Panther Monarch even roared intentionally after finishing his sentence and broke the Northern Forest array formation with a claw. All at once, a slicing, raging wind came right at them, Rabbit’s entire body froze, facing the formidable pressure, she couldn’t even move.

　　Thanks to Lonemoon casually tugging Rabbit aside, she then managed to dodge those winds.

　　“Terrible bad breath!” Shen Ying subconsciously covered her nose, do all the little animals like to breathe into people’s faces? It’s not like they were paper planes!

　　Having missed Rabbit, Panther Monarch’s face sunk, before turning to the few others beside her, following that his eyes lit up again, filled with greed. “Human cultivators?” He’d long heard that several human cultivators had appeared in the Southern Land and killed the Wolf Monarch and several tens of thousands of demon troops. Only he had not believed it, it might be true that they killed Wolf Monarch, but how was it possible that they killed tens of thousands of demon troops! It was definitely fake information that the rabbit demon had let out for self preservation, wanting to deter the other demon monarchs.

　　The other demon races might not know the standards of human cultivators outside of the Southern Land, but he did, as a demon monarch. Those who were able to make it into the Southern Land definitely had a certain level of cultivation, it was highly possible that they were at the Soul Formation or Traveling Immortal level. If he was to fight them one on one, he might still have some reservations, but now they had so many high level demon races here, the other party would only become food in his mouth.

　　Panther Monarch became more cocky the more he thought, the way he was looking at Lonemoon and Yi Qing was as if he was looking at some sumptuous feast. After eating these two people, he would definitely ascend to the thirteenth level. At the thought of this, he was instantly in no mood to continue chatting, paying no heed to Rabbit, he pounced right on Lonemoon while Lion Monarch wasn’t paying attention. “This human cultivator is mine!”

　　Just as his sharp claw was about to pierce through Lonemoon’s chest, a blinding white light flashed before his eyes, Panther Monarch only felt a cooling sensation near his arm and the claw that was outstretched earlier, suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, instantly turning back to a paw, even rolling further before coming to a stop.

　　Huh?

　　Panther Monarch faltered, completely stunned, until a massive wave of pain hit him did he shriek out loud. He dropped to the ground turning back into a huge panther, howling again and again.

　　The demons:”…”

　　What had just happened? They hadn’t gotten a clear look and their monarch had kicked the bucket?

　　(⊙_⊙)

　　A second later, Lion Monarch who was the closest was the first to reach, surrounding the entire area with his demonic aura, he waved his hand at the demonfolk. “Kill those two human cultivators!”

　　All the demons charged forward.

　　Lonemoon frowned, his heart full of frustration, it was already fretting enough to have a fool of a disciple and these little animals still came to create trouble. His expression darkened at once as he turned and hollered, seething with anger, “Chef!”

　　In the next moment, Yi Qing’s figure flashed and he was flying out, with a swing of the sword in his hand, he drew an immense surge of Sword Qi and slashed harshly towards the ground. Following a loud rumble, the entire ground split open, like an earthquake, a crack of four to five meters wide appeared, as if he had split the entire forest open.

　　The demons who were roaring and charging over earlier froze together, instantly dazed!

　　A strange silence fell all at once in the entire forest, there was only the sound of Panther Monarch howling in pain and the thumping sounds of demons who could not stop in time falling into the crack.

　　That stroke of the sword earlier, if it had hit them… the demons did not dare to think further, large drops of perspiration slid down their foreheads.

　　We’re dead we’re dead we’re dead we’re dead…

　　“Run!” A shout from one of the demons snapped the group of demons back to their senses and they took off immediately. As the high level demons had been standing in the front, followed by the fifth and sixth-level demons who naturally couldn’t run as fast as the high level demons, a stampede occurred, a sea of demons fell and in seconds, layers had been formed.

　　“Chef, stop them. I still have some use for them!” Lonemoon instructed.

　　“Mm.” Yi Qing nodded obediently lifting himself into the air.

　　Master said that Father Niu was going through menopause recently, for the sake of their meal expenses they ought to give in to him more.

　　He conjured a hand seal and summoned a sky full of sword spirits, falling down like rain, they formed a sword array, trapping every single one of the thousands of demons in it at once.

　　With a malefic being before them and nowhere to run to, the demons were bewildered.

　　Yet Lonemoon turned towards Fatty, revealing a smile like that of a headmaster. “Fatty, you can begin your daily training now.”

　　“Huh? Oh!” Fatty who had been happily watching the whole time immediately shivered after suddenly being called up. “What? What training.”

　　“Let’s begin with this old, weak, sickly and crippled one!” Lonemoon ignored him and walked right to Panther Monarch who was rolling around in pain. Conjuring a spell, he stanched the blood flowing from his broken paw and said, “Panther demon, if you can beat him, I’ll let you off!”

　　With that he threw the sword in his hand to Fatty standing behind him.

　　Huh?

　　Beat who?

　　Fatty who had caught the sword on reflex was utterly confused. But he looked up to see a huge, three-legged panther roar loudly, baring his fangs and brandishing his… no claws, as he bounded forward.

　　“M… mmmaster…” He’s for real!

　　He was wrong, grain liberation was paradise, but practicing the sword arrays wasn’t hell, this was hell!

　　Shen Ying: “…”

　　Rabbit: “…”

　　Mm, I somehow feel that I should pretend I’m non-existent right now.

　　Fatty who finally made it past the first level of sword arrays after eight months and four days in the Southern Land began his combat career, currently the number of people training with him: eight thousand! Progress… very slow.

　　————

　　Perhaps actual combat could really train a person’s crisis consciousness, Fatty whose sword techniques were in rags was slowly improving. Though Lonemoon was still showing great scorn but at least he was able to dodge the strikes coming at him.

　　To reach this level, he spent a good five years training. And the demonfolk of the western forest had been his training companions for five years. At the start, they’d still thought of escaping, especially Lion Monarch who had the highest level of cultivation, but after Chef’s sword array made a few holes in him, he started to behave.

　　They’d even built houses nearby and settled down. The entire sword array was showing the tendency of developing into a little demon town. At first, Lonemoon would pull several little demons slightly weaker than Fatty to train with him, Fatty always lost but slowly… he became sturdier.

　　╮(╯▽╰)╭

　　All the demons that trained with him rose through the levels too, towards the end, those fifth and sixth-level demons were no longer needed. For the sake of their good behavior all these years, Lonemoon let the little demons out of the sword arrays.

　　However, the odd thing was that those little demons had jumped for joy when they first left, but months later, they came running back, claiming that they’d gotten used to living inside the array and couldn’t bear to leave, there were even some who righteously explained that their wife and kids were still inside, it was too “indemone” ¹ to leave alone. And hence begged Chef to open the sword array to let them back in.

　　More and more of such situations occurred, Lonemoon then instructed Chef to remove the sword array and let them do as they liked. Yet only a handful of demons escaped, the rest even habitually queued up in the morning for Lonemoon to call upon them to go beat up Fatty and those not called would disperse and get on with what they had too.

　　Seeming like they’d gotten used to this way of life. Even the demons’ way of greeting changed from “have you practiced cultivation today” to “have you beat up Fatty today?”

　　Lonemoon: “…”

　　Feels as if that the demon clans who’d charged their way here to snatch their territory back then was an illusion, this bunch of demons had just collectively migrated.