In the eyes of the Ghost Demon King and the Black Water Demon King, although Mo Fan ultimately failed to become the Holy Son, he indeed gained considerable benefits.
First, he earned the recognition of all the great demons of White Sacred Mountain through his own strength. Second, he obtained the friendship of demon ancestors such as Mo Luo and Zi Lan from White Sacred Mountain. Moreover, he had shown great kindness to the saintess Yun Rou.
To some extent, although Mo Fan gave up the position of Holy Son, what he actually received might not be less than what a Holy Son would have gained.
Of course, for the time being, Mo Fan had subdued the Armoured Demon King, which was a tangible benefit.
The terrifying defence of the Armoured Demon King had been witnessed by both demons. Even they had no confidence in breaking through its defence. Having such a great demon follow him was undoubtedly a “sea-stabilising needle” for Black Wind Mountain.
In the future, anyone who came to cause trouble for Black Wind Mountain would first have to pass the barrier of the Armoured Demon King.
If they could not even break the defence of any random demon king from Black Wind Mountain, what face would they have to cause trouble there?
In fact, Mo Fan’s gains went far beyond this.
What truly excited him was the benefit obtained after devouring the black flame.
The emergence of the feedback power made Mo Fan inexplicably thrilled, yet under the watchful eyes of everyone, he still suppressed his excitement until the Holy Son competition completely ended and the surrounding great demons departed one after another.
At that moment, Yun Rou, dressed in a red gown, flew over and looked at Mo Fan with a complicated expression.
“If it is thanks, there is no need to say more, because this position originally belongs to you.”
Mo Fan smiled slightly at Yun Rou, thinking she had come to express gratitude, and then joked, “If you really want to thank me, let me see your true appearance.”
“We have met several times, yet I have never seen how you look.”
Yun Rou was slightly startled and said, “Long ago, I swore that my veil would only be lifted by my husband.”
“So, do you really want to see my appearance beneath the veil?”
Yun Rou’s gaze flickered as she stared quietly at Mo Fan.
“Uh… can I not take responsibility?” Mo Fan blinked at her.
“You…!”
Yun Rou immediately became furious, unable to stop herself from lightly biting her teeth. Her towering chest rose and fell incessantly. It took a good while before she gradually calmed down.
“Mo Fan, since you have already won the Holy Son selection, why did you give the position to me?”
“Is it because you feel I, Yun Rou, am not worthy of you?”
Yun Rou stared fixedly at Mo Fan. This sentence was asked through sound transmission.
Hearing this, Mo Fan immediately smiled bitterly and quickly waved his hand. “I absolutely did not mean that. Since you have investigated me, you should know that I have always yearned for freedom and cannot bear the slightest restraint.
Although the Holy Son of your White Sacred Mountain is prestigious, it may not offer the same freedom I have on Black Wind Mountain.
Moreover, as I said earlier, since you are the daughter of the senior White Tiger Holy King, this position rightfully belongs to you.”
Hearing Mo Fan’s explanation, Yun Rou’s gaze softened considerably, though soon a sly glint flashed across it. “Do you truly not want to see my appearance beneath the veil?”
“Ahem… compared to that, I hope you can now find me a sufficiently quiet place. I need to do something.”
Faced with Yun Rou’s almost undisguised question, Mo Fan coughed dryly twice to cover his inner fluster.
In truth, he himself was unclear about his feelings towards Yun Rou.
From a male perspective, Yun Rou was beautiful enough and powerful enough. Now she was even the saintess of White Sacred Mountain. Naturally, Mo Fan could not avoid feeling a sense of conquest towards her.
But that was merely an impulse from physical instinct. To say he had deep feelings for Yun Rou would certainly be nonsense.
However, Mo Fan understood even more clearly that, given Yun Rou’s background, if he were to get involved, he would likely find it hard to extricate himself. Otherwise, he might one day be chased and killed by a group of demon ancestors.
Therefore, without absolute certainty about his own feelings, Mo Fan did not wish to provoke any female demon spirit.
Although he had now become a demon king, the time he had spent in this world was still too short. In his thinking, he still could not quite keep up with the uninhibited and unrestrained nature of the demon clan.
Sure enough, his words immediately interrupted Yun Rou’s coy demeanour. She quickly understood and said with some surprise, “Are you going to fuse the Ghost Controlling Divine Ability?”
