225 One Hundred Thousand Mountains Two
Nodding, looking around, I noticed that in some places, like withered yellow grass, not only appeared on flat terrain, but even on the mountain peaks, where storms raged, the grass was slowly turning yellow.
Wei Ming gently pointed in several directions and explained, "This is where the wolf clan lives, that is where the bear clan lives, and the other side is near the water, where snakes mostly live."
The monkeys are numerous, skilled in using weapons, and exceptionally agile.
The tiger clan is small in number, but they are all extremely powerful and elusive. They live deeper in the mountains, and we usually dare not approach them easily.
Nodding gently, it descended from the air, looking at the Ascension Grass on the ground. This little grass was only about a foot tall, with an upright, unbranched stem, palmate compound leaves, and a small white, nine-petaled lotus-shaped flower at the top!
They were everywhere, and also a food source for some herbivores. Except for the small flowers on their heads, there was nothing unusual about them.
The spiritual energy was absorbed and tested again. Above the ground, the spiritual energy was denser, but also more impure, making it more difficult to absorb. The repulsive force was also stronger.
He was utterly astonished. 'It seems I have time. I should definitely research the history of this place.'
With the gentleman's knife slung over his shoulder, the force of his foot felt as if it weighed a million pounds. When he stomped on the ground, it was estimated that it would produce a deep vibration, as if an invisible force was spreading outwards.
It moved with incredible speed, leaving no trace on the snow, only a blurry shadow. It sped away swiftly.
Within the Ten Thousand Mountains, the wolf clan was divided into several groups, and this was also true for the bear and snake clans. Each group was led by a chief elder.
The matter of the Ascension Grass has stirred the thoughts of countless elders. Below the elders, even the leaders of the demon beasts and demon soldiers, who are lower than the commander level, are also quick-witted and have many thoughts hidden in their minds.
'Demon King, Demon King! If I were king, wouldn't that be wonderful?' This was the thought in the minds of all the demons below.
According to rumors, this Ascension Grass can transform any demon beast that swallows it, regardless of its type or cultivation level. Even if you haven't reached a higher cultivation level, you can become a Demon King.
Such rumors were known to every demon beast in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. And every demon beast harbored a dream: to consume the Ascension Grass, become a demon king, and live a life of freedom.
This is also what all the monsters desire most.
As for how the Immortal Grass came to be, these demonic beasts didn't care. The Immortal Grass only matures once every hundred years, and ordinary demonic beasts, if they are healthy and free from illness or disaster, might have a chance to see it once in their lifetime.
However, most demonic beasts, preyed upon and slaughtered, simply don't live that long. A hundred years is too long. Every moment counts. Therefore, this time the Demon King left, and several demon kings from different clans left as well.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How can I let it slip by? Becoming the Demon King, who else but me?
These past few days have been filled with clandestine battles and hunting, which has increased the maturation speed of the Ascension Grass considerably, but it's still not enough, far from enough.
At this rate, it can probably only be brought forward by at least a month. A month is too long. Too much time will allow too many unforeseen events to occur. Unless all the demon kings who left are dead, they couldn't possibly have been delayed for that long.
Once the Demon King returns, their chances may not be guaranteed. Although the Demon King cannot explicitly intervene, no demon elder would dare object to him casually defeating a few.
These elders had been waiting for a very, very long time. And indeed, demonic beasts do have longer lifespans. But there were countless battles to be fought. If they couldn't obtain the Ascension Grass soon enough, it would eventually become food for others.
At this very moment, within the wolf clan, an elder, young in age, with a small tuft of dark white fur on his head, was glaring angrily at everyone.
Trying to remain calm, he asked, "Elders? What is the reason for this? Why are you secretly hunting other races? This will trigger a racial war."
With the Demon King absent, we should maintain peace even more.
A towering old wolf, imposing and menacing, bared its sharp teeth. It grumbled, "Of course! Who among us dares disobey the Demon King's orders?"
However, a while ago, the hostage deal in the border region was abruptly disrupted. All of his men were captured. Such a disgraceful thing! Our wolf clan must avenge this!
I wonder if the young master would be willing to personally travel to the border region to avenge these people. If the young master is willing to go, I am willing to accompany him.
The other races—the snake tribe, the bear tribe, and the monkey tribe—refused to compromise. They were waiting to see us make a fool of ourselves. Such behavior is utterly outrageous!
If we don't give them a good beating now, won't they start taking advantage of us when the young master goes out?
'Yeah yeah'
"The Grand Elder is right!" In an instant, those who were not the young master's wolves all agreed.
The wolves grew excited, their faces contorted with ferocity, as if they were about to exact revenge. They howled and barked loudly, their deep voices conveying a terrifying aura.
The young wolf lord's face was grim, as if water could drip from it. It was as if dark clouds were gathering in the sky, pressing down layer upon layer. But in front of so many clansmen, he dared not immediately refute them.
He knew in his heart that this was the Grand Elder's scheme, but he was still extremely upset.
It's not just the wolf clan. Among other races, those originally designated by the Demon King as his chosen ones, mostly his own children, are now facing various forms of obstruction.
In a short while, these young masters quickly understood. But understanding was one thing; their desire to advance to the Demon King level remained strong. Now that the Demon King was absent and lacked his usual intimidating presence, the opportunity presented itself, and these demon beasts showed no mercy.
Natural selection, the release of one's true nature, survival of the fittest, the weak are eliminated. Even breathing is wrong. Death is a waste of the land.
At that moment, a gray wolf rushed in, its expression terrified, as if its soul had left its body. Its voice trembled as it spoke, "Young Master, Young Master, something terrible has happened! Someone has broken in!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a huge wolf carcass flew through the air and crashed heavily onto the makeshift wooden pillar.
Upon closer inspection, the other wolves saw only wolf carcasses, no heads, and blood flowing like water, slowly forming a small pool on the ground, filled only with blood, which then quickly disappeared.
It was as if it had been absorbed by the inconspicuous Immortal Grass.
Ten feet away, the pack of wolves retreated in terror. These were ordinary patrolmen, not very strong, and of even lower status. They could be devoured by other carnivorous races at any moment, or perhaps even by their own kind.
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