Chapter 114: Four Generals Slain in Succession—White Wolf Must Die; Why Not Return Home!!

What just happened?!

That old demon had actually used his magical power to forcibly bewitch and coerce me into revealing my secrets! If not for the strength of the Golden Core formed by the "True Scripture of the Chaotic Void," I would have certainly fallen into his trap. At that moment, I would have had to answer whatever he asked. Not only would I have disclosed the details of my sect, but I would have also revealed the secret of my transmigration and the existence of my "golden finger" without reservation.

To be so malicious upon our first meeting! Lu Wufei’s heart was filled with indescribable rage. This was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation he had suffered since he arrived in this world. Treated in such a way, he immediately abandoned his original intention of disclosing the status of his sect! The more they tried to suppress him, the more Lu Wufei refused to yield.

"I see." Seeing the wolf demon before him quickly break free from his control, a flash of keen light passed through the eyes of Yuan Zhang, the Ape King of the Great Desolate Mountain. He felt increasingly satisfied, stroked the long beard beneath his jaw, and smiled gently. "In that case, one truly cannot go against the orders of one's master."

Yuan Zhang nodded with a smile and said nothing more. Despite being refused, his face remained filled with a sincere, unfeigned smile.

"Thank you, Great King." Lu Wufei immediately bowed.

He quickly retreated into the black mist behind the Third King. Seeing that the Great King was no longer paying attention to him, Lu Wufei let out a long breath, wiping his forehead, which was covered in dense beads of sweat. He was well aware of the danger in refusing the Great King, especially after the demon had attempted to bewitch him by force. However, he could not bring himself to kneel! If he had been treated with respect, he would not have refused to raise his own status. But for the other party to attempt to bewitch and control him the moment they met—such malice! Such humiliation! How could Lu Wufei endure it?

A person should not be arrogant, but they must never lack a backbone. Especially after joining the Wuzhuang Temple and becoming a disciple of Zhenyuanzi, Lu Wufei’s spirit had been elevated far beyond what it once was. If he were a groveling coward, Zhenyuanzi never would have taken him on as a disciple.

"I cannot stay on the Great Desolate Mountain!" At this moment, having quickly calmed down, Lu Wufei made this decision. He did not know why the Great King, whom he had never met, held such deep hostility toward him upon their first encounter. But it was certainly not unintentional—it was deliberate! From the Great King’s initial words, it was clear that the Third King had already told him about Lu Wufei’s situation. Knowing that he came from an immortal sect, yet still acting this way? The other party’s motives were definitely not simple!

As he analyzed this, Lu Wufei suddenly realized that he not only had to leave the Great Desolate Mountain, but he had to do it as soon as possible. Because he had struggled to clear his mind and sensed the malice of the Great King, the Great King surely knew it too. Any demon with half a brain would think of fleeing after sensing such hostility from their leader. But if he could think of it, couldn't the Great King? If the Great King’s intentions were impure, then he was likely already being watched. If they hadn't acted yet, it was perhaps due to the presence of so many other demons, or perhaps because the Great King, confident in his own power, believed that a mere Golden Core cultivator could not escape his grasp and was waiting for a better opportunity.

In an instant, the sweat Lu Wufei had just wiped from his forehead reappeared. The more he thought, the clearer and more terrified he became. He had always made it a habit to judge his enemies by the worst possible intentions. If this were true, he was now facing not only the enemies from Fengyun Ridge but also the malice of his own side’s greatest demon king.

"Hoo." He took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm.

"Brother, are you alright?" Bai Yunxiao, noticing Lu Wufei’s odd behavior, leaned in and asked in a low voice.

Elsewhere, the Third King walked to his eldest brother, Yuan Zhang, and asked with confusion, "Brother, I don't know why you treated that white wolf under my command like that just now."

The other demon commanders and generals could not sense anything unusual, but the Third King, Baimian, naturally felt that his eldest brother had used some means on his subordinate. Yuan Zhang did not answer directly but instead looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, speaking indifferently: "Third Brother, you must know that with our aptitude, reaching our current realm is already a great stroke of luck."

"But ever since I entered the late stage, I have felt the difficulty of cultivation more and more. If there are no other accidents, I will likely be trapped in the late stage forever, unable to advance."

