It was normal for spirit beasts to eat all kinds of spirit plants to improve their cultivation. Therefore, spirit beasts would usually appear around rare spirit plants. Frequent conflicts with human cultivators were common. But this was the Southern Land, and no cultivators came here. In addition, the demon race did not have pill cultivators, so they were not interested in most spirit plants.
Outside of the Southern Land, this situation could be said to be cooperation. However, the Southern Land had the spirit river, and cultivators could not enter at all.
Why would they believe this kind of obvious trap at a glance? Hello?
Wait a minute, it seems like only at the eleventh level can the beast race transform and gain intelligence, and they can control tens of thousands of beasts. Before that, they have to rely on their instincts to cultivate. Compared to the Demon Race that gained intelligence at the first level, they were indeed not enough. It was simply a crushing defeat in terms of intelligence.
Lonemoon sighed. He could not be bothered to expose the facade of peace between the demon and beast clans. "Forget it, the previous Demon King is already dead. I called you here only to tell you that it's time to choose a new Demon King."
The Beast Kings looked at each other for a while before cupping their fists. "Please guide us, Great Immortal."
"I think …" Lonemoon pointed to the side with his fan. "This rabbit is not bad."
"…"
Huh?
The rabbit, who had been shaking like a leaf in the wind, stiffened. Only then did it raise its head, its red eyes blinking. "… Me?"
"That's right." Lonemoon stood up immediately. "From today onwards, you are the new Demon King. Perform well!"
"Burp ~ ~" The rabbit was so frightened that it burped. It couldn't control its spiritual qi for a moment, and with a puff, it transformed back into its original form. The palm-sized figure instantly transformed into a giant rabbit that was as tall as a human. "I … burp ~ I'll be … a demon king? Burp ~ "
Rabbit thought that his ears were too long and he had misheard. When he was chased out of the rabbit's nest, he thought that he was dead meat. It was filled with despair when it found out that it was going to meet the Great Immortal who annihilated tens of thousands of the Demon Race's army. As a rabbit demon at the bottom of the demon world, it lived in fear every day, afraid that it would be swallowed by other races one day. Although it had already cultivated to the seventh level, which was considered a rare cultivation among rabbit demons, it was only an intermediate cultivation to other races. At most, he could run faster when he was running for his life.
And what did it hear now? Great Immortal actually wanted it to be a Demon … Demon … Demon King! The kind that could control tens of thousands of demons? Was it dreaming? But in the past, he only dreamed of a few carrots at most. When did he dream of these things?
"What? You don't want to be a Demon King? "Lonemoon asked. They were all rabbits, so why did this one have no style at all?
"No … No! Burp ~ "The rabbit shook its head. Yes, of course it wanted to! That was a Demon King. It took a deep breath and suppressed the fear in its heart before answering, "Great Immortal, I'm only at the seventh … seventh stage, I'm afraid I can't convince the masses."
"Don't worry about that. If I say you can do it, then you can do it!" Cultivation was something that could be achieved through practice.
"But … But …" Rabbit looked like he was about to cry. He sniffled and gritted his teeth. "Thank you, Great Immortal, for your kindness, but Rabbit's aptitude is limited. I haven't broken through the eighth stage in hundreds of years, and I don't have much lifespan left … I'm afraid I'll fail Great Immortal."
Lonemoon paused and exchanged a look with Chef beside him. They didn't think of this. They only wanted to bring up a vegetarian to clean up the cannibalism in the Demon Realm and pull back the demons who went astray. That was why they chose the rabbit with the highest cultivation.
"How much lifespan do you have left?" Yi Qing went forward and asked.
"Great Immortal, five … fifty years!" Rabbit lowered its big head.
"That's enough!" Yi Qing suddenly took out a large sack from his storage bag and brought it to the rabbit's side. He opened the sack and poured out a bunch of glass beads of various colors. They piled up on the ground and almost buried the rabbit. The light from the beads lit up the dark sky, making it a colorful scene.
This was an … an inner core!
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"With these, it should be enough for you to break through, right?" They were all saved up from hunting small animals in the past.
Rabbit: "…"
Beast King: "…"
Lonemoon: "…"
A while later …
"Alright, Great Immortal. No problem, Great Immortal! I'll definitely work hard to cultivate and become a qualified Demon King. From now on, I'll be Great Immortal's rabbit in life and Great Immortal's dead rabbit in death! "
Yi Qing: "…"
Lonemoon: "…"
Alright, he finally had some of that rabbit's style in the past, in terms of bootlicking.
— — —
With the strong support of the three Beast Kings, Rabbit successfully became a Demon King. He didn't know if rabbit demons were born with the racial talent of being 'sensible', but the first thing he did was to invite them back to the Demon King Palace. He originally wanted to place them in the biggest palace, but Chef rejected it. They first had a kitchen and the biggest back palace.
Lonemoon didn't interfere with the rebuilding of the demon race. His only request was that they weren't allowed to eat humans anymore, and even more not to attack mortals. Cultivators were different. As a good vegetarian rabbit, Rabbit agreed without hesitation.
With those Demon Cores, Rabbit's cultivation began to rise at a rapid pace. That day, Yi Qing gave him a pile of demon cores, but he still didn't accept them directly. Perhaps he knew that he, a seventh-level rabbit demon, couldn't guard so many inner cores, so he would only come to the back palace every few days to ask for one or two. He pretended to ask for advice on his cultivation while pretending to be familiar with them. It could be said that he was well-intentioned and very sensible.
After being unconscious for a day and night, Fatty finally woke up, the kind that woke up because he was hungry! He thought that he could at least get a few bowls of white rice, but before it was served, the white rice in front of him was taken away by Father Niu.
"Mas … Master?" Fatty couldn't believe his eyes.
"From today onwards, you officially start fasting."
"Huh? Fasting? Wh … Why? "
"Why?" Lonemoon's expression turned cold, and he scanned him up and down. "You tell me why? Touch the fat on your body, and ask me again why? "
Fatty: "…"
"Say, you're a Nascent Soul cultivator after all. Have you ever seen a cultivator as fat as you? "That's right, the colt of animals! "Your image is simply dragging down the standard of the cultivation world's attractiveness. You're not allowed to eat anymore, fasting for me! Lose weight! "
Lonemoon made the final decision, and officially announced that Fatty had entered food-saving mode.
"…" Fatty felt bitter! He looked weakly at the pair of master and disciple opposite him who were eating and watching the show. Clearly, none of them had fasted, it was their first time being human, why was there such a big difference?
Suddenly, he felt even more hungry, and let out a series of echoes of begging for food.
"Fatty, bear with it and it'll be over soon." Shen Ying couldn't bear to comfort him. "Why don't … you eat a fruit first?" With that said, she handed him a green fruit.
"Miss Shen …" Fatty looked at her with a touched expression. "I know too, Master is doing this for my own good. Cultivators should indeed abstain from food. I've long planned to do so. "
"Er …" No, he just felt that five bowls of white rice for a meal was a little too much.
"It's just that …" Fatty rubbed his belly, and a strange look flashed across his eyes. "I don't know why, but after I woke up this time, I keep feeling a faint pain in my abdomen, as if I'm under some kind of heavy pressure, so I'm especially hungry!"
Shen Ying's expression froze for a moment, and she patted his shoulder. "Heh heh heh … You can do it!" Hmm, it has nothing to do with me!
"Don't worry, Miss Shen, I'll work hard." Fatty nodded heavily. After some thought, he took the fruit from her hand and bit into it. Instantly, his entire face was so sour that it looked like a chrysanthemum. So … so sour, his teeth were about to fall out! Did Miss Shen eat this kind of fruit every day?
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