"The Demon Court has been arguing for half a month now. The establishment of the Divine Prefecture is of great importance to the Demon Realm, and every trivial matter has to be discussed in detail. However, with your entrustment, Lone Edge Mountain can be considered to have grasped the lifeblood of the various mountains. No matter how they negotiate, they will not lose out. Hehe, the Evil King wanted us to take care of you before, but now it seems that Lone Edge Mountain has taken advantage of you!"
In the main hall of Mount Fusang, Peng Wu came over and talked to Fang Xing about the results of the negotiations with the demonic lineages. Now that the matter of establishing the Divine Prefecture had been settled, the only thing left was to divide the rights and benefits equally among the mountains. This was a painstaking effort that would take a long time. The Yuanying ancestors had decided on the general trend, so they did not interrupt again. It was all the elders under them who fought the war of words.
Fortunately, with Fang Xing around, the Lone Edge Mountain was considered to have the upper hand.
Among the Eight Lineages of the Ancient Demons, only the Lone Edge Mountain, Qingqiu Mountain, and the Great Sage Mountain could stand side by side with Lone Edge Mountain. The other lineages were weaker in terms of influence, number of Yuanying ancestors, ability, and seniority. The Great Sage Mountain's old white ape was an amiable demon, and his relationship with Lone Edge Mountain was shallow. Moreover, because the Daoist of Great Sage Mountain and Fang Xing had some personal ties, the Great Sage Mountain's position was inclined towards Lone Edge Mountain to a certain extent. At the very least, they would remain neutral on certain issues, not helping either side.
Qingqiu Foxes, on the other hand, wanted to cry but had no tears. The Fox Clan, the most resourceful among the Eight Lineages of Ancient Daemons and having an innate advantage, realized that they had somehow become so unpopular. When they entered the Demonic Emperor Pavilion, the little demon cut off their creation with a single stroke of his sword, implicating Qingqiu Foxes and earning the displeasure of several Demonic Veins, including the Nether Mountain. Later on, the little demon feigned death and escaped, thinking that they were implicated by Qingqiu Foxes and secretly hated Qingqiu Foxes. Although it was later proven that the little demon was playing tricks, a rift had already been formed.
Later, when they heard that Qingqiu Mountain's Celestial Ancestor had fallen, some felt that Qingqiu Mountain's recent misfortune was due to its declining immortal fortune. As such, they did not interact too closely, fearing that they would be tainted by such inexplicable misfortune. Under such circumstances, Lone Edge Mountain, which should have become the target of public criticism because of the Little Devil, instead rose in status, and their words carried enormous weight.
This was also why Peng Wu exclaimed, "Lone Edge Mountain has benefited because of you!"
In response, Fang Xing pursed his lips, thinking, Ever since your Old Heretic, you've been benefiting from me since long ago …
Peng Wu could not help but ask, "Most importantly, when do you intend to study the Nine Seals of the Green Demon?"
Fang Xing reclined comfortably on the back of the rattan chair, took a big gulp of wine, and sighed. "Did they agree to compensate?"
Peng Five smiled bitterly. "You said that the Ancestor of Green Hill Hill scared you so much that you fell off the main hall and was seriously injured. You asked for a thousand Mystical Essences as compensation, which she at least agreed to. In addition, she also formally admitted defeat in the previous bet. Those little foxes are now your disciples, and their master's orders are heaven, so they will follow you from now on. Besides, you said that the other demonic lineages came to Mount Fusang to denounce you, which scared you. You asked for a compensation of five hundred Mystical Essences from each lineage to appease them, and they pinched their noses and accepted it. Of course, only those whose juniors are locked up in the Demonic Sovereign Pavilion are willing to pay. Purple Mist Lake and Tai Shi Clan are still trying to extort a sum of money from Mount Lone Blade through the death of their Daoist. Anyway, it's a war of words, let them slowly fight it out …"
Fang Xing chuckled and straightened his body. "Tell them, if they don't see the cash, they won't do it!"
Peng Wu sighed. He was really speechless. If he could make this brat listen to him, he would rather turn around and call him ancestor.
"What about Canglan Sea? Did they agree? "
Peng Wu looked at Fang Xing with a strange expression. "Do you really want a princess from them?"
Fang Xing said, "Two is fine. It's better to be safe than sorry!"
Peng Wu's expression became even more strange. After a while, he said, "I've sent the message, but Canglan Sea still hasn't replied!"
Fang Xing stretched his body and grinned. "Their Ninth Prince is locked up in the Fey Emperor Pavilion. Isn't it fair to exchange a princess? You can talk to that old hag Canglan Sea again. Anyway, if she doesn't agree, I won't do it …"
Peng Wu was speechless. He stood up and said, "I will talk to Dragon Mother about this. I can't guarantee success or failure. Also, you should hurry up and comprehend the nine seals. Once the matter in the land of demons is settled, we will move east to the divine continent. Sigh …"
He shook his head and was about to leave. However, Fang Xing stopped him, "Can you help me find a treasure?"
Peng Wu vigilantly looked back at him. "What treasure?"
Fang Xing grinned and gestured with his hand. He said, "A storage pouch, or a Heavenly Cave Ring. Anyway, it's a storage artifact. A bigger one is fine. Ordinary storage pouches are too small. I have too many things, I can't fit them …"
"You think the storage pouch is too small …"
Peng Wu was a little speechless. However, when he thought of the string of storage pouches on this little bastard, he understood. He sighed and said, "It is extremely difficult to expand this kind of spatial artifact. The land of demons is not good at talismans, so it is even harder to find one. However, I will help you look around. If there is a mountain with this kind of artifact, I will help you find it … How big do you want?"