The Third King was shocked. "How could that be? Brother, your natural talent is among the best even within our clan. Why say such discouraging words?"

Yuan Zhang shook his head and continued, "Relying on crude methods of cultivation to reach this point—in terms of talent, I do not believe I am inferior to any other demon ancestor. However, cultivation requires one to see oneself clearly."

"I began searching for a replacement method three hundred years ago. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember!" Baimian nodded immediately, then realized something, and asked with joy, "Could it be that you have found it, Brother?"

The Second King, who had been silent, also reacted quickly and turned his head in surprise. "Brother, have you really found it?"

"Hmm." Facing the expectant gazes of his two brothers, Yuan Zhang nodded. A smile finally appeared on his face. "I can now cultivate another method directly without the danger of dissipating my power. I paid a great price to obtain this divine ability."

"That’s wonderful!"

"Having a brother like you is truly a blessing for us."

"Haha." The Third and Second Kings immediately began to flatter their eldest brother. The surrounding demon commanders and generals, of course, could not hear any of this.

"No wonder you wanted to act against that white wolf under my command," Baimian said after the excitement subsided. "Did you succeed, Brother?"

Speaking of this, Yuan Zhang laughed and shook his head. "I did not. That little wolf’s cultivation method is extraordinary. To possess such a method, his sect must not be an ordinary immortal one."

"However, as long as I control him, I have ways to glimpse his cultivation method without him even having to speak," Yuan Zhang said with absolute confidence.

The Second King, Jinyan, could not help but ask, "Brother, subduing that little demon is easy, but what about the sect behind him? You said yourself that his sect is extraordinary."

This was the biggest problem. But Yuan Zhang was prepared. "That is not something to worry about too much. While his sect may indeed be extraordinary, he left the sect as soon as he entered the Golden Core realm. It is easy to see that he was either expelled or is an unimportant disciple. Such a disciple, even if he dies, might not attract much attention from his sect."

"Besides, I am not planning to kill him, only to keep him under control. As long as he isn't killed, his sect won't discover it. By the time they do, we will likely have already surpassed the Demon King level and achieved the realm of Ancestors!" Having said this, Yuan Zhang flicked his sleeves, standing proudly. "By then, what would we have to fear?"

"You truly are thoughtful, Brother." The biggest problem resolved, the Second King beamed and bowed. "Little brother admires you."

"Shall I go and control him now?" the Third King asked, his eyes lighting up.

Regarding the grand plan of the three brothers, let alone a white wolf demon who had delivered himself to their doorstep, even if it were General Dilong, who had been with him the longest, he wouldn't blink an eye while dealing with him.

"No need to rush." Hearing his Third Brother’s suggestion, Yuan Zhang shook his head and smiled. "We are about to go to war with Fengyun Ridge, and there are so many small demons watching. It wouldn't look good to seize one of our own generals before the battle."

"Let's wait. It won't be too late after the battle. However, I startled that little demon just now; he might try to run, so you should keep an eye on him."

The Second King immediately took over. "That's simple. I'll have the demons below watch that white wolf. He won't be able to run."

"Hmm." Yuan Zhang nodded. "That will do. You have many generals under your command; send a few to watch him. If you find him trying to escape, act immediately. No need to hold back."

Jinyan chuckled. "Leave it to me."

The three kings of the Great Desolate Mountain conspired loudly. The surrounding demon commanders and generals knew nothing of this.

At the edge of the formation, facing his brother Bai Yunxiao’s concern, Lu Wufei gritted his teeth and shook his head. "I'm fine."

He had already decided to leave—to escape in the chaos during the upcoming battle. However, his brothers—the Crow Monster, Redskin, Huanggui, and Wandashan—were already trapped in the Third King’s precious handkerchief. He would likely face very powerful enemies, and he feared he wouldn't be able to look after them. He could only ask Bai Yunxiao to take care of them.

"Brother," he said, "this battle will be very cruel. If I meet with any misfortune, please help me look after them."

Hearing this, Bai Yunxiao frowned. "Why is my brother so pessimistic? With your strength..."

