Chapter 117 I Met the Demon Lord, The Hundred-Year Promise...
Before leaving Qishan, Qingyu went to see the Mountain Lord.
This generation of tiger kings is different from previous tiger kings. They are still powerful, but they do not take human form, do not like to see blood, and their only concern is probably sleep.
Everyone in Qishan knew of the Mountain Lord's peculiar habit, and they were also well aware that if a demon misbehaved and caused trouble in the mountains, even their own king might be unable to control it—
The mountain king will then wake up helplessly. Killing the troublesome demon is inevitable, and annihilating the incompetent race is not out of the question.
Therefore, this Lord of the Mountain often resides in the deep valley of Shenlan, but he is the king to whom all the demons of Qishan absolutely submit.
...
Today is a beautiful sunny day, with light and shadow falling on the deep mountain forest. The subtle scent of late spring drifts by, eventually settling softly on Qingyu's deep red skirt.
Wearing a dark red robe with a light white lining, the sleeves revealing a black belt at the waist. Her dark hair hangs down smoothly, half-tied up without any hairpins or ornaments, exuding both ultimate elegance and absolute flamboyance.
The woman stood alone in front of a cave, her eyes closed, sensing the omnipresent aura of the mountain spirit.
A soft, low roar of a tiger echoed from the depths of the land.
Qingyu opened her eyes, pursed her lips, lowered her gaze, and slowly spoke.
“Huai Ren told me that you are increasingly reluctant to see demons these days, and often sleep for a long time. Today, I am the one who disturbed you.”
She spoke respectfully, yet after speaking, she gently raised her head, facing the depths of her being.
The mountains murmured softly, the wind ruffled her hair, and the woman smiled and raised her eyes. Her gaze was calm, and her back was straight. It seemed that at this moment, with the wind rising, she was like an ordinary mortal in the world, yet also like a noble fairy above all things.
Upon closer inspection, one realizes it is the mark of a true king.
Finally, from the deep, dark forest, a soft laugh seemed to come, or perhaps a sigh.
The breeze vanished, dark clouds gathered, and a chilling wind swept through every corner of Qishan. Leaves trembled slightly, flowers shrank, and countless little demons suddenly stopped what they were doing. They stood still, suppressing their anxiety and unease, wondering what had happened.
The great demons of various races emerged, some calm, some excited, some expectant, some curious—
That arrogant little demon who boasted years ago that he would become a demon lord is finally going to fight the mountain lord.
Losing, I look up to the heavens, regretting my fate.
Win, lowering his gaze to meet the demon lord.
...
Mumu is a special little Pixiu.
Pixiu, with the body of a large bear, black and white skin, round face, big black eyes, cute yet with a gentle and lazy herbaceous nature.
Their tribe is lazy, feeding on bamboo and living in remote bamboo forests of Qishan. Their days consist of eating, resting, and sleeping. Their cultivation method involves simply sitting in a daze while hugging a tree. As for killing demons to cultivate—ah, too troublesome. As long as the other party doesn't provoke them, the Pi tribe generally won't bother them.
Unfortunately, Mumu wasn't like that. He seemed to be born to run, jump, climb, and play with bamboo hammers. He had a wild nature, but he was really mischievous and completely different from his brothers and sisters.
So one day, while he was eating bamboo and gazing at the sky, he felt that the tall bamboo forest was boring. He looked up and called out to his parents, who were sleeping in the tree.
"Father, Mother, I need to find something, and I might have to go a bit further!"
"Go on, go on, and remember to come back soon!"
Mumu nodded, and then slowly walked away into the distance.
He walked slowly, but with unwavering determination, thinking that he would travel to the other side of the mountains and the other side of the lake, to see more, to become a knowledgeable Pixiu—
"Ouch! It's so cold, so cold, so cold!"
Mumu was taking a nap when a terrifying gust of cold wind suddenly blew out. Little Pixiu rolled around on the ground, clutching his round belly and whimpering.
"Wasn't it spring? How did it suddenly turn into winter! Ah! And there's snow!"
"Where did this grizzly bear come from? How did it get here?"
Accompanied by the rushing sound of the waterfall, an old man with a white beard and white hair walked out. He was tall and bent over, and you could see dark, scale-like armor on his back.
Mu Mu was startled. He raised his head, and his dark eyes met the old man's small eyes...
