I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

The Lion King of Huangfengling spoke in a deep, gruff voice, his tone tinged with impatience yet unable to conceal his agreement: "Old monk, stop beating around the bush! According to you, what should we do?"

The old monk smiled faintly and said confidently, "As you all know, there are three divine artifacts that have appeared this time. If we, the eight forces, were to compete for them based on our own abilities, it would obviously not be enough to go around, and in the end, we would all end up with nothing."

"If we really fight to the bitter end, we will both be severely injured and neither side will benefit. Instead, it will only benefit outsiders."

"How about this: we can study the book together, learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses; we can cultivate the seeds together and share the benefits; as for the lotus platform that cannot be shared, let's set a rule: each of us will send one person to compete, stopping when the match is over, and the winner will get the lotus platform. What do you say?"

The old monk's suggestion immediately caught everyone's attention, and they all nodded in agreement.

This method is fair and avoids chaos, it couldn't be more suitable!

After all, no one wants to fight tooth and nail only to end up with the tragic outcome of the snipe and the clam fighting while the fisherman reaps the benefits.

It would be better to do as the old monk suggested first, keep the treasure in our own hands, and then make further plans.

As for whether they will obediently abide by the agreement in the future, or secretly go back on their word and forcibly seize the treasure, that will depend on their own abilities and we'll see about that later!

Everyone present was shrewd and had their own agenda, but they all kept it to themselves and nodded in agreement, readily accepting the old monk's suggestion.

But secretly, everyone was plotting their own schemes, their minds racing, each harboring malicious intentions, waiting for an opportunity to reap the benefits.

Given the slightest chance, they would not hesitate to break the agreement and forcibly seize the treasure by force, rather than obediently abide by the rules!

The Bone Demon Emperor spoke in a sinister tone, his voice carrying a chilling edge and a clear warning: "Regardless of what happens in the future, these three divine artifacts belong only to our eight families. No one else is allowed to lay a finger on them!"

"That's only natural!"

The crowd echoed in unison, their eyes sweeping towards the cultivator in the distance with disdain and warning. Daring to steal their things was courting death!

"Now that the matter is settled, what are those bystanders still doing here?"

The Lion King of Huangfengling suddenly turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring intently at the crowd in the distance, his tone icy and chilling, carrying an irresistible killing intent.

"If you don't leave, don't blame me for being impolite and making you all my food!"

The cultivators in the distance were all extremely frustrated, feeling as if a huge rock was stuck in their chests, but they dared not speak out in anger!

These top powers from all directions are so domineering that they won't even give them a chance to take advantage of the situation!

They're clearly planning to join forces first, drive everyone away, and then secretly divide the treasure among themselves. Their scheme is incredibly cunning!

What can you do if you feel frustrated?

The opponents are Earth Immortals from the Four Great Sects and Demon Emperors from the Four Great Demon Clans, whose strength is overwhelming. Their abilities are simply not enough to compete with them, and they don't even have the right to refute them!

Most of the cultivators turned pale, gritted their teeth, filled with resentment yet helpless, and could only turn and leave in disgrace.

Staying here would only bring shame upon oneself, and might even cost one's life!

Only Zhong Yingmei, representing the official forces, could no longer suppress her resentment. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to speak: "Fellow Demon Emperors and Fellow Daoists, this place was first established by our official forces, and we have waited for months. Now that the treasure has appeared, how can you just leave like this?!"

The official forces had been stationed here for months, waiting patiently until the harvest season, only to be forcibly driven away by these forces from all sides. What kind of logic is this?!

She roared inwardly: How can there be such an unreasonable thing in this world!

"Um?"

A soft snort sounded like a thunderclap, and the powerful figures from all eight factions turned their heads in unison, their eyes instantly turning icy cold. This little girl actually dared to contradict them?!

The meaning in their eyes couldn't be clearer: if she dared to say another word, they wouldn't hesitate to crush her to make an example of her!

Song Jingyu was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, his soul almost leaving his body. He quickly pulled Zhong Yingmei behind him and bowed repeatedly to the various forces, apologizing profusely, his voice trembling: "I'm so sorry! Please calm down, seniors, we'll leave right away!"

"roll!"

A cold shout came from who-knows-who, a powerful figure, his tone revealing undisguised impatience and contempt.

Song Jingyu felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and dared not linger any longer. He hurriedly led a group of officials, heads bowed, and turned to leave in a disheveled state, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Zhong Yingmei, pulled along by Song Jingyu, felt her whole body go cold. At this moment, she finally understood why Song Jingyu had looked so solemn and helpless before.

Is this the cultivation world?

The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is cruel to the core and chillingly straightforward!

Only strength is the true source of confidence!

If you don't have the strength, you don't even have the right to raise your head and refute; you can only hold your nose and swallow your anger.

Weakness is the original sin!