But as he spoke, he noticed something was wrong. He turned his head and saw Lu Wufei shaking his head slightly, his eyes filled with hidden meaning. Bai Yunxiao understood instantly. Something must have happened to make his brother act like this, unable to speak clearly. Being extremely clever, he immediately understood and replied, "The battlefield is cruel, and everyone is the same. I worry as well. If I meet with misfortune, please remember to look after one little demon from my hill."

Lu Wufei was somewhat surprised. "Which one?"

Bai Yunxiao replied, "A white deer."

Lu Wufei nodded. "I will."

With his greatest concerns—his brothers—settled, all that remained was Xiao Bai, who was left behind at Taiping Mountain. But Xiao Bai already had the strength of a demon general and was excellent at tunneling, so Lu Wufei was less worried about his safety.

Time passed slowly. Lu Wufei remained silent. Before long, a group of demon figures appeared in the sky ahead of the Great Desolate Mountain forces. The two leading demons had demonic energy soaring into the sky—evidently two Demon Kings. Behind them followed more than a dozen demons with similarly strong auras—all demon commanders and generals. Watching the three kings of the Great Desolate Mountain go forward to converse with those two Demon Kings, Lu Wufei and the other generals understood that these must be the reinforcements for the Great Desolate Mountain side.

"Firelight Cave," someone said nearby. "They are from Firelight Cave."

At the very front:

"Old Yuan, everything is according to plan, right?"

"Of course. This is something even the Old Ancestor Yellow Wind has witnessed. How would I dare to change it privately?"

"That's good. That old ghost Swallowing Tiger has been arrogant for a long time, relying on being of the same clan as the White Ancestor. Now that the White Ancestor is gone, let's see who can save him today."

"Exactly. That old ghost has always acted arrogantly. This time next year will be the anniversary of his death."

"Very well. The time is almost up, so I will be off. See you then."

"See you then. Take care."

After the three demon kings of the Great Desolate Mountain finished speaking with the two demon kings from Firelight Cave, the latter disappeared into the void. The Great Demon King Yuan Zhang shouted, "The time has come! Depart!"

With a wave of his hand, he led the entire force of the Great Desolate Mountain flying rapidly toward the front.

Half an hour later, they stopped over a vast mountain range. Before long, in the distance, a large group of demons appeared in the high sky. Then, five figures flew out from the demon group. The leading demon looked down and cursed, "Old Ghost Yuan, I knew your thieving heart would never die!"

"Swallowing Tiger, you brat!" On the Great Desolate Mountain side, the Great Demon King Yuan Zhang, with his second and third brothers, flew into the sky without fear, cursing back, "Usually, the White Ancestor is biased toward you, but let's see who can save your rat life today!"

At that moment, the sounds of cursing erupted from the demons below. The Second King, Jinyan, and the Third King, Baimian, each stepped back, tossing a handkerchief and a cloth bag downward. Immediately, in the previously empty wilderness, one after another, demon troops appeared—filling the mountains and plains, a vast, dark sea of them.

"Generals, listen to my orders!" The Great Demon King Yuan Zhang shouted again. "Fight bravely, kill all the scum of Fengyun Ridge, and I will reward you heavily!"

"We serve the Great King!" The demon commanders and generals roared in response.

At the same time, across the way at Fengyun Ridge, the Great Demon King Swallowing Tiger was doing his final mobilization. He looked ferocious and shouted, "Lads! Kill all the bastards of the Great Desolate Mountain! I will not be stingy with my rewards!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The moment the roars ceased, dozens of demon commanders under the five Demon Kings charged out, roaring as they rushed toward the Great Desolate Mountain side.

On the Great Desolate Mountain side, the Great Demon King Yuan Zhang produced a lightning-flickering spear from thin air, pointed it forward, and shouted coldly, "Kill!"

"Kill!"

Behind him, all the generals were filled with rage. As they roared, they shifted from their human forms into their more powerful half-demon forms, rushing toward the enemy commanders.

The atmosphere of the battlefield ignited. Lu Wufei, however, felt cold as ice. He did not shift his form; instead, a long staff emitting cyan light appeared in his hand. He twirled it and looked at Bai Yunxiao, who was slightly slower, and said, "Brother, take care of yourself!"

"Brother!" Bai Yunxiao nodded heavily. He understood something and said in a low voice, "You too!"