"...I am not a grizzly bear, I am a Pi."
Honestly, he's been traveling all this way, and so many demons have called him a grizzly bear. It's just that he's a little dirty, how could they mistake a Pi for a grizzly bear?
The old man laughed, his eyes squinting as if they were even smaller, and his back bent even more. "Oh, oh, oh, it's a Pixiu! I'm the mountain armor from the True Mystery Cave. You can just call me Grandpa Mountain Armor."
As they talked, the cold wind grew stronger in the distance, and the snow continued to fall in a blur, as if it were truly the dead of winter. In the blink of an eye, everything in the mountains seemed to have turned white.
Mumu shivered, and Xiao Pi stammered, "Aren't you...aren't you cold...why are you so cold..."
"Haha... Achoo... Uh..."
The old pangolin shivered. He silently suppressed his smile, took one last look at the drab little pixiu, and sighed.
“There’s a fight going on over there… You little devil, why aren’t you staying home? What are you doing here?”
Mumu huddled on the ground, her teeth chattering from the cold. "Do we really have to say this here...?"
"It's really, really... quite cold..."
The old pangolin: "...Come on, let's go to the cave. You little pixiu are lucky to have met me—hey, my cave is over there, what's the rush!"
...
Later, Mu Mu learned that at that time, the Demon Lord had returned to Qishan with his friends from outside, and had fought with several powerful demons along the way, and even woke up the mountain lord in Shenlan Cliff.
I heard that the snowfall was caused by the Demon Lord's lover, an extremely powerful human swordsman whose sword intent was cold and ruthless, with a faint sword wind blowing by, even possessing the demeanor of an immortal—
However, no matter who it is, or what the circumstances are.
None of them can compare to Lord Demon Lord.
...
To tell you the story, it was a beautiful spring day. The sunlight shone on the waterfall, casting colorful rays. Mumu was nestled near the Zhenxuan Cave, eating bamboo.
Suddenly, another gust of wind, brimming with boundless spiritual energy, swept through, causing trees to bend and leaves to fall, waterfalls to rush, and the drab, grayish-brown Mumu stared blankly at the bamboo in its paws, covered in dust—
"Who...who's fighting again...?"
He cursed under his breath, but then felt the spiritual energy was incredibly powerful. Just as he was about to get up, he heard a tiger's roar in the distance, which shook him to his core and made him fall back down...
"Mountains, mountains, mountains...you..."
He instinctively shrank back behind a tree, feeling as if the spiritual energy in the nearby place called Shenlan Cliff was about to explode!
Little Pi thought to itself, "Who is it? What are they doing? Ahhh, I'm so curious! Maybe I should go and see..."
Just a few breaths later, another gust of wind arose, and it seemed as if the sky had darkened in an instant. The leaves were shaking wildly in the gloomy sky, and the rapids of the waterfall in the distance seemed to be about to crash down on Qishan Mountain. The fierce wind howled as if it wanted to uproot all living things!
Under the terrifying pressure, Mu Mu finally wrapped himself up. He gritted his teeth and trembled, listening to the sounds of the wind and water, even wanting to cry. He was really, really scared.
That fear was indescribable; it was like the fear of life and death, or the fear of bowing down to nature, but more than anything, it was the immense gap in strength and loneliness that felt like heaven and earth.
For a moment, he didn't even dare to utter a sound of tears.
In the vast boundary, a powerful being can cause countless lives to cry out with a mere touch. You and I are as insignificant as dust in the wind, and it seems that in the blink of an eye, our lives will be swept away by the flowing water.
In a flash, the world lost its color, and the battle for the Demon Lord gradually came to a conclusion—
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Mu Mu's heart pounded like a drummer going berserk. At that moment, he didn't care who won or lost the battle, he didn't care what they wanted to do; he just... he just...
He was frantically searching in the darkness, trying to find out if someone of his strength could be considered one of the few among the mad spirits scattered across the mountain...
He couldn't find anything, he couldn't see anything. It was as if, as if the moment he grasped even a little, the black gale mercilessly stole his breath, and the powerful demonic energy casually swept away his life force.
He wondered who he was, what he was, and why he was here doing these things.
If, if such a powerful demon existed in this world.
That ordinary little demon like him...
Does it still have any meaning?
Finally, the sky cleared, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sunlight once again quietly shone upon the entire Qishan Mountain.
