Chapter 293: You Wretch, Why Don't You Quickly Reveal Your True Form!

"Demon Monk!"

"Ahead lies the Black Mountain territory. Do you really intend to perish together with me?"

Five days had passed since Tang Luo began chasing the Tree Demon Granny.

Over these five days, Tang Luo ground the Tree Demon Granny into fleeing like a chicken, and also exterminated three demons that had been scourges in their regions.

There were another two that were law-abiding and kept to themselves; Tang Luo did not act against them.

In five days he gained a fair amount of merit power, had some harvest, and also completed two missions; his mood was good.

Tang Luo's mood was good, but the Tree Demon Granny was desperate and frenzied, like a dying man's final struggle and roar.

In these five days he also understood what scheme the demon monk pursuing him from behind was playing at.

However, the other party's strength was indeed extraordinarily powerful; no matter which demon he faced, even those with strength not far from his own, it was nothing more than reaching out a hand and grabbing.

That descending great hand was simply like a heavenly tribulation, impossible to resist.

The current Tree Demon Granny had long since lost the enormity she possessed at first sight.

Her original root system and rooted ground had shrunk to less than a hundred square meters, and a great willow tree had also shrunk to normal size, with a hollow in the middle.

She looked withered and dying; a face that shifted between male and female flickered on the willow tree, emitting incomparably resentful shrieks.

As for her avatar, it had long been crushed underfoot by Tang Luo during the chase.

"Oh, have we reached Black Mountain Ravine?" Tang Luo said casually.

Originally he had obtained the location of Black Mountain Ravine from the Snake Demon, but it was a fairly ancient description of the location, different from the present; cross-referencing ancient texts only gave a broad range.

Tang Luo also did not deliberately go search for it first, letting things take their natural course.

Black Mountain Ravine does not flaunt mountains and waters; the Longya Dao Gate only knows of it but not clearly, and it is not the kind of place where demons dance in chaos that must be converted.

Now the Tree Demon Granny had been forced to the limit by him, and finally arrived at this Black Mountain Ravine.

Tang Luo was somewhat curious — this place that does not show much mountains and waters in the mortal world, where even few cultivators have heard of it, yet enjoys a fierce reputation among demons, what kind of place is it really?

"Perish together?" Tang Luo laughed. "You run a bit further ahead."

But he stopped, no longer continuing the pursuit.

The Tree Demon Granny also "took root" on the spot; during this period she had constantly shifted position, expending a large amount of essence blood, and was now already approaching a state of oil exhausted, lamp dried.

As early as two hours ago she had already been unable to shift further; if not for a strange treasure by her side, she could barely maintain a not-slow movement speed.

She would certainly have been caught and pinched to death by this demon monk in one grab.

Just looking at Tang Luo's current appearance, the Tree Demon Granny's "head" — clouded by anger, fear, and despair — suddenly cleared a few degrees; he had survived until now.

Where was it relying on some strange treasure? It was simply because this demon monk had no intention of killing him!

This Black Mountain Ravine before his eyes was probably the end of this journey, his burial ground!

"Hahahaha!"

The Tree Demon Granny laughed loudly, her voice indescribably bleak.

"Who is making a ruckus before the ravine waters!"

A clear, lovely voice carrying displeasure cut off the Tree Demon Granny's laughter.

The Tree Demon Granny's loud laughter halted abruptly; the willow main body kept swaying, transforming, turning into human form.

However this human form was also rather strange — limbs were no different from withered tree branches, the body maintained a human torso, but the head atop was a wooden head.

Yet it bore two faces, one male and one female, twisted, resentful, ultimately turning into an ingratiating expression.

"So it's you, this tree demon. What business brings you here?"

The speaker was a young girl of fifteen or sixteen, a pair of beast ears atop her head, clad in splendid attire; a fiery red fox tail could be seen swaying behind her.

Behind her followed several little fox demons, transformed seven or eight parts; they looked a bit comical, and also a bit shocking.

"This demon monk wants to exterminate all demons under heaven; I beg the Black Mountain Demon King to save my life!" The Tree Demon Granny threw herself down in prostration, bowing to this little demon whose cultivation and Dao conduct were far beneath her own.

Only seeking a thread of survival.

As long as this demon monk and Black Mountain Ravine clashed, she would live!

"So this is the Black Mountain Demon King?" The little fox demon chuckled lightly, looking at the Tree Demon Granny, tone mocking. "The Young Master has spoken: if a demon has not created killing karma, coming to my Black Mountain Ravine, he can shelter them. If they harbored ill thoughts and sneaked out secretly, he would not care anymore either."

"But such demons, still coming to Black Mountain Ravine to seek aid, is a dead end."

"Also, demons who have created killing karma, do not come to my Black Mountain Ravine either, disturbing the Young Master's peace; do you think he won't kill 'people'?"

These words made the Tree Demon Granny's two faces twist and shift continuously.

"This demon monk wants to exterminate all demons under heaven; the Demon King can no longer stay out of it!" The Tree Demon Granny shrieked miserably; she had no way to defend herself, and could only drag Black Mountain Ravine down with her.

The little fox demon's gaze shifted, looking at Tang Luo and asking: "Little Master, you shouldn't have any designs on my Black Mountain Ravine, right? Black Mountain Ravine has always been law-abiding and minds its own business, not meddling in worldly affairs."

It seemed like yielding, but was actually very arrogant.

Being able to force the Tree Demon Granny into such a wretched state — however you put it, he is a powerhouse among Golden Core cultivators.

Yet the little fox demon directly addressed him as "Little Master"; this relates to Tang Luo's youthful appearance, but also shows her trust in the Black Mountain Old Demon's strength.

