Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

He seemed to have received some reward today, walking unsteadily with a hint of drunkenness on his face, and carrying a half-empty wine jar in his hand. Several old demon soldiers who were close to him in the cave immediately surrounded him upon seeing this.

"Master Lu, has this... made a fortune?"

"Hehe," the old deer demon burped, slamming the wine jar down on the ground. He lowered his voice, but couldn't hide his boastfulness. "Today, Tiger Manager's brother, who is also our cave's Tiger Vanguard, somehow managed to get some top-quality blood and meat. He's in a great mood and rewarded each of our leaders with a jar of fine wine!"

Upon hearing this, all the demons showed expressions of envy.

The blond-haired boy remained curled up, not even lifting his eyelids, his breathing steady and long, as if he were already fast asleep, but his ears were already perked up.

After a few drinks, the old deer demon opened up completely. He put his arm around the shoulder of a trusted wolf demon and boasted drunkenly:

"You...you newcomers know nothing! You only know that our King is incredibly powerful, but you have no idea how powerful his background is!"

"Oh? Master Lu, could you tell me about it?" The wolf demon, being adept at handling situations, quickly chimed in.

"Heh..." The old deer demon chuckled smugly, lowering his voice even further, "Our king... he came down from Mount Ling! A true Buddhist enlightened being!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding lesser demons all gasped in shock.

Mount Ling! That's the realm of the Buddhas and Taoists of the Western Paradise, the legendary Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!

"This...how is this possible? If Your Majesty is a member of the Buddhist order, why would you occupy this mountain and become a king?"

"You wouldn't understand..." A mysterious glint flashed in the old deer demon's drunken eyes. "I heard from an old man who descended to the mortal realm with the Great King years ago... that our Great King, back in the days on Mount Ling, was in charge of the Glazed Lamp! The Glazed Lamp... what a treasure that is! It's a treasure placed before the Buddha!"

"Later...hehe..." He changed the subject, his voice carrying a strange undertone, "Later, the king...not only found an opportunity to steal the lamp oil, but also swiped a shard of a glass lamp with lamp oil residue on it. That's why...that's why he descended to the mortal realm, living a carefree life, becoming king and ancestor!"

Having said that, he said no more, just hugged the wine jar and chuckled foolishly.

The surrounding lesser demons were completely bewildered, but dared not ask any more questions. They simply kept this secret as something to boast about and kept it in their hearts.

Fragments of a crystal lamp! The source of the Yellow Wind Monster's Samadhi Divine Wind lies in the lamp oil within it!

Fan Yuan's eyes lit up.

That lamp oil from before the Buddha, which transformed a yellow-haired weasel and enabled it to cultivate unparalleled supernatural powers! Even if it was just residue, the Daoist essence contained within it was enough to bring immense benefits to this mere Qi Refining cultivator!

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In the following days, Huang Mao's clone continued to hide in Team C3, maintaining the most low-key and diligent image.

He never lagged behind on patrols, always volunteered for the dirtiest and hardest jobs, and was respectful to his superiors and humble to his colleagues. This attitude finally earned him an unexpected job.

That day, the old deer demon summoned him and instructed him: "A few days ago, Tiger Vanguard led his men to rob a batch of food supplies. The warehouse is short-handed, so they specifically requested a few quick and honest people to help with the unloading. I've reported you. Be smart, and if you do a good job, you'll be rewarded."

"Thank you, Lord Lu, for your support!"

Huang Mao'er's heart skipped a beat, but his face showed overwhelming joy and surprise. He knew that this was the opportunity he had been dreaming of to step into the interior of Huangfeng Cave.

Led by a warehouse manager, Huang Mao'er and several other lesser demons who had been selected passed through the majestic main entrance built of black stone for the first time.

The moment you step through the cave entrance, an even denser and more complex demonic aura rushes towards you. Suddenly, a vast stone platform, as wide as a training ground, opens up before you. This is the front courtyard of Huangfeng Cave.

The ground was paved with bluestone, polished to an exceptionally smooth finish, and fluttered in the wind blowing in from the cave entrance. The flags on both sides were decorated with various animal heads.

Dozens of demon soldiers were practicing formations under the command of a leopard-headed demon general, their roars shaking the heavens and exuding a murderous aura.

Directly opposite the gate was an even deeper and larger passageway, its destination unknown. At the entrance of the passageway, two armored demon generals, whose auras far surpassed those of ordinary demon soldiers, stood holding spears, their expressions cold and their eyes like lightning. Clearly, this was a crucial point leading to the core of the cave.

Huang Mao's gaze swept quickly across the area and landed on one side of the passageway, where there was an even more magnificent stone hall. The door was ajar, and one could vaguely see that the floor inside was covered with thick animal hides, and huge stone tables and chairs were arranged on both sides. Presumably, that was the Gathering Hall where the demons held their banquet.

Their destination was a row of grottoes on the side of the forecourt, which was the warehouse of the Yellow Wind Cave.

The warehouse was piled high with grain and meat, heaps of spirit stones, and boxes of gold and silver jewelry. In the corner, there were also many unknown weapons.

"Don't just stand there! Bring everything in from outside and put it away neatly, categorized by type!" the warehouse manager shouted.

Huang Mao'er glanced at the pile of spirit stones, his eyes sparkling with interest. He quickly lowered his head and began to work hard to move them. Like the other little demons, he was strictly confined to the small area of ​​the front courtyard and warehouse.

Just as Huang Mao'er carried a heavy package into the warehouse, the demon soldiers training in the front courtyard suddenly stirred, then fell silent instantly. Even the leopard-headed demon general immediately stopped shouting and stood respectfully with his hands at his sides.

A chilling, malevolent aura enveloped the entire front courtyard from afar.

Fan Yuan felt a chill and carefully guided Huang Mao to peek halfway out of the warehouse door.

Tiger Vanguard strode out of the deep passageway. He did not deliberately release his demonic aura, but the natural pressure from his bloodline and cultivation made all the lesser demons present feel breathless, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their hearts.

He surveyed the training troops, and as his gaze swept over them, all the demon soldiers lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a bear demon soldier.

"Your movements are too slow." Tiger Vanguard's voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.

The bear demon soldier trembled, his face drained of color, and he immediately knelt down, begging for mercy: "Vanguard, spare my life! I was... I was momentarily distracted..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, Tiger Vanguard's large foot, clad in combat boots, kicked out without warning, striking the bear demon squarely in the chest.

With a dull thud, the massive bear demon, as thick as an iron tower, was kicked seven or eight zhang away, crashing heavily into the stone wall. Blood gushed from its mouth, and after struggling for a moment, it collapsed to the ground, its fate unknown.

"Drag it down."

Tiger Vanguard spoke as if he had merely crushed an ant, his tone completely unwavering. Immediately, two demon soldiers stepped forward and dragged the bear demon away.

The entire front courtyard was deathly silent; all the demon soldiers were trembling with fear.

The blond-haired boy hiding at the warehouse entrance saw everything, and Fan Yuan's heart stirred.

Although this Tiger Vanguard is tyrannical, it also means that he wears his heart on his sleeve. If you can please him, you might be able to gain more freedom of action than ordinary lesser demons.

Just as Fan Yuan's thoughts were racing, Tiger Vanguard finished his inspection and turned to walk into the deep passageway.

The two demon generals guarding the entrance to the passage immediately bowed and respectfully made way for Tiger Vanguard. Without pausing, Tiger Vanguard walked straight in, and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.