A small, grayish-brown Pixiu lay asleep quietly by a tree in front of the Zhenxuan Cave, its eyes closed, with the soft sounds of water and gentle wind in its ears.
Gently, he smelled the fresh fragrance of bamboo.
Like a corner of a gauze curtain being lifted by the wind, or like thousands of tree shadows swaying gently, golden light seeps in, hazy and indistinct, bit by bit.
A woman's figure gradually came into view.
"It turned out to be a small Pixiu."
Mu Mu stared blankly at her, feeling as if he were saying, "...That's...my bamboo."
Laughter seemed to come from nearby, and her face gradually became clearer.
Crimson robes, spring blossoms and death, all demons bowing their heads, treading on light as they arrive.
He is a demon lord.
"How did the Pi tribe from the tall bamboo forest end up in the True Mystery Cave?"
These two places are quite far apart.
Before anyone knew it, Grandpa Pangolin's voice, filled with a respectful smile, came over, "He's a special little Pixiu demon. He's young, but he's quite talented. He said he was looking for something... and he just ended up here."
The demon lord laughed, "It's my fault. The wind was too strong and dirtied his bamboo."
"Not at all, he is the one who is fortunate."
Mumu tried her best to stay awake, but she didn't forget to curse the old pangolin in her heart as a sycophant!
Those are his bamboo! They're his! His meager rations...
Gently, the demon lord squatted down. Her dark red skirt seemed to still have a faint fishy smell, yet the woman was incredibly gentle.
She tapped the little Pixiu on the head with a bamboo stick, then chuckled and said to the dizzy-eyed man,
"Mumu? You're so young and you've already traveled such a long distance. It must be really tough for you."
"I heard from the pangolin that you were caught in the snow and wind a few days ago, and today the bamboo got dirty and you even fainted. He was so worried about you."
She said this softly, then smiled and placed the clean and delicious bamboo next to him, "The bamboo has been washed clean for you, you can eat it after you wake up."
"I hope you find what you're looking for soon."
"Mumu".
As the Demon Lord finished speaking, she rose in the soft sunlight. The already hunched back of the pangolin grandfather straightened even more. Gently, with the hem of her red dress fluttering in the light, she left.
"Demon Lord...Sir..."
Finally, the little Pi opened its eyes, weakly and softly calling out to the figure.
At that moment, Mu Mu thought, that's what he's been searching for.
In the distant, serene mountains, bathed in a bluish light, amidst countless spiritual paths, I beheld the Demon Lord.
He finally found it.
...
When Qingyu returned, there were already many powerful demons waiting for her.
Golden Monkey, Water Zhu, Li Huan, Fox King, Wolf King, and even Shan Huai Ren, representing the Mountain Lord, stood there.
Those who could reach it had all arrived. The great demons who were too far away couldn't make it, but they all learned who the demon lord of Qishan was now.
Qingyu stood still, the woman remained silent, and calmly accepted the bows of the great demons.
However, she was still too young, and she soon burst into laughter.
Golden Monkey muttered to himself, saying that she was still being improper even after becoming a demon lord, and that she should tone down that laugh.
Qingyu raised an eyebrow. "It's something I've thought about for over a decade, and I've endured countless taunts. Now that I've done it, why can't I laugh?"
Li Huan nodded vigorously, "Yes, that's it."
Even when she was the Queen of the Butterfly Clan, the elders always told her to be serious, but she was just not that kind of serious demon.
The old fox king glanced at the mischievous golden butterfly with annoyance, finding it irritating.
Shui Zhu pursed her lips, "May I ask where Your Majesty is headed next?"
Dan Huai Ren also ran to Qing Yu's side and looked up, saying, "Sister, now that you've become a demon lord, when will you come back?"
Qingyu smiled, patted Shan Huai Ren's head, and then looked up at the assembled great demons.
"Our demon race is free by nature and respects strength. For thousands of years, the various races of Qishan have lived in peace. If there is any chaos, the Mountain Lord race will make the decision."
"Today's battle with the Mountain Lord was only a narrow victory. In the future, all matters concerning Qishan will still depend on you and the Mountain Lord."
"However, since I have accepted your title of Demon Lord, I hereby make this promise,"
"We pledge that we will protect Qishan with our lives and fulfill the duties of the Demon Lord in the future."
"I believe that a hundred years from now, Qishan..."
"A new demon lord will surely come."
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