Valiant Valley.
It was said that the valley was home to a Valiant Flower that had been growing for a thousand years. Not only could it speak, but any demon slave who cultivated beside it would gain special power from its murmurs.
Thus, despite possessing formidable strength, the demon slaves never thought of attacking it. They even prostrated themselves before it, worshiping it as a divine object.
At the entrance to Valiant Valley, two demon slaves were lazily leaning against the smooth stone walls on either side. They showed not the slightest interest when they saw me arrive.
"Demons stop here. This