Chapter 72: The Winner Takes All-Leveling Up My Cultivation on Stray Mountain(The Cat Dreaming in the Deep Sea)

Unlike the blizzards and howling winds of their journey, the weather atop Wild Desolation Mountain was clear and the sunlight warm.

"Hey, are we just going to sit here forever?"

"What's so bad about sitting here..."

"I can't hold it much longer..."

"Then go ask the boss..."

"No way..."

"How much longer do we have to wait here? Can't we just go back and wait on our own mountain?"

"Ask the boss..."

"No way..."

"Oh no, I really need to go..."

"Go ask the boss, now..."

"No, I'll hold it in..."

Behind Lu Fei, ten little demons lounged, squatted, or sat sprawled on the ground, whispering and chatting among themselves.

And it wasn't just his group; all the other lesser demons under the nine demon leaders were the same, as were the monsters from Serpent Coil Mountain, who lounged about in a disorderly fashion, none of them sitting, standing, or lying properly.

After all, anyone forced to wait in place for an hour or two would grow restless and impatient—monsters even more so.

"Big Brother..."

At that moment, the crow demon sitting behind him suddenly spoke up. "It's almost afternoon. How much longer do we have to wait?"

As soon as the crow demon spoke, all the little demons nearby looked at him with admiration. The toad demon, Golden Flower, even gazed at him with shining eyes.

Lu Fei turned and swept his gaze over all the little demons, finally fixing his eyes on the crow demon. He replied casually, "Just wait."

Surrounded by the adoring gazes of the little demons, and especially encouraged by the cat demon Third Sister’s look, the crow demon felt his bones turn light with pride.

But when he saw the burning, fervent gaze of the toad demon Golden Flower, panic set in and he pretended not to notice.

"Crow brother, ask again, I really can't hold it..."

"Yeah, I need to go too..."

"Crow brother..."

The little demons clustered around, whispering urgently.

Wanting to maintain his image among the others, the crow demon looked at the boss, took a deep breath, and summoned his courage to ask in a low voice, "Big Brother, how much longer do we have to wait? We really can't hold it anymore..."

But before he finished, Lu Fei suddenly turned around with a fierce expression. The crow demon jumped in fright; the others turned pale, and a few who could no longer contain themselves lost all control at once, making embarrassing noises.

Like a row of dominoes, several more followed, the sounds erupting like a dam breaking, and a foul stench quickly spread.

"Ugh... I'm going to be sick..."

"Disgusting! Who’s the idiot that just went right here?"

"Stinks! Awful!"

"My eyes! Ugh..."

"Not just one idiot—there's several! Ugh..."

The stench filled the air as the little demons scattered in panic.

Even Lu Fei himself couldn't stand the odor and quickly stepped back.

They had flown from Wandering Mountain for over three hours, then waited on the Broken Peak Terrace for another hour or two without moving. For little demons, not eating or drinking so long was nothing, but that didn't mean they didn't need to relieve themselves. After holding it for four or five hours—eight or nine, really—most couldn't bear it, especially those with huge appetites.

So, once Lu Fei's little demons lost control, the others seized the opportunity as well. Most wore only grass skirts or animal hides, making it all too easy.

In no time, the whole Broken Peak Terrace was overwhelmed with the reek of waste. The little demons fled in embarrassment, leaving the Black General and Wolf Leader mortified and furious.

The other demon leaders each wore different expressions.

As for Lu Fei, standing among the demon leaders, he felt a bit uneasy, worried that the Black General would come looking for him. After all, this disgraceful scene started with his underlings, frightened by him into losing control.

The commotion from Lu Fei's group was so great that the monsters from Serpent Coil Mountain nearby were left dumbfounded. Some of their own, nearly at their limit, wanted to follow suit, but Lady Hua the serpent demon reacted instantly, sharply warning that anyone who relieved themselves on the spot would have their vital parts cut off.

So those who had nearly lost control forced themselves to hold it in again.

Just then, a noisy uproar sounded from afar on the Broken Peak Terrace.

Lu Fei and the others turned to look and saw a vast horde of demons—far more than the combined numbers from Wandering Mountain and Serpent Coil Mountain—swarming onto the field.

Meanwhile, to the west of Broken Peak Terrace, atop a towering, cloud-piercing mountain, in a grand, ancient palace, eight powerful demon auras clashed in the main hall.

"Old Ghost Yuan, your brother stole my third brother’s beloved, bringing him untold shame," a short elder seated in the center of five long guest benches said coldly, staring at the main seat where a thin old man in a dark robe sat. "He even took away my third brother’s only daughter. This is bullying of the worst kind, far too overbearing."

"If you don't give my brother an answer and return my niece, today my five brothers will not rest until this is settled!"

"Utter nonsense!" Unable to endure the distortions any longer, Whiteface, the Third King of Wild Desolation Mountain, retorted furiously, "Meiji was with me first! She only ended up with your third brother because he forced her while she was visiting her family, and because she was pregnant with my child, she had no choice but to submit, fearing for her unborn child. Now, with Meiji still missing, I have learned the truth—the child is mine. If you want to take my daughter from Wild Desolation Mountain, you’ll have to do it over my dead body!"

Before Whiteface could finish, his eldest brother, Yuan Zhang, interrupted him. "Enough with the indecent talk in broad daylight."

Then Yuan Zhang looked over at the short elder, speaking slowly, "Brother Devour Tiger, arguing like this will get us nowhere. Rather than letting this dispute sour relations between Wild Desolation Mountain and Wind and Cloud Ridge, why not let the Ancestor decide?"

Devour Tiger, the short demon king, immediately chuckled. "I thought you’d suggest that, but these days Ancestor Bai has no time for our petty squabbles."

"How about this," Devour Tiger continued, feigning difficulty. "I know you care for your third brother’s daughter, but my third brother also misses his child. Why not let the two of them fight it out? Neither you nor I nor any of our brothers interfere. Let them and their respective underlings battle it out. The stakes: custody of the child, a vow never again to harass the child’s mother, and finally, the northern mountains we’ve fought over for more than five hundred years."

Devour Tiger stared at Yuan Zhang. "Old Ghost Yuan, do you dare to make this wager?"

Yuan Zhang leaned back, looking at Devour Tiger for a long moment, then at the four demon kings of Wind and Cloud Ridge, and finally at his own third brother.

He shook his head. "I refuse."

"What did you say?" The four demon kings of Wind and Cloud Ridge leapt up in fury, their demonic energy threatening to tear the hall apart.

"Hold on," Devour Tiger said calmly. "If you have a proposal, say it."

"The stakes are too low. Let's raise them," Yuan Zhang replied, a smile playing on his lips. He stroked his well-kept beard and licked his lips. "I’ll wager the Exquisite Wish Pouch; you put up your battered Golden Spear. Agreed?"

At this, his brothers cried out in alarm.

"Big Brother!"

But Devour Tiger silenced them with a gesture. Now it was his turn to hesitate, eyeing Yuan Zhang and his brothers carefully.

After a long pause, Devour Tiger’s gaze fixed on Yuan Zhang. "I accept your wager!"

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