It is said that a sudden scorching sun fell from Duiyunpo last night.
The flames burned unquenched, burning all night long, illuminating the sky for most of the night, visible even a hundred miles away. The blazing flames had a cold and strange hue, as if they could burn through the darkness.
By the early morning, the fire had died down, and some brave little demons gathered in groups of three or five, intending to salvage some of the dead bodies before any great king could organize a large-scale cleanup.
The original leader of the village on Duiyunpo was a seven-colored pheasant spirit, at least at the fifth level of the foundation-building stage. However, under this raging fire, even if he had thirteen or fourteen colors, even if he survived, he would have been burned to a crisp.
As the four little demons made their way, they saw nothing but charred marks on the ground. Almost all the vegetation on Duiyun Slope had been burned, and the air was thick with choking smoke. Occasionally, they would spot a corpse, also charred beyond recognition. As for the magical instruments found on the corpses, most were twisted and deformed. Even so, the few that remained were at least treasure-level artifacts.
A particularly sharp-eyed skunk demon in the group had managed to pick up a few scraps. The weasel demon and hyena demon nearby were envious, shouting that anyone who saw it should get a share, practically threatening to grab the demon and force him to cough up the good stuff. Only a nearby warthog, seeing the situation was getting worse, intervened, otherwise the four demons would have been in a fight.
The cultivation standards of the demon race differ from those of humans. Originally, there were nine levels, divided from the smallest to the largest. However, over the millennia, the two races gradually transitioned from being mutually exclusive to integrating, learning from each other's useful methods. Humans have established clearer boundaries in their cultivation standards, and in recent years, the demon race has become accustomed to this approach.
There are still some cultivators or demons who are accustomed to dividing sex into nine levels, but most of these cultivators use the old almanac from a hundred years ago.
According to human classification, demons can only maintain their demonic forms during their Qi Refining stage. Once they reach the Foundation Establishment stage, they can cultivate a human form. However, this human form is not very neat, as some parts, such as the tail, ears, horns, and hooves, are inevitably missing. Once demons break through the Foundation Establishment stage and reach the Golden Core stage, they can fully transform into human forms, just like ordinary people.
These four little demons were all at the first or second level of foundation building. Although they had transformed into human form, their horns had not faded. They had been searching everywhere along the way, but had not encountered any living creatures, so they reached the top of the mountain.
While the other three were still searching for the Pheasant Village leader, the Hyena Demon spotted a naked human figure lying in the scorched grass, his life or death unknown. He immediately blurted out, "Who is that person?"
The fire burned all the grass and trees and changed the color of the rocks. I don't know what ability this young humanoid monster has, but he didn't turn into a charcoal-like thing?
The weasel demon's eyes shifted, his gaze fixed on the spot. His saliva dripped, his crimson tongue licking his lips. "Why bother caring who he is... Seeing as he survived the wildfire, he must have quite a strong cultivation. If I can eat him while he's seriously injured, I'll be able to reach the fourth level of Foundation Establishment in no time."
The demon race's habits were not without barbarity and bloodshed, one of which was to increase their cultivation by devouring other demons in human form. Perhaps, despite cultivating into a human form, they lacked the empathy of a human.
The four little demons thought this was perfectly reasonable and immediately pounced on the unconscious boy, ready to devour him alive. The hog demon turned the boy over, clucking his lips and laughing, "Good boy, this color is comparable to the females in the tribe."
Even after a blaze, the young man's face remained spotless, his features so elegant and beautiful that anyone who beheld them could feel their hearts flutter. If it weren't for these four little demons, whose minds were still dark and whose only concern was their appetite, anyone would have been eager to equip him with fine clothes and accessories, and to provide him with a comfortable bed for him to sleep on, just to see what he looked like when he opened his eyes.
With food right before his eyes, the weasel had no time to bother about whether the man's face was pretty or not. He immediately grabbed the boy's arm and was about to bite it. Just as his teeth were about to touch the boy's flesh, the boy on the ground suddenly moved his fingertips slightly and groaned softly: "Jiujiang..."
The four demons, caught red-handed, looked at each other in bewilderment. The next moment, the weasel made up its mind and began to bite, intending to sever the man's throat directly: If it didn't tear him apart before he woke up, how could it possibly have such a golden opportunity again?
At the critical moment, the young man opened his eyes, a faint blue in his pupils. He pressed a hand to his chest, and in a voice that was extremely suppressed, yet filled with deep regret, he called out again, "Jiujiang!"
The emotion in this call seemed to burst forth from his throat, reaching a depth that could not be surpassed by the moment it left his mouth. Even though the young man's expression was dazed, his eyes dry, others who heard it felt a shudder in their hearts, nearly bringing tears to their eyes at these two words.
However, as he murmured these words with deep affection, the young man made a move like lightning. His movements were as fast as the wind and extremely ruthless. Before the word "Jiang" had even faded, he had strangled the weasel's throat with one hand without blinking!
The skunk demon cried out and turned to look at the weasel demon that the young man had casually thrown to the ground. He saw that the weasel demon's neck was hanging limply, bent at an incredible angle. It was obvious that he had been squeezed into a handful of soft mud powder by the young man.
This young man was naturally Han Qianling who transformed into a dragon.
He descended from the sky, his body covered in flames. The flames burned fiercely for half the night, and his mind struggled in a trance for a long time. Only when he regained consciousness was he aroused by the undisguised malice and greed of the four little demons.
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