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

On the land of Yanhuang, there is a Mengjiang River that flows for thousands of miles, comparable to the Yellow River on Earth.

But the Mengjiang River is even more magnificent, traversing mountains and rivers from west to east, crossing plateaus, mountains, and hills, and finally flowing into the East China Sea. Its southern bank is Nam Ling Province, and its northern bank is Bac Giang Province.

The two provinces are geographically intertwined and have close personnel exchanges. News of what happened in the Nanling Mountains quickly spread to the Beijiang River, triggering a chain reaction.

Everyone knows that a City God's Mansion has emerged in Xing Sha City of Nanling, leading 400,000 soul soldiers to sweep away demons and monsters. In just a few days, Nanling has been completely transformed into a pure land on earth.

Seeing this, the people of Beijiang Province migrated to Nanling like madmen, with Xingsha City and Guiling City becoming the focus of the migration, and even other small towns in Nanling became highly sought after.

Such a commotion naturally alarmed the demon forces in Beijiang Province, among whom the most unruly was the Bull-Headed Demon of Wumian Mountain.

Wumian Mountain was once a well-known scenic spot in Beijiang. The Xiangwang Palace on the mountain was well-preserved and became even more popular after being renovated in later generations. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.

A year ago, a bull demon took over this place and turned Xiangwang Palace into its own "Bull King's Mansion".

This bull demon didn't kill people indiscriminately; he just detained all the palace staff as servants, recruited soldiers and gathered a group of demons, proclaimed himself "Grand Marshal Bull Head," and appointed seven demon generals, commanding nearly 100,000 demon soldiers. He had become quite a force to be reckoned with in Beijiang.

Ever since the demons of Nanling were driven away by Bai Qi and fled in all directions, Niu Tou has accepted all comers without hesitation, and his demon soldiers have instantly increased to over 100,000. Now he is even more arrogant, and his tail is almost wagging in the sky.

This bull demon had cultivated half a human body, but his head was still that of a shiny bull. He wore a long black robe, and his shiny leather shoes made a clattering sound on the floor tiles. The contrast was so striking that people wanted to laugh but dared not.

He slumped onto the dragon throne in the Xiangwang Palace (which had been forcibly changed to a bull's chair), looked at the message handed to him by his subordinates, and glared with his bull-like eyes: "Damn it! The people of Beijiang are all fleeing to Nanling. If this continues, when I, the Marshal, establish my country and ascend the throne, will I be a king without an army?"

Standing to the side was a man in a white shirt, who had previously been the palace's tour guide. Now, the bull demon had appointed him as the "Bull King's Steward." He was carefully wiping the bull's horns with a white towel. The bull demon had maintained the horns so well that they were shiny and glossy, and not a speck of dust could be found on them.

Hearing the bull demon's complaints, the steward quickly flattered him, saying, "Marshal, you don't know! Those mortals are blind. They don't know that Beijiang has such a wise, powerful, and all-powerful Bull King as your guardian. If they knew, they wouldn't even think about migrating south; they'd probably fight tooth and nail to come to Wumian Mountain to seek refuge with you!"

Upon hearing this, the steward almost vomited. He was forced into it; this bull demon was vain to the core and would throw a tantrum if he wasn't flattered. He had survived entirely thanks to his silver tongue.

Despite being called the "head steward," he actually had no real power. He only managed the human cooks and maids in the mansion, and had to personally serve the bull demon by wiping its horns. It was truly a case of "living with a bull is like living with a tiger."

"Hmm! I like hearing you say that!"

The bull demon immediately beamed, exhaling two thick breaths from its nostrils, and proudly shook its head, "This marshal is wise and mighty, indeed deserving to have millions of subjects following him!"

Although this bull demon was simple and honest, he harbored a dream of establishing a nation and wanted to dominate Beijiang Province and turn Xiangwang Palace into a real imperial palace. Unfortunately, there were several powerful demons in Beijiang who were firmly ahead of him, so he could only hide in Wumian Mountain and lie low. But his desire to establish a nation never wavered.

"The Marshal is determined to build the nation; I have a brilliant plan!"

Suddenly, a weasel spirit with a pointed snout and monkey-like face darted out from outside the hall. His gray robe was covered in dust. He was none other than the bull demon's top "brain trust," the rat strategist.

This weasel spirit was originally a local tyrant in a small county in Beijiang. He raised a group of rats and their offspring to steal chickens and dogs, living a carefree life. When he heard that the bull demon was recruiting soldiers and horses, he immediately led his clan to join him. With his cleverness, he managed to get the position of military advisor and dreamed of becoming the "founding prime minister".

"Oh? Rat strategist, speak quickly!"

The bull demon's eyes lit up, his bull eyes widening. Upon hearing the words "founding a nation," his IQ dropped by 70%, and his mind was filled with thoughts of the coronation ceremony.

The weasel spirit rubbed its paws together, a sly grin on its face, and approached, "Hehe, Marshal, you are all-powerful, but those old monsters in Beijiang are keeping us in check. The establishment of a nation is just a mirage. I think we should move to Nanling Province!"

"To the Nanling Mountains?"

