The mandrill moved quickly, but the rich spiritual energy it released in that instant still made many fairies' eyes turn red with envy.
With a cold snort, the ancient demon's aura enveloped the entire area, and the tattoos on the mandrill seemed to come alive, with an eerie red light emanating from its eyes.
He's capable of protecting this mountain, so his skills are undeniable. Moreover, it's said that he's only missing merit to become an immortal.
The fairies felt as if their bodies were weighed down by a thousand pounds, their breath caught in their throats, and they silently bowed their heads in submission, daring not to act rashly.
Emperor Xiu didn't care about any of that; he only focused on refining the spiritual energy released into his body after the clump of things dissolved.
The immense spiritual energy washed over his limbs and bones, rapidly merging into his inner core under his control. His cultivation, which had been nearly destroyed by the lightning tribulation, was now rapidly increasing, recovering to 40% of its previous level.
Treasures that can enhance one's cultivation level are what all cultivators dream of.
The one the mountain demon gave me can boost my cultivation by two hundred years. Because it has been stored for an unknown period of time, some of the spiritual energy has been lost, but it can still boost my cultivation by one hundred and fifty years, which is exactly what an Emperor cultivator needs now.
He refined his spiritual energy on the spot, temporarily sealing the overflowing energy within his body. He felt the opportunity of heaven and earth descending once again, and breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to shed his beast form.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The mountain demon raised his hand, and another low rattan chair appeared beside him, between him and the boy. He said to the emperor, "Sit here. Stay on the mountaintop tonight; I have something to ask you."
Di Xiu didn't put on airs. He jumped up and squatted down. Before long, another monkey came to bring him wine.
The other demons looked at him with varying expressions, then at the mountain demon, wondering why a tree branch was considered a treasure. The king not only returned the treasure to help the red fox improve its cultivation, but also let it sit beside him.
I feel envious and jealous.
After the gift-giving ended, some fairies spontaneously organized entertainment activities. For example, the vine fairies performed shadow puppet shows using vines and magic, the flower fairies and bird fairies put on song and dance performances, and there were also fight scenes, which drew applause from many of the warlike fairies.
The commotion continued until evening.
Di Xiu slumped softly in the chair, his eyes somewhat unfocused.
He tasted a little of the wine; it was very strong. The fox couldn't hold his liquor, and it got drunk quickly. 001 sat next to him, occasionally pretending to casually touch him, only to be slapped by his tail.
He had just begun to have a fleeting illusion of peace and tranquility when a sudden twitch appeared between his brows, and a strange restlessness rose in his heart.
Without a second thought, he unleashed his divine sense and "saw" a group of people gathered at the foot of Half Moon Mountain. They were all clad in armor and carrying swords, exuding a murderous aura. The leader was a masked man in a long, flowing ink-wash robe, tall and elegant, with an air of otherworldly grace.
Those knives were not ordinary knives; they looked chilling and menacing, and in Emperor Xiu's eyes, they even exuded a sinister aura.
The masked man's aura was also strange, neither human nor demon nor ghost.
001, who had been watching the monkeys perform, seemed to sense something and activated the scanning function. Upon discovering the people below the mountain, she shuddered and cried out, "Which side story is this? Who are these people?"
Good question, Emperor Xiu also wants to know.
He shook his head, using his spiritual power to dispel the effects of the alcohol. Looking around, he found that more than 30% of the demons were already unconscious, 40% were in a daze, and less than 30% were still relatively sober. The mountain demons belonged to the second category.
They were all drinking until they were completely drunk, it was really dangerous.
What's worse, the other party might also be there because they're determined to drink until they drop.
He leaped from the low chair onto the armrest of the mandrill's seat, trying to reach out and pat it, but his arms were too short to reach it. He almost slipped, but 001 caught him. After a moment's thought, he used his tail as a hand.
"Mandrill, something's happened."
The mountain demon squinted at him, its eyes filled with danger, and its palm, imbued with spiritual power, was about to pinch him when Di Xiu jumped up, raised his claw, and quickly drew a calming talisman. He then lightly tapped the talisman onto Di Xiu's forehead.
The mandrill was startled, shook its head, and came to its senses. It remembered what the fox had just done, and a strange light flashed in its eyes as it looked at the fox with slight surprise. Then it heard the fox say, "There are many people down the mountain, and they don't seem to have good intentions. Mandrill, have you told anyone about your birthday celebration today?"
"Have people come down from the mountain?"
"right."
How did you know?
Di Xiu paused for a moment, then said, "Demon consciousness. Mountain demon, I have no reason to lie to you."
The mountain demon pinched the bridge of its nose, inwardly scoffing at his nonsense. But then it remembered his skillful talisman-drawing technique, pondered for a few moments, and sent a wisp of spiritual energy into the ground, activating a magical artifact it had buried in the mountain. Thick fog immediately filled the mountainside.
Taking advantage of his long arms, he reached out and pulled over the little boy who was slumped over a seat away.
The little boy cried out "Ouch!" with his eyes closed, reached his hands above his head, and shouted angrily, "It hurts so much! It hurts so much! Who is it? Don't you want to live anymore?"
After saying that, he let out a burp that reeked of alcohol.
“Red Fox, draw a talisman for him too.”
Once the boy sobered up, the mountain demon grabbed his pigtail, shook it, and threw him to the ground: "Little fruit, go down the mountain and see if there's anything unusual. Go quickly and come back quickly."
Di Xiu added, "Southeast direction."
The boy was dizzy and disoriented. Hearing the mountain demon's serious and cold tone, he covered his head and dared not make a move. He burrowed into the ground and left, subconsciously heading southeast. When he reached the middle of the mountain, he became puzzled again. Why should I listen to the words of a little demon who has not yet taken human form?
He thought about it, but since the mandrill didn't stop him, he continued southeast.
Before the monkey could even begin the next act of his opera, the little boy jumped out of the ground as if his pants were on fire, shouting, "Oh no! Oh no!"
The mandrill glanced at the red fox and asked, "What's going on?"
“There were a lot of people with knives, and I heard them say they were going to burn the mountain.”
The fairies who weren't completely drunk nearby suddenly sobered up a bit.
"Who dares to cause trouble in our Half Moon Mountain?"
001 was also puzzled. Why would anyone bother this group of fairies?
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