Fan knew as examples.
Sparrow Demon Chirp had trained in Black Wind Mountain for years but hadn’t reached captain level.
Rabbit Demon Red-Eye, after over a decade, was the same.
Ox Demon Mighty, after thirty years, was still a minor demon.
It was clear how hard breakthroughs were for minor demons. Not every demon was as lucky as Mo Fan.
Now, with this opportunity, despite the risk of death, the demons were thrilled.
After all, demons weren’t humans. They carried an innate wildness, tinged with bloodlust!
After a few rousing words, the Black Wind Demon King waved his hand, and a surge of demon energy carried him and a group of alluring demon maidens into the sky.
The three demon generals dispersed, leaving the demons on Flat Peak buzzing.
“Brother Deer, you seem familiar with this so-called battle?”
Mo Fan looked at Deer Greedy and Crane Fly-Fly, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
“Battle, huh… Heh! Time flies, it’s time to fight for our lives again!”
Deer Greedy gave a bitter smile, his face not looking great.
Fight for their lives?
Mo Fan’s expression shifted, a bad feeling rising. He asked, “What do you mean, Brother Deer?”
Deer Greedy glanced at the varied expressions of the demons on Flat Peak, then said to Mo Fan, “This is a big deal. Let’s leave Flat Peak first.”
“Good, I was just about to invite you two captains.”
A thoughtful look crossed Mo Fan’s eyes. He nodded, “Let’s go to my cave!”
