Chapter 131: A Bountiful Harvest, The King of Langlang Mountain!

“Ancestor!”
“You can’t abandon me!”

Seeing that the fox demon ancestor he had called upon as his last hope not only failed to protect him but magnanimously agreed to divide the vast wilderness mountains with that white wolf brat—half to him and half to the wolf—Yuan Zhang, the giant ape, heavily wounded and dazed as he was being lifted by the scruff of his neck, quickly regained his senses and cried out mournfully, “Ancestor!”
“Ancestor!”

“Enough of your clamor!”

Seeing Yuan Zhang shout out, the fox demon ancestor Hu Yue, already displeased by the ineptitude of Yuan Zhang and his two brothers and wary of the formidable power of the young wolf demon before him and the mighty sect behind him, decided to show his displeasure by retorting, “What utter rubbish!”

With a wave of his hand, the massive ape lifted by Lu Wufei’s towering form was silenced, only able to grunt and struggle desperately.

Lu Wufei, cold and calculating as he observed the scene, measured the remaining duration of his overwhelming technique and then said, “Ancestor, I still have some trivial matters to attend to in this vast wilderness mountain. I shall come to pay my respects three days from now.”

Having been informed beforehand by his disciple Hu Meinang that the young wolf had returned after thirty years and surely had some unfinished business, and considering that half the territory had already been conceded, Hu Yue found three more days negligible and, trusting that the little demon wouldn’t act rashly, replied, “Very well, three days it is. I shall await your arrival.”

Having said this, the fox demon ancestor Hu Yue turned and glared at two demon kings from the Firelight Cave behind him, scolding, “You two, what nonsense are you running about for?”

The two demon kings, caught unawares and unjustly reprimanded, dared not utter a word or show any disrespect; they bowed low and stood humbly aside.

After the rebuke, Hu Yue, now frosted over, swiftly departed northward with his disciple Hu Meinang, vanishing from sight.

The immense, abyssal presence that had blanketed the sky dissipated rapidly.

Seeing this, Lu Wufei breathed a sigh of relief.

The fox demon’s aura had been overwhelmingly powerful, far beyond the usual demon ancestor; avoiding a direct clash was naturally preferable.

Though only half of the vast wilderness mountain territory had been secured—less than he had initially hoped—he was satisfied with how smoothly things had unfolded.

Not only was the great demon king Yuan Zhang, who had once harmed him, now firmly in his grasp by the neck, but one of the other demon kings had been torn apart, and the third was safely confined within his spatial sleeve, their lives entirely at his mercy.

Such an outcome was something he could accept.

In all worldly affairs, perfection is elusive.

A slight imperfection often fosters endurance.

Peace of mind is more valuable than anything.

After the fox demon ancestor had intervened, negotiating and testing each other, Lu Wufei felt considerably more at ease.

If the fox demon had remained hidden throughout and silently watched as he annihilated the three demon kings of the vast wilderness mountain without interference, Lu Wufei would have suspected some sinister plot awaiting him.

Fortunately, this fox demon was experienced and wise.

He was wary of the power behind Lu Wufei’s sect; otherwise, today’s events would not have unfolded so smoothly.

Over the years, Lu Wufei had come to understand these demons better.

Though the reputation of his sect, Wuzhuang Temple of the Longevity Mountain, was low-key within the human cultivation world and the celestial palaces, its status was undisputed.

Yet among the wild demon tribes, few knew of Wuzhuang Temple or of his master, Zhenyuanzi.

One should not assume that demons raised in the harsh, brutal environment of survival of the fittest possess extensive knowledge.

Many demons, even after breaking through to become demon kings, knew little of the cultivation world, the human realm, or the celestial heavens.

Many large demons had never left their own continent or even fully traversed it in their lifetime, some wandering only within their territory and its surroundings in the wilderness, never having set foot in the human world.

This was partly because the world was perilous;

partly because many demons lacked the means or skills for rapid travel, making long-distance journeys exponentially more dangerous;

and partly because the realm was simply vast.

Consider Lu Wufei’s current land: even the wilderness corner at the southernmost part of the Western Ox Continent was boundless and immense.

Thus, it was not surprising that some great demons never ventured beyond this southern wilderness.

Limited travel meant limited experience and knowledge.

Given Wuzhuang Temple’s low profile, many demons had never even heard of it, let alone understood it.

Do not apply the rapid information dissemination of later generations to this world.

There is no comparison.

Recall how news spread in times when even television was unavailable—now imagine such a world.

In memory, when the Monkey King returned after twenty years of training, served as the stable master for fifteen years, was later appointed the Great Sage Equal to Heaven overseeing the Peach Garden, mingled widely in the celestial court for over a hundred years, and eventually journeyed west with the pilgrims, he passed through Longevity Mountain without knowing Wuzhuang Temple or Zhenyuanzi.