The bull demon froze on the spot, his bull face full of reluctance. "Our Bull King's Mansion is so magnificent, with gold bricks paving the floor and jade pillars supporting the beams. Is there such a good place in the Southern Ridge? This marshal is not moving!"

This guy is actually a homebody; he's very attached to the royal palace he seized and doesn't want to move an inch.

"Marshal, please let me explain in detail. There are three major advantages to going to the Southern Ridge!"

The weasel spirit had already memorized its lines perfectly, and it spoke eloquently, counting on its paws: "First, there are other powerful demons blocking our way in the North River, so we have little chance of advancement; second, the demons in the South Ridge have been wiped out, and that coward Mengjiang Dragon Lord has given in, so no one dares to stop us; third, there are plenty of ancient palaces in the South Ridge, any one of them is more magnificent than this Bull King's Mansion, befitting your status!"

This statement is simple and blunt, yet it hits the nail on the head: Beijiang is stifling, Nanling is a piece of fat meat with no owner, Mengjiang Longjun is cowardly, and the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom is closed off, making it a territory tailor-made for them!

Although the bull demon was simple-minded, it still understood this basic principle. Its eyes lit up, and it stomped its hooves on the ground: "Is there really a palace more magnificent than the Bull King's Mansion?"

He turned to look at the butler, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Of course!"

The steward quickly embellished the story, exaggerating the grandeur of the ancient palaces in Nanling: "The Chu King's Palace and Xiangling Palace in Nanling are built to imperial standards, with gold bricks paving the sky and jade lamps burning all night long. They are more than ten times more magnificent than this Xiang King's Palace. Only you, Marshal, are worthy of staying here!"

The butler spoke with great enthusiasm, but inwardly he was overjoyed; this stupid ox was finally going to move!

Once he leaves Beijiang, he can find an opportunity to run away and reunite with his wife and children in Beijiang Province.

One wanted to escape his misery as soon as possible, while the other wanted to rise to prominence and become prime minister by relying on the bull demon. The two (demons) worked together to persuade the bull demon to give in to their desires.

"So, you're saying that the Southern Ridge is just a piece of unclaimed fat meat, waiting for me, the Marshal, to devour it?"

The bull demon paced back and forth in the hall, his shiny leather shoes making a clattering sound as his hooves clattered against the floor tiles, his face radiating the fervor of an impending nation-building.

Suddenly he stopped abruptly, tilted his head to the side, and a hint of confusion flashed in his beady eyes: "Wait a minute! There's still one thing we haven't considered. What about the Underworld? Bai Qi, that god of death, is not someone to be trifled with!"

Only now did his mind, clouded by the dream of building a nation, barely remember that there was a ruthless figure in Nanling who could sweep away demons and monsters.

"The underworld? Hey, Marshal, you're overthinking it!"

Weasel wasn't entirely sure himself, but his ambition to become "Rat Prime Minister" had already extinguished his reason. His eyes darted around, and he patted his chest, spouting nonsense, "The Underworld is locked in a fierce battle with the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom; they're too busy to care about us!"

He deliberately raised his voice, feigning disdain: "Besides, what abilities can the underworld have? They all just boast! Marshal, you are all-powerful, how could you be afraid of a bunch of soul messengers?"

"Oh? You asked the little demon who escaped from Nanling?"

The bull demon immediately moved closer, its nose almost touching the weasel spirit's face, its expression full of curiosity.

"Of course!"

The weasel spirit, hands on hips and nostrils flared, declared, "Those little demons from the south all said that the Underworld is all bragging and nonsense! They're not nearly as powerful as the legends claim! They can't possibly defeat you, Grand Marshal!"

"Really?"

The bull demon gasped, his eyes widening in surprise. As long as the underworld didn't get in the way, the great cause of establishing the nation was secure!

The weasel spirit nodded frantically, then added a safety net: "Even if we really can't win, we can just pack up and sneak back. What's there to be afraid of?"

These words completely dispelled the bull demon's last shred of hesitation. He grinned wildly, his remaining rationality devoured by ambition: "Good! Issue my order: tonight we will break camp and set off to the Southern Ridge to establish the Bull Clan Dynasty!"

The weasel spirit was so happy that it scratched its ears and cheeks, and scrambled out to deliver the order, almost jumping up and down to shout "Long live the Prime Minister!"

The butler, already in tears, was overjoyed: Finally, I'm rid of this stupid ox! I can finally go home to see my wife and kids!

He was crying tears of joy when suddenly a large, fan-shaped cow's paw pressed down on his head, ruffling his hair.

The bull demon chuckled and said, "Don't cry, don't cry! Even if I don't take anyone else, I'll take you! After the country is founded, you'll be the Grand Eunuch and enjoy all the riches and honors!"

The butler's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground. This time he truly cried, crying his heart out, as if his liver and intestines were breaking. It seemed that this sea of ​​suffering had no end in sight.

As night fell, a massive troop of demon soldiers surged out from the direction of Wumian Mountain. Hundreds of thousands of demons, noisy and chaotic, marched toward Nanling Province, looking like a swarm of headless flies.