According to their original plan, they were supposed to look after each other. But given the major trouble his brother had encountered, Bai Yunxiao could only fight alone.

"Yes, take care!" Lu Wufei nodded seriously, then shot forward like an arrow. Within a few breaths, he was at the front of the formation, his speed far exceeding all the other demon commanders.

Watching his brother’s back, Bai Yunxiao took a deep breath, gripped a long spear emitting pale yellow light, and followed closely behind.

"Such speed!" Lu Wufei, using his perfected "Inch Step" divine ability, moved like a phantom, quickly passing one demon commander after another. This caused several commanders to look over in surprise. Regardless of his strength, his speed and footwork were something most commanders could not match. Among them, three demon commanders who had been instructed by the Second King to keep their eyes on Lu Wufei exchanged glances, understood each other, and accelerated to follow.

"Hmph." Sensing the three demons following closely behind, Lu Wufei sneered in his heart. He had guessed correctly—the Great Demon King had already set other commanders on him.

"Heh." Since they were being so blatant, he was actually less afraid.

"Kill!" The sounds of battle from the approaching Fengyun Ridge commanders reached him. Lu Wufei stopped thinking and focused his mind. Seeing a monkey demon rushing toward him, he gripped his iron staff tighter, stepped forward, and instantly vanished.

The monkey demon’s eyes widened. Lu Wufei appeared out of thin air above him, holding the staff with both hands and smashing it down with all his might. The monkey demon, also wielding a staff, changed expression and hurriedly raised his weapon to block.

"Bang!"

Lu Wufei’s staff landed! Thunder exploded, and sparks flew. The monkey demon, blocking with both hands, felt an irresistible, monstrous force. In an instant, not only did he realize that his staff was dented, but the boundless force from the weapon caused the webs of his hands to burst, blood spraying everywhere. His body could not bear the burden; he fell to his knees, and the massive residual force made it impossible for him to stand, sending him plummeting downward.

Victory decided in one strike. Lu Wufei did not let up. He knew that the Great Demon King of the Great Desolate Mountain was an ape-monkey demon. With the "buff" of the Great Demon King, his fighting spirit and rage against the monkey demon were at an all-time high. He dove down, caught up to the monkey demon who was trying to steady himself and escape, and swung again.

The monkey demon, terrified by the first strike, was caught off guard. "Bang!" Another loud boom echoed. Lu Wufei knocked the monkey demon’s staff from his hands and followed through, smashing the weapon into the monkey demon’s chest.

"Thud!" A heart-trembling dull sound followed. The monkey demon’s chest caved in, and he let out a shrill, continuous scream. Even with such injuries, the monkey demon did not die immediately, only screaming in terror as he tried to flee—the physical toughness of demons was evident. Lu Wufei moved forward, raising his staff to finish him off.

"You bastard, how dare you!" A roar suddenly came, followed by a beam of golden light shooting toward him. Lu Wufei immediately retreated, parrying the golden light with his staff.

"Bang!" A golden iron rod was knocked flying. A golden-furred ape rushed over from the distance.

"Hmph." Looking at the furious ape, Lu Wufei sneered. He leaped toward the golden iron rod, and simultaneously, two golden rays shot from his body toward the heavily wounded, terrified black-furred monkey demon.

To save the monkey, his precious staff would surely be taken by the black-robed wolf demon. To keep the staff, the monkey would certainly die! Seeing this, the golden-furred ape’s eyes widened in fury.

"You deserve to die!" The golden ape, eyes bloodshot and filled with pain and rage, charged at Lu Wufei. He chose the monkey demon.

"Bang, bang..." Two golden needles, mid-grade magical artifacts, were knocked away by the golden ape’s black staff. Lu Wufei grabbed the long staff that was pulsing with golden light and shivering slightly with spirit. With his divine sense, he brutally destroyed the imprint left by the golden ape and felt the quality of the staff in his hand.

"A mid-grade magical treasure!"

"Hahahaha..." Having seized a mid-grade magical treasure—and a staff, his weapon of choice—Lu Wufei laughed out loud in joy. He looked toward the golden ape, his cyan staff disappearing and being replaced by the more radiant golden staff. The golden ape’s strength was already at the late stage of the Demon Commander realm, making him the strongest opponent Lu Wufei had faced.