Chung Yingmei felt her chest was about to burst, and for the first time, a tremendous determination ignited in her heart: she must become stronger as soon as possible and never suffer this humiliation again!

"The annoying flies are finally gone. Time to get the treasures on the top of Longyuan Mountain!"

Seeing Song Jingyu and his group flee in panic, the forces from all sides instantly turned red with rage, their burning gazes fixed on the treasure on the mountaintop, almost ready to pounce on it.

But at this critical moment, a loud, gruff laugh suddenly erupted, making the surrounding air vibrate and tremble.

The laughter came from afar, growing louder and louder, and arrived in an instant.

Everyone looked up and saw a bull demon riding on a black cloud rushing in, tumbling to the ground and kicking up dust, exuding an aura of dominance.

The bull demon squinted at the summit of Dragon Source Mountain, rubbing his large, fan-like hands together, his eyes gleaming, his tone urgent and excited: "That thing, is it the treasure Master wants?"

The Silver Crane Demon King immediately bristled, roaring, "Where did this wild bull demon come from? Doesn't he know where he is, daring to be so insolent and rude!"

I just chased away a bunch of troublemakers, and now another one who doesn't know his place has arrived!

Just as Zhong Yingmei and her group were about to make a hasty retreat, they suddenly stopped, their faces filled with surprise. Wasn't this the Ox-Head of the Underworld?

This guy is quite a celebrity. He used to be the gatekeeper at the City God Temple, and every practitioner who came and went knew him!

The bull demon flew into a rage, hands on his hips, pointing at the Silver Crane Demon King's nose and cursing, "Huh? You worthless bird, how dare you speak to this marshal in such a tone? You're asking for death!"

The three-headed crocodile fanned the flames, its sarcastic voice booming, "Silver Crane, I've never heard of any Bull Clan powerhouse. A nameless demon king dares to ride roughshod over you? If it were me, I would have torn him to shreds long ago!"

"You three-headed bug, stop trying to sow discord!"

The bull demon chuckled, pointed at himself, and said arrogantly, "Listen carefully, say my name, and I'll give you a shock!"

The Silver Crane Demon King and the Three-Headed Ferocious Crocodile trembled with rage, their killing intent surging as they prepared to attack.

At that moment, Feng Xuanzi of the Xuanmiao Sect suddenly changed his expression drastically and exclaimed in surprise, "You...you are the Ox-Headed God General of the Underworld?"

Ox-Head was quite famous; those cultivators who knew even a little about the underworld recognized his identity instantly.

"The underworld?"

The four demon kings' expressions changed simultaneously, and a hint of fear flashed in their eyes. How could they not have heard of the name of the Underworld?

Everyone suddenly realized that Longyuan Mountain was already within the territory of the Underworld!

The old monk's expression remained unchanged, his tone calm yet probing: "With the arrival of the Ox-Headed General, could it be that the Underworld has also set its sights on the three treasures of Dragon Origin Mountain?"

The appearance of this bull's head instantly disrupted the previously settled situation!

The bull demon scanned the crowd, then swaggered arrogantly to the front, declaring, "I've come today to deliver the City God's decree!"

With a flick of his wrist, a jet-black scroll appeared out of thin air. As it slowly unfurled, a chilling and imposing aura swept across the entire area, making everyone breathless.

The bull demon pointed at the golden characters appearing on the scroll, its roar echoing through the mountains and forests: "Look carefully, all of you! The Underworld wants this treasure from Dragon Origin Mountain. Those who have nothing to do with it, get lost!"

He spoke without any politeness. He had a rare opportunity to show off in front of so many powerful people, so he naturally wanted to put on a show to the extreme!

The bull demon raised its neck, its eyes full of smugness, its obnoxious appearance making everyone's teeth itch.

What?!

Upon hearing this, the people from all sides were furious. They had just driven others away, and now they were the ones being driven away.

This is a public slap in the face, an utter disgrace!

Nobody wants to leave!

With the treasure right before their eyes, within easy reach, who would be willing to give up such an opportunity?

The Silver Crane Demon King's eyes were so dark they could drip water, and his body surged with killing intent. He coldly shouted, "Bull Demon, are you kidding us?"

Enraged, the Lion King revealed his true form: a gigantic lion's head materialized out of thin air, its gaping maw gleaming with sharp, steel-like fangs: "Bull Demon, you're nothing but a mere demon king, yet you dare to be so arrogant before me? Believe me, I'll swallow you whole!"

The three-headed ferocious crocodile and the withered bone demon king also revealed their ferocious nature. Four terrifying auras locked onto the bull demon. The four demon kings launched their attacks at the same time, and the pressure was earth-shattering!

The bull demon was instantly enveloped by a terrifying aura, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground. He thought to himself, "Damn it, I overdid it!"

He couldn't withstand even the slightest bit of the aura of the four demon emperors. If this continued, he would surely be crushed into a pulp!