Such a great demon with such experiences was incomparable to ordinary demons.

Almost every episode of the Monkey King’s adventures would be legendary beyond the lifetime of most demons.

Yet even he did not know Zhenyuanzi.

How then could ordinary demons?

Therefore, encountering the fox demon ancestor who knew of his sect was fortunate for Lu Wufei.

He guessed that the fox demon’s concession today was out of respect for the sect behind him.

Otherwise, a fight would have been inevitable.

As for simply revealing his sect’s identity and scaring all demons into retreat?

Impossible!

Most demons were unaware even of the four great continents, let alone where the gates of Wuzhuang Temple stood.

All demon ancestors of such rank were proud and stubborn; none would easily retreat or abandon their protection, their territory, or their reputation just because someone revealed their sect.

Impossible.

Returning to the present, as the fox demon vanished, Lu Wufei, towering four hundred zhang tall, turned his massive white wolf head to look at two figures—a middle-aged man and a young man—standing nearby, his gaze indifferent: “And who might you two be?”

“What brings you to my vast wilderness mountain?”

Quickly assessing their cultivation levels and still vexed from the fox demon’s threat, Lu Wufei spoke bluntly, “Could it be that you two also wish to claim a share of this vast wilderness territory?”

His tone was cold and harsh as his immense aura surged, enveloping the surroundings.

If these two dared to provoke him, he would vent his displeasure from the fox demon ancestor on them and fight again.

At the harsh tone, the middle-aged demon in white robes, Steel Tooth, immediately reacted, startled, bowed, and hastily said, “Greetings, fellow cultivator. I am Steel Tooth, and this is my younger brother. We are the leaders of the adjacent Firelight Cave. We came to pay respects to the ancestor and to make your acquaintance.”

Beside him, a youth in black robes spoke next, “I am Claw. Greetings, fellow cultivator.”

“Firelight Cave leaders.”

Lu Wufei was well aware that the Firelight Cave’s territory neighbored the vast wilderness mountain, and it was these two who had joined forces with the three demon kings of the wilderness mountain thirty years ago to annihilate Fengyun Ridge.

“I see.”

Lu Wufei’s expression showed understanding, but his aura did not diminish; he said lightly, “However, I am currently indisposed and shall not entertain your visit.”

Hearing the polite dismissal, Steel Tooth immediately apologized, “We were presumptuous. Please forgive us.”

After a few more words of apology, Steel Tooth and Claw quickly departed westward, soon vanishing beyond the horizon.

Watching them leave, Lu Wufei once again lifted the giant ape Yuan Zhang, now mute and struggling desperately.

Lu Wufei said calmly, “When you harmed me, you should have foreseen this day.”

“You’ve delayed long enough; it’s time to send you on your way.”

With that, he grabbed one leg of the giant ape in each hand.

Hearing his words, Yuan Zhang’s face turned pale with fear and desperation; he struggled and shouted.

Lu Wufei’s eyes were cold and unyielding as he pulled the ape’s legs forcefully in opposite directions.

With a sickening snap, the enormous ape, over one hundred and fifty zhang tall, was brutally torn in two by the four-hundred-zhang-tall white wolf.

Blood sprayed everywhere, staining the sky and earth; the massive entrails spilled onto several mountain forests below.

Witnessing the death of Yuan Zhang, a late-stage demon king who had once been mighty in the vast wilderness mountain, so cruelly torn apart, the southern sky fell silent.

Within a cloud of moisture, two demons sat in silence.

“Even with that ancestor’s intervention, they couldn’t save the old ghost Yuan Zhang?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“You know what I mean. It’s said that Ancestor Hu’s power is unparalleled, second only to the Great Roc King in the northern Lion Camel Kingdom.”

“That white wolf is strong, but surely not a match for Ancestor Hu?”

“Perhaps the white wolf has something that makes Ancestor Hu wary.”

“That white wolf mentioned Yuan Zhang once tried to steal his immortal technique—could that be related?”

“Don’t know; it’s possible.”

“Or maybe they struck some deal. Either way, Yuan Zhang is finished.”

“The Firelight Cave brothers Steel Tooth just passed by.”

“We should go inquire later and find out.”

“That’s all we can do.”

“Let’s go; there’s nothing more to see. With Ancestor Hu gone, Steel Tooth and the others won’t dare act.”

“Heh, quite the revelation. Yuan Zhang and his brothers all killed off like that—I didn’t know we had such a white wolf neighbor. Not sure if that’s good or bad.”

“Don’t worry; we’re not interested in their shore territory. If he dares enter the water, we won’t fear him.”

“I have a cousin who is an official in the Western Sea. If that white wolf dares to bully us, he won’t get away with it.”