To beat someone with their own weapon! Lu Wufei’s talent for provocation was also fully leveled up.

"Golden-furred bastard!" Lu Wufei roared, charging toward the two monkey demons. "Now it's your turn!"

At this moment, the golden ape roared at the wounded black monkey, who had consumed a medicinal pill, "Run!"

All over the sky, demon commanders were engaged in fierce battle. The black monkey immediately flew downward. Lu Wufei was extremely fast, rushing in front of the golden ape, then vanishing instantly. The golden ape’s pupils contracted, and he retreated, holding his black staff in a defensive posture, on high alert.

One breath! Two breaths! Three breaths! The wolf demon had not appeared, and the golden ape grew anxious. Just then, a familiar scream came from below: "Big brother, save me!"

The golden ape’s expression changed drastically. He looked down and saw his second brother, who was almost at the battlefield below, about to be overtaken by the black-robed wolf demon.

"You deserve to die!" The golden ape’s eyes turned bloodshot, his rage reaching a peak! He threw his black staff downward without hesitation, his body following like a bolt of lightning.

Meanwhile, high above, the three demon commanders who had been monitoring Lu Wufei were shocked. Abandoning their own opponents, they turned and flew downward.

"Where are you running!" their opponents shouted, pursuing them. But after a few steps, seeing that the others were chasing something rather than fleeing, they stopped and turned to attack other commanders in the sky.

In the sky below, the black monkey demon, even at full strength, was much slower than Lu Wufei, let alone in his current wounded state. In a few breaths, Lu Wufei dashed forward using his footwork, appeared behind the black monkey, and smashed down with the golden staff.

"Crack!" A sound like shattering porcelain rang out. Lu Wufei saw a palm-sized porcelain shard break into three pieces and fall from the monkey demon. His only protective artifact was destroyed. The monkey demon grew even more terrified as he fled toward the ground.

Just then, Lu Wufei sensed wind behind him. He turned and saw a black light descending from the sky, so he dodged. The black light shot straight toward the black monkey. "Bang!" It struck the black monkey square in the back, sending the panic-stricken, swaying demon plummeting into the mountain forest below.

Lu Wufei caught the flying black staff, turned, and smiled at the golden ape who was rapidly descending. He then accelerated toward the ground.

In mid-air, the golden ape, witnessing this again, felt his rage boil over. He felt a sweetness in his throat—a surge of heart-blood—which he forced down. Another weapon appeared in his hand—this time a glowing halberd. Seeing his second brother lying on the ground, life or death unknown, the golden ape threw the halberd downward again.

"Bang!" Lu Wufei landed right behind the black monkey, smashing the golden staff into the monkey’s head. Instantly, brains splattered. The black monkey demon was dead!

Lu Wufei casually stored the rapidly expanding corpse of the black monkey into his internal storage space. He looked up again and saw the golden ape, eyes bloodshot, roaring in fury: "White wolf! I will kill you! Aaaaah!"

He also saw the three demon commanders from the Great Desolate Mountain chasing him. Lu Wufei grinned, sneered, and instantly tunneled into the earth, disappearing.

A few breaths later, the furious golden ape looked at the messy wilderness and saw the three demon commanders from the Great Desolate Mountain chasing after him. Though enraged, he hadn't lost his mind. Seeing that the leopard demon leading the group was no less powerful than himself, the golden ape flew away into the distance.

Before long, he flew back into the sky above the battlefield, saw another white wolf figure on the Great Desolate Mountain side, and roared furiously: "The white wolf must die!" He then lunged toward Bai Yunxiao.

On the battlefield below, a leopard demon, a sheep demon, and a fox demon stood over the forest where Lu Wufei had vanished. The leopard demon said in a low voice, "Old Hu, how is it? Can you find the white wolf's trail?"

"Don't rush." As the fox demon spoke, his nose expanded ten times over. He took a deep breath and pointed to the west. "Over there! The wolf demon escaped that way!"

"Chase!" The leopard demon ordered, and they shot toward the west.

They were fast! Lu Wufei, transformed into a grey wolf, glanced at the leopard demon flying rapidly above. He tunneled into the earth again and vanished.

