Daoist Competition-Chapter 212 - 75 Demon Cultivator’s Deliberation - Dispute Over a Pill

Deep within Perch Eagle Land, Xiaoming Peak stands as the final mountain occupied by the demonic cultivators, home to the cave mansion of Jin Tanggong, one of the Hua Dan demon cultivators. Beyond this point, there is no retreat. Thus, no matter how Mingcang Sect attacked in the past days, this place has yet to be abandoned.

Four Great Demons of Hua Dan, each previously commanding a domain in the Land Continent, have now abandoned their respective cave mansions under Mingcang Sect’s pressure and gathered here.

Towering at three zhang, Jin Tanggong, with golden hair and eyebrows and a powerful frame, stood at the mountain peak gazing ahead, sighing, "In two more days, Mingcang Sect will launch another assault against us. I’ve heard they recently added three new Hua Dan cultivators, bringing their numbers to six. It seems Xiaoming Peak won’t hold for much longer. If we don’t abandon it soon, the only fate left for us is dying on this spot."

Behind him was a large, angular stone table, rough-hewn with crude craftsmanship that betrayed it was created by chopping and chiseling. Atop it lay roasted golden-crisp boar, tiger, wolf meat, mountain fruits, and fine wine. Three Hua Dan demon cultivators were clustered around it, each tearing voraciously into the food and exchanging drinks, showing no hint of the embarrassment of being driven from their homes by Mingcang Sect.

Upon hearing Jin Tanggong’s words, one of the demon cultivators, bald, scab-ridden, and so gaunt his bones seemed ready to pierce his skin, turned and chuckled, "Lord Jin, why lament? Mingcang Sect has walked right into our trap in these past days. Do they truly believe we’re powerless to resist? When we depart, we’ll activate the ’Eight-direction Inverted Chaos Array’ on this island, trapping those Mingcang Sect disciples within it. Then we’ll have leverage to bargain. You think your cave mansion will slip away from your grasp?"

"Brother Lan speaks true. Though Little King Mountain might not match Lord Jin’s prestige, it’s still one of the finest in the front regions of the Land Continent. Surely it’s not something to abandon so casually? Didn’t Master Luo say that sacrifice brings reward? Sister Shan, wouldn’t you agree?"

The speaker, a rotund demon cultivator with protruding lips and buck teeth, spoke in a booming voice. A deep-brown tuft of hair adorned the back of his head, swaying in the wind as he talked and occasionally reaching out to stroke it. His lustful eyes frequently darted toward the female demon seated across from him.

That female demon had a complexion as radiant as peach blossoms, a supple waist like a willow’s branch, and skin delicate as white jade. Her eyelids bore a light pink makeup resembling fragrant rouge, while her mesmerizing eyes seemed capable of stealing souls, exuding a seductive charm as if they might drip water. Yet, she appeared uninterested in Zhao Xiong, dangling a wine pot from a single finger and leaning lazily against the stone table without speaking.

Jin Tanggong snorted derisively, "Do you think I lament this cave mansion? For us demons, if we lose a dwelling, we can always seize another. I merely marvel at how Master Luo, without lifting a finger, handed us only a single token and a set of formation flags, forcing us to fight and bleed here. His calculated finesse is truly remarkable."

The female demon surnamed Shan chuckled lightly, "Brother Jin, why speak so? We retreated as easily as we did precisely due to Master Luo’s promise. Even if the cave mansion cannot be reclaimed, at worst, we can become sacrifices under his roof. Should we grow uncomfortable living there, we can leave. With our cultivation levels, would any Demon King refuse to shelter us?"

As soon as she spoke, Zhao Xiong eagerly chimed in, "Indeed, indeed! Miss Shan is the most perceptive among us. Following you is certainly the right choice." Speaking, he kept shaking the tuft of hair behind his head as if projecting an imposing aura.

The female demon felt disgust. Spitting in contempt, she turned her face away. Zhao Xiong, unfazed, laughed heartily at her coy demeanor. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Jin Tanggong returned to the table, sat down, grabbed a wine urn the size of a water jar, and poured it into his mouth with a few gurgles. After wiping his mouth, he scoffed, "In the end, it’s still because Master Luo refuses to exert his forces. If he were willing to send two Nascent Soul cultivators, how could we be so thoroughly disgraced?"

Miss Shan sneered, "Mingcang Sect isn’t short of Nascent Soul cultivators, are they? If it came to direct confrontation, wouldn’t Master Luo suffer greater losses? Brother Jin, you’re aware of this. Without those Nascent Soul clansmen, how could Master Luo suppress other tribes? Unless cornered, would he dare sacrifice them? If Bixue Pond were lost, relying on his high-level clansmen, he could still seize another cave mansion. Without those clansmen, even with a grand mansion, could he hold it?"

The gaunt, bald demon cultivator chuckled and interjected, "Everyone, let’s not dwell on this. Without Master Luo’s formation flags, what choice do we have? If that slaughterer Ning Chongxuan broke in one day, could we even resist?"

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