Soon, the cloud of moisture in the southern sky dissipated.

In the western high sky, beneath a black storm cloud, Steel Tooth and Claw stood side by side, looking down at the gruesome scene of Yuan Zhang—once their greatest rival and enemy—being torn apart by the sky-shattering white wolf.

Silence fell upon the two demon kings.

Though they had long disliked Yuan Zhang’s domineering ways, they had been neighbors for many years and had cooperated for thirty years against Fengyun Ridge.

Witnessing this, a feeling of shared tragedy welled up in their hearts.

“Didn’t expect Ancestor Hu to intervene, yet not only did he fail to save Yuan Zhang, he even agreed to split the vast wilderness mountain with that white wolf.”

“Hard to believe, isn’t it?”

“You know of the white wolf’s sect behind him?”

“I heard something—Longevity Mountain’s Wuzhuang Temple.”

Steel Tooth nodded, “I once visited the Lion Camel Kingdom and heard about Wuzhuang Temple of Longevity Mountain. It’s reputed to be the sect of a mighty immortal named Zhenyuan Daxian.”

“What kind of immortal is Zhenyuan Daxian?”

“Not sure exactly, but said to be very powerful.”

“The fox demon ancestor’s treatment of that white wolf must be related to the sect behind him.”

“Then this white wolf must be even harder to deal with.”

“Indeed.”

“I was hoping to gain some advantage, but instead, we face an opponent more formidable than Yuan Zhang.”

“Such is fate.”

“We’ll take it one step at a time.”

“If that white wolf comes with ill intent, even if we give up everything, we’ll call upon the ancestor to deal with him and teach him a lesson!”

“That’s the only way.”

“Brother, I’ll take charge of Firelight Cave from now on. At times like these, I’ll keep the juniors in line. I’m going north.”

“North? What’s the purpose of your trip, elder brother?”

“To learn more. I’ll explain when I return.”

“Very well. Firelight Cave is yours. As long as that white wolf doesn’t attack, there’ll be no issues.”

“If he dares, find the ancestor. He won’t ignore it.”

“I know. Go safely, elder brother.”

“Hmm.”

Not long after, the black clouds in the western sky dispersed.

Below, the vast wilderness stretched endlessly.

Lu Wufei, towering four hundred zhang tall, gazed at the bloodied, torn corpse of the giant ape.

With a thought, the enormous body vanished instantly.

Soon, the duration of his “Law of Heaven and Earth” technique reached its limit.

His colossal form rapidly shrank, returning to his three-meter-tall demigod physique.

He then transformed again, his figure becoming that of a silver-haired man in a green robe, though his complexion was noticeably paler than before.

The “Law of Heaven and Earth” technique was powerful but demanded an astonishing amount of spiritual energy.

Immediately, two strings of translucent purple fruits appeared in his hand.

He swallowed them whole, and his complexion visibly improved.

Lu Wufei then flew high into the air, looking down at the entrails of Yuan Zhang scattered across several mountain ranges.

Without a frown, he waved his hand and gathered all the entrails.

Though unpleasant, these were the vital essences of a late-stage demon king’s flesh and blood—valuable beyond words.

Unfortunately, much of the blood had already seeped into the forests below, nourishing the land.

After finishing, Lu Wufei swiftly returned to the battleground.

He found the shattered corpse of the other two demon kings of the vast wilderness mountain—the hundred-zhang-tall golden-eyed crow demon and the one hidden within his spatial sleeve—and collected them all.

Two demon king corpses, or rather three including the one in his spatial sleeve, represented the greatest spoils of this war.

The flesh and blood of human-immortal-demon king level beings were precious indeed.

Perfect for feasting and displaying prestige.

Eating them would also have significant effects.

His cultivation progress had slowed, so these were invaluable treasures.

Even materials like the golden-eyed crow demon’s feathers and sharp beak were excellent for forging powerful artifacts.

In short, such high-level demons were treasures unto themselves.

After tidying up, Lu Wufei noticed a white figure rapidly approaching from afar.

Seeing the disheveled White Yunxiao, Lu Wufei smiled, “Seeing that you’re unharmed, brother, I’m at ease.”

He then waved his hand once more, and nine hundred demons of Langlang Mountain appeared amidst the devastated forest, a dense, dark swarm.

The demons, just regaining consciousness, immediately saw their leader, General White Yunxiao, respectfully bowing toward the green-robed figure in midair and calling out, “Great King!”

The young demons were stunned but quickly echoed, “Great King!”
“Great King!”
“Great King!”

The mountain wind howled, stirring the green-robed figure, making him appear towering and majestic.

Fifty years of cultivation, enduring countless hardships and dangers, had finally crowned him king of Langlang Mountain.

(End of chapter)