“Something like that.”
Mo Fan nodded with a smile.
Hearing this, Yun Rou immediately nodded at him and said, “Follow me.”
Mo Fan nodded and followed Yun Rou with the two great demons at his side, along with the Armoured Demon King who wore a depressed expression.
In the distance, Mo Luo and the other demon ancestors saw this but did not say much. By comparison, White Sacred Mountain currently had many messes that needed handling.
Thus, soon, under Mo Luo’s series of commands, a quiet purge operation unfolded within White Sacred Mountain.
Mo Fan naturally knew nothing of this, but even if he had, he would not have commented, as this was an internal matter of White Sacred Mountain.
Since ancient times, when two powers contend, one must lose. The loser would naturally be purged, and all those who backed the wrong side would be uprooted.
As Princess Qinglian, Yun Rou was very familiar with the terrain of White Sacred Mountain. Before long, she led Mo Fan and the others to an area of thick fog.
Looking at the empty land, a trace of doubt flashed in Mo Fan’s eyes. His divine sense instantly spread out, and sure enough, he detected something unusual not far ahead.
Within that thick fog, there was actually a formation.
“It is actually here…”
Behind Mo Fan, a look of surprise appeared on the Armoured Demon King’s face. Clearly, he knew this place.
Yun Rou said nothing more. She directly formed seals with her hands and soon activated the formation.
Buzz.
With a tremor in the void, the fog ahead churned and gradually dispersed.
As the fog cleared, a massive mountain gradually appeared before the demons.
Mo Fan looked at the mountain ahead, a trace of shock in his eyes, because this mountain was truly enormous. It was much larger than his Black Wind Mountain and could almost rival the White Feather Mountain of the demon ancestor Bai Lu.
He looked upwards, only to find that the mountain was so tall that he could not see the peak at a glance. The summit pierced straight into the clouds.
“This mountain is called Lotus Peak. It was a birthday gift from my adoptive father. In the past, I cultivated here, but after leaving White Sacred Mountain, I rarely returned.”
Yun Rou spoke, looking at Lotus Peak ahead. A trace of sadness appeared in her eyes, though it quickly vanished without trace.
“Come, let us go to my Qinglian Palace.”
With that, Yun Rou flew directly towards the upper part of Lotus Peak. Mo Fan and the other demons naturally followed.
When Mo Fan flew into the clouds, he finally saw the summit of Lotus Peak and was deeply shocked.
Amidst the vast sea of clouds stood a cluster of resplendent golden palaces. There were also many treasure trees emitting a soft glow. The fruits on them had ripened, and their fragrance remained fresh and discernible even from several miles away.
Not only were there treasure trees, but many rare and precious beasts shuttled and rested among the woods.
Further away, there was even a bamboo grove where many white cranes perched. At the same time, the sound of flowing water came from afar. Mo Fan extended his divine sense and discovered a stream winding through, eventually forming a massive waterfall that cascaded down.
How could this be a demon monster mountain?
It was simply the dwelling place of immortals from legends.
Mo Fan realised that, compared to this place, his Black Wind Mountain was merely a remote and impoverished land. There was no comparison at all.
“This is Qinglian Palace. Everyone may do as you wish. I will not disturb you further.”
Yun Rou spoke, then transmitted to Mo Fan, “Follow me.”
Mo Fan nodded and immediately flew with Yun Rou towards the palace cluster.
“This kid really has great fortune in love.”
The Ghost Demon King clicked his tongue, then saw the Armoured Demon King about to follow. He immediately flashed in front and blocked him. “What are you doing, kid?”
“I am tired from the earlier fight. I am going to rest in Qinglian Palace.” The Armoured Demon King frowned.
“Go rest somewhere else.”
“Have you not seen that your master is about to enjoy great luck?”
“Exactly. Your cultivation is not weak either. Why are you so clueless about social graces?”
The old Black Water Demon also flew over, looking at the Armoured Demon King with disdain before asking, “Have you never been in love?”
“Why bother with that stuff?”
The Armoured Demon King looked puzzled and countered, “Is that not a game that only humans like to play?”
“If we demon kings have needs, we can casually capture some female demon spirits to serve as concubines and comfort ourselves. Why go to all that trouble?”
“…”
The two great demons were speechless and finally said in unison, “Vulgar.”