Fang Xing thought for a moment and said seriously, "Find me one as big as a mountain, or else it won't be enough …"
Peng Wu's face looked as if he was struck by lightning. The way he looked at Fang Xing became more and more strange.
When this great Yuanying ancestor left, he couldn't help but think, "Don't tell me this little bastard is richer than our Lone Edge Mountain?"
After seeing Peng Wu off, Fang Xing lazily drank for a while. Then, he walked out of the grand hall and walked towards Uncle Gen's cave.
Even though he said it was easy, in fact, he had already started to comprehend the nine seals inside the green fox ghost mask under Uncle Gen's guidance.
The green fox ghost mask was the nine seals inherited from the demon immortals of the fox clan from ten thousand years ago. It was truly profound.
If he wanted to completely grasp the mysteries of the nine seals, it was not something that could be done in a short period of time. However, under Uncle Gen's guidance, Fang Xing could only imitate the nine seals to open the demon tower. Thus, he put on the mask and replayed the scenes of slaughter to comprehend the seemingly simple but actually profound Green Fox Nine Seals. At least, he had enough immortal essence to consume …
When he was comprehending the fourth seal, blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, and he fell out of the illusion. Uncle Gen quietly arrived and used his crutch to knock on his side. Only then did Fang Xing realize that his body scripture was complete, but there were still flaws in his cultivation. Uncle Gen was using this opportunity to give him pointers. After he had cultivated the Art of Killing, he actually understood the many flaws in his cultivation, and this was one of the most serious flaws.
The Great Art of Slaughter could stimulate the potential of the physique, control the terrifying murderous energy, and transform into the supernatural power of three heads and six arms.
This art could not only be used to kill enemies, but it could also be used to check and mend flaws, and control one's own flaws.
If one's cultivation progressed too quickly, it was inevitable that there would be various flaws. While Fang Xing did not know much, Bai Qianzhang had personally taught him this principle, and so he kept it in mind. Thus, he grasped this opportunity to mend his flaws bit by bit.
At the same time, the Great Golden Crow, Wu Sang 'er, and even Wu Yidian had already gone into seclusion to comprehend the Great Dao and improve their cultivation.
When they came out of seclusion, it would be the time for the juniors of the land of demons to inherit karma and share fortune.
At first, Fang Xing was not in a hurry to cultivate the seal. After all, he was not the one locked up in the Pavilion of the Daemon Emperor. Instead, it was the demonic tribes who were restless and could not wait to rush him three times a day. Moreover, the Green Hill Foxes had already spread the word that from the characteristics of their techniques, it would only take about two months to copy the nine seals. Otherwise, it would be the little demon slacking off.
Fang Xing sneered at the probing person who said that to him. "So what if he's slacking off?"
As the saying goes, the devil rises ten. The Green Hill Foxes really could not do anything to the little demon!
He would reason with you if you tried to reason with him, but he would be a scoundrel if you tried to reason with him!
The demonic tribes were helpless as well. They had already delivered the Spirit Essences that the little demon had demanded, but the little bastard was so unethical that he did not do his job efficiently even after receiving the money. Moreover, he was protected by a great figure of unknown origins, which was why they dared not force him. All they could do was stay in their cavern dwelling and curse him, or make up villains to poke him with silver needles every day …
Nonetheless, there were still people who had the means to subdue demons. The Dragon Mother, who was anxious to bring the little dragon king back to the Cerulean Sea with Ao Bai, grew impatient and sent her maid to bring Crown Prince Luli to Mount Fusang to visit Fang Xing. The little prince, who was so afraid of Fang Xing that he could not sleep at night, stood before Fang Xing with a pale face and sweat all over his forehead, muttering something that the Dragon Mother had told him.
Fang Xing's expression, who had been reclining on the rattan chair and looking incomparably calm, changed with a whoosh.
"Is what you're saying true?"
She grabbed Crown Prince Luli's lapel and dragged him forward.
Crown Prince Luli was about to cry. "It's true …"
"Motherf * cker, this woman is asking for a beating …"
After throwing Crown Prince Luli away, Fang Xing stopped pretending and immediately sent a message to Mount Gu Ren. Then, under the protection of Peng Wu and Hun Tian, the two Yuanying, he hurriedly came to the front of the Demon Court and transformed into the Great Elephant with three heads and six arms. At the same time, he performed the Green Ghost Nine Seals. A mysterious spiritual light shot out and opened the Demon Tower at the top of the Demon Court. Then, he guided the magical Qi activity and sent seals into the Demon Sovereign Pavilion.
With these seals, the Daoists in the Demon Sovereign Pavilion could repair the altar and return to this world.
All the demons were dumbfounded. Didn't they say that it would take at least two months?
It had only been a month!
However, Fang Xing, who had completed the task, didn't look proud at all. He didn't even stay to say anything to the elders of the various demon lineages who were prepared to talk to him. Instead, he rushed back to Mount Fusang and carried his storage bags on his back. Then, he rushed to the back of Mount Fusang and dragged out the Great Golden Crow, who was lying in the coffin in seclusion, and ran away with his wings …
"What are you doing? What are you doing?"
The Great Golden Crow had never seen Fang Xing so anxious. He asked in surprise and annoyance, "Where are you going?"
Fang Xing was fuming with rage. "I'm going to China to beat my wife!"
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