Chapter 513: Indigenous Demon Clan

The wind and rain have not ceased.

The morning light in the dense forest is very dim.

Bu Fan had half a pig's leg meat in his mouth, looked at Heng Xian's expression, and hesitated: 'Is there a problem?'

Heng Xian said: 'What do you think?'

Bu Fan thought for a moment: 'Could those people be following us?'

As his words fell, a dense rustling sound arose in the distance.

Bu Fan's complexion changed.

Heng Xian picked up a wooden stick, extinguished the fire, his aura condensed, and he sat motionless.

Whooo—

From the four directions—east, south, west, north—came successive strange sounds, like the blowing of a horn.

Bu Fan suddenly stood up and looked toward the north.

There, an old man wearing a fur coat walked out from behind a large tree.

The old man's face was extremely grim, like the ice and snow of a midwinter December.

Bu Fan first looked at him in surprise, then saw a wrinkled, curly tail behind him, quickly stepped back a few paces, and said to Heng Xian: 'Master, it's them, it's them—these guys have followed us!'

Heng Xian rubbed his forehead: 'Bu Fan, did you get your brain caught in a door, or are you an undercover agent? How could you not see something so obvious?'

Bu Fan broke into a sweat on his forehead: 'I was careless, I didn't expect this! This...'

Whooo—

The horn blasts grew denser; from the four directions—east, south, west, north—four youths with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks leapt out, wearing short jackets and simple cloth, holding horn-like wine flasks, swiftly scrambling up the trees and cheerfully blowing.

The horn blasts sounded like a signal for armies to face off, and hundreds of youths in long robes dragging their tails came swarming from all around, each with pale complexions and pointed chins, looking somewhat eerie.

Bu Fan's body began to tremble: 'Just a moment ago there were only a dozen or so, and they already had us captured; now several hundred have arrived, Master—I can't hold them off!'

Heng Xian said seriously: 'How about sending you out to make amends?'

Bu Fan wore a expression that was neither crying nor laughing: 'No, no need, right? We're all brothers!'

Outsiders!

At that moment, the old man in the fur coat coldly said: 'You've crossed the border!'

Bu Fan trembled as he edged up to Heng Xian, lowering his head and daring not to speak.

Heng Xian continued eating the pork: 'Crossed the border? What border?'

The fur‑clad old man said: 'This place is the ancestral territory of my Azure Fox Clan; outsiders are forbidden entry, and by trespassing you have committed a heinous crime!'

Heng Xian laughed: 'Mountains and wilderness are ownerless—how can they be your territory?'

The fur elder said: 'We have lived here for ten thousand years!'

Heng Xian rolled up his sleeves: 'Then how do you know we weren't the masters of this place twenty thousand years ago?'

That's hilarious!

Beside the fur‑clad elder stepped a tall, well‑built youth with a single braid, his buttocks bearing an extraordinarily bright red tail: 'You humans are barely over twenty years old—what nonsense about twenty thousand years? Do you think we're eating dry rations?'

'What evidence do you have that you've lived here for ten thousand years? If you're going to brag, bring proof!'

Heng Xian said seriously.

Uh...

The fur‑clad elder and the handsome‑tailed youth fell into contemplation.

After a while, the elder said lightly: 'Our ancestors passed it down that we have lived here generation after generation—what proof do we need?'

'So you're just arguing?' Heng Xian spread his hands, 'You say you've lived here ten thousand years, but this place is clearly where we've lived twenty thousand years—give us a solution! Matters must be settled!'

Uh...

The elder and the youth seemed to be encountering this kind of dialogue for the first time, and they were somewhat dazed.

After three breaths of silence, the elder said in a deep voice: 'Stop lying—your aura is not that of the demon realm; you come from the outside world, is it not?'

The Leader has clearly said that outsiders who dare to enter shall be killed without mercy! Come on!

Squeak!

From the four directions—east, south, west, north—two or three hundred sharp‑jawed men approached, holding long fur, their blue tails swaying, angry faces, especially chilling.

'Master, holy shit, these monsters are all at the Qi Hai Realm!' Bu Fan panicked a little, edging closer to Heng Xian again.

Heng Xian remained unmoved, continuing to eat the pork leisurely, and said to the elder: 'Your tribal chief has done a poor job, sending your underlings to die—you harbor ill intentions, pitying a bunch of good kids!'

The attacking group of blue‑tailed men staggered, obviously never having heard such demoralizing talk before.

The fur‑clad elder shouted angrily: 'Nonsense! You outsiders are habitual liars; I sent my tribesmen to defend our homeland—how could there be any talk of sending them to die?'

Heng Xian rose, pointed at the elder, and said with a kind face: 'Brothers, he claims you are defending your homeland—tell me, have we infringed upon your homeland? Have we disturbed you?'

The group of blue‑tailed men looked at each other, as if… indeed they had not been disturbed.

Heng Xian continued: 'You don't know where I'm from, nor my cultivation level; if my cultivation were supreme and I slaughtered you, wouldn't you have died in vain? Don't you have wives and children?'

Don't you have lovely lovers? Don't you have great ambitions? Don't you dream of… that Leader, dominating a realm, surrounded by beauties? Don't you? Who would willingly be a useless lackey? Who is a fool? Are you?

The group of blue‑tailed men were dumbfounded again; someone couldn't help but say: 'We have dreams! We're not idiots!'

Heng Xian furiously raised his arms and shouted: 'Supreme Leader, do you have the guts?'

'Do you have the guts!!'

The group of blue‑tailed men pondered a moment, understood what 'Do you have the guts?' meant, and involuntarily joined in shouting.

'We refuse to be subservient to people!'

Heng Xian shouted again.

'We won't be subservient!' the blue‑tailed youths shouted.

'We will rise!'

"Rise!"

"For the future!"

"For the future!"

"A tailor who doesn't cook isn't a good driver!"

"Good driver!"

The crowd's fervor rose, echoing through the mountains and forests.

The sable-fur old man and the fiery-red-tailed youth were dumbfounded, mouths agape, their cane and weapons falling to the ground.

Sun Bufan also was dumbfounded, hesitantly looking at Heng Xian: "Xian, Master Xian, that's a bit high!"

Heng Xian gave a faint smile and said softly: "Corporate culture, multi-level marketing model—you might not understand, but for these little demons who have long dwelt in the mountains and never seen the world, it's simply extremely useful!"

Saying this, he again shouted toward the blue-tailed youths: "Future leader kings, do you believe in me?"

"Believe!" the blue-tailed youths shouted loudly.

"Very good!"

Heng Xian pointed at the sable-fur old man and the fiery-red-tailed youth, saying: "Now they are the stumbling blocks blocking your path to success; what do you say we do about them?"

"Kill!" a group of blue-tailed youths aimed their long spears at the sable-fur old man and the fiery-red-tailed youth.

"Um..."

The sable-fur old man and the fiery-red-tailed youth instinctively stepped back.

(End of chapter)