"That depends on whether what you, this little fox demon, say is true." Tang Luo said.

Law-abiding demons that settle peacefully in one place — he also had no interest in cleaning them up.

Even if the "bias" of merit power leans toward the human dao, one would not randomly gain merit just by killing a little demon.

If Black Mountain Ravine is indeed peacefully settled, Tang Luo would just give them a slight warning, confirm they won't cause any harm to Great You, and that would be enough.

As for the future, future matters Tang Luo simply would not bother with.

Protecting Great You is for the mission, not because he truly empathizes and regards Great You as home and country.

These words, in that little fox demon's ears, were grating to the extreme — to question whether what she said was true?

She had truly never seen anyone who so disregarded Black Mountain Ravine.

Glaring at Tang Luo, the little fox demon showed a baring-fangs-and-waving-claws posture; the group of little demons behind her also bared their teeth at Tang Luo.

The Tree Demon Granny, on the other hand, was secretly delighted; this demon monk was so arrogant, he actually directly clashed with Black Mountain Ravine.

The arrogance of the Black Mountain Ravine is clearly no weaker than that of this demon monk—if anything, it's stronger.

The two sides are likely about to clash.

"Little Master, you sure have a big mouth." As expected, after glaring a few times, the little fox's tone grew increasingly unfriendly: "What business of Black Mountain Ravine is it of yours to interfere?"

As she spoke, a rustling sound came from the surrounding thicket.

A group of sprites appeared one after another, surrounding Tang Luo, each of various kinds, yet the only commonality among them was that they were all "female."

The Heavenly Howling Dog perched on Tang Luo's shoulder leapt to the ground, revealing a set of sharp little teeth.

Before the surrounding sprites could react to this adorable little fox spirit—whether with mockery or affectionate laughter—

A wolf's howl and roar echoed through the heavens.

The Heavenly Howling Dog instantly entered battle mode, a colossal wolf seemingly burning with black flames appearing before the demons demanding money, its blood-red eyes sweeping across.

Causing the group of sprites to retreat one after another.

Although a few had joined forces, their overt strength might not necessarily be unable to match the Heavenly Howling Dog in combat.

But these sprites had long lived under the protection of the Old Demon of Black Mountain, their innate ferocity nearly worn away.

The Heavenly Howling Dog had originally followed Yang Jian, even bitten Sun Wukong, then a remnant soul reincarnated as a demon, and later followed Tang Luo.

With such a slaughter-filled background, it was no trivial matter, instantly intimidating these sprites.

"Demon monk, you truly intend to move against Black Mountain Ravine!" The taunting of the Tree Demon Granny could be said to be rather clumsy.

Nevertheless, it doesn't matter—the standoff between the two sides has already formed, and battle is imminent.

Once the Old Demon of Black Mountain appears, the matter can be settled.

Indeed, before the Heavenly Howling Dog could continue releasing its sky-shaking demonic aura, deep in the mountain forest, the faint sound of trickling stream water that had been barely audible suddenly vanished.

"Who dares to come to my Black Mountain Ravine and cause trouble?" A cold, proud voice echoed.

Yet the newcomer's posture was remarkably grand.

Several tall female demons, attendants of Elder Xu, carried an extraordinarily luxurious palanquin, its sides latticed like a small pavilion, curtains obscuring the view inside.

Only a few figures could be vaguely seen half-reclining within, in an intimate pose.

Many sprites gathered around.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master!"

As the palanquin appeared, a flock of orioles and swallows fluttered over, their brows and eyes full of countless charms.

The Tree Demon Granny's face twitched involuntarily—who could have imagined that the mighty Old Demon of Black Mountain actually possessed such licentious and depraved virtue?

What "peaceful governance of a region" truly was, was merely a grand harem maintained by the Old Demon of Black Mountain.

He spent all day indulging in the pleasure quarters, unwilling to emerge.

But for the Tree Demon Granny and these other demons, this was also a good thing—if the Old Demon of Black Mountain truly harbored grand ambitions, these demons who stirred up trouble abroad would likely have long since come to nothing.

"Sever an arm, roll away—I, the Young Master, spare your life." The Old Demon of Black Mountain lay in the pleasure quarters within the palanquin, unwilling to act, unwilling to glance outward, burying his head in the embrace of a nearby female demon, constantly nuzzling, speaking unclearly.

Tang Luo's expression, however, was strange—clearly revealing an emotion that could not yet be put into words.

This made the Tree Demon Granny's face light up with joy—this demon monk, at last, also found him troublesome.

"Change back." Tang Luo spoke to the Heavenly Howling Dog.

The Heavenly Howling Dog obediently reverted to cat form, leaping onto Tang Luo's shoulder.

And as Tang Luo spoke those words, the demons all felt the surrounding atmosphere shift, the air seeming to grow heavier by several degrees.

An inexplicable pressure weighed down.

Yet this pressure did not come from the white-robed monk surrounded—indeed, he had no intention of fighting to the death.

Rather, it came from the Black Mountain Demon King in the palanquin, who had ceased his original motion, his body stiffening like wood, the heavy sensation emanating from him.

"Young…… Master……" The female demon, originally smiling coquettishly, asked anxiously, feeling the Young Master in her arms as solid as stone.

"What? Still want the master to beg you?"

Tang Luo's face turned cold as he spoke.

"Whoosh—"

A gust of wild wind swept in, and before the demons' eyes blurred, they saw a white figure appear before the monk.

With a "thud," he knelt directly.

Clutching the other's leg, he wailed: "Master! It's really you! I've suffered so much!"

Truly, hearing it breaks the heart, seeing it brings tears.

Tang Luo remained unmoved, kicking out: "Wretched creature, still not revealing your true form!"