Soon, the three demons were back over the forest where he had disappeared. The leopard demon said, "Old Hu, it's up to you."

"Don't worry, with his scent on him, he can't escape!" The fox demon used his divine ability again and pointed west. "West! He's still heading west!"

"Chase!" The leopard demon sped off.

Before long, with his eye-based divine ability, the leopard demon saw the white wolf dashing through the forest, but this time, he had turned into a wild boar.

"That white wolf is truly skilled!" The leopard demon had seen all his previous displays—the transformations, the phantom footwork, the untraceable earth-tunneling—and was increasingly shocked.

"White wolf, where are you running!" the leopard demon roared again.

Lu Wufei was shocked. Being accurately pursued again—was he marked? Was he being tracked by some ability? Seeing the leopard demon fly toward him, Lu Wufei tunneled into the earth again.

"Old Hu..." Not long after, the leopard demon caught up to him in the west again. This time, without any hesitation, the moment he was discovered, Lu Wufei pulled out the golden staff and lunged at the leopard demon in mid-air! He was being tracked; if he didn't kill these three, he couldn't escape!

"Die!" Lu Wufei leaped from the ground, roaring as he smashed the golden staff at the leopard demon. Facing the fierce white wolf, the late-stage demon commander leopard demon didn't dare to be careless. He produced a triangular steel fork and met the attack.

"Bang!"

Just one strike! The leopard demon’s expression changed abruptly. He retreated dozens of steps before steadying himself, his fork and arm trembling uncontrollably.

"Damn, this wolf has great strength! And that golden staff is extraordinary!" His high-grade steel fork’s formation had been destabilized by the blow.

"That golden monkey is truly trash!" the leopard demon cursed. If it hadn't been for the monkey losing his weapon, this wolf wouldn't be so troublesome.

Lu Wufei didn't know what he was thinking. He wanted to kill these three while the Great Desolate Mountain kings were occupied. He lunged again, staff raised! The leopard demon carefully blocked with his fork.

Just then, Lu Wufei opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out.

"ROAR!" An invisible tiger roar rang out—not in the leopard’s ears, but in his mind. In an instant, the leopard demon felt darkness and a piercing pain in his brain.

Lu Wufei’s staff was already there. "Bang!" A loud explosion! The leopard demon, shaking from the pain, was knocked off balance and fell toward the ground. But the leopard demon reacted quickly, using his divine sense despite the pain. A pink gauze garment appeared on his body, wrapping around him as he fell.

"Leopard Head! Leopard Head!" The fox and sheep demons, slower to catch up, roared as they saw the leopard fall.

"I won't let you three reunite!" Lu Wufei’s eyes flashed with malice. A ray of cyan light shot out as he lunged at the falling leopard demon with his golden staff! The mid-grade magical artifact "Cyan Wind Blade" was incredibly fast, piercing the pink gauze garment—which only slowed it for a breath—and passing through the leopard’s back and chest.

"Pfft!" The leopard demon vomited blood and plummeted further. Lu Wufei directed the Cyan Wind Blade to pursue the wounded leopard while he lunged at the incoming sheep and fox demons with his staff.

Seeing the wolf lunging at them, the sheep and fox demons changed expression and raised their weapons. Just then, a melodious bell rang: "Ding-a-ling."

The sheep and fox demons shuddered, their faces changing. Lu Wufei suddenly changed direction, flying into the sky above them, and roared, "Behold my Heaven and Earth Technique!"

With a wave of his sleeves, the sky turned dark and the earth shook. It was like the end of the world—a source-less gale rose, swallowing everything. In the center of the wind, the sheep and fox demons, whose souls had been shattered by the "Soul-Startling Bell," struggled in agony. Below them, the leopard demon, already pierced twice by the Wind Blade and near death, had no strength to resist and was swept up into the massive sleeves.

Lu Wufei flicked his divine sense. "Ding-a-ling!" The bell rang again, and the sheep and fox demons, unable to endure, were swept into his sleeves.

The battlefield, swept clean by the "Sleeve Heaven and Earth," was cleaner than if a dog had licked it. With nothing left to do, Lu Wufei did not delay. He landed in the forest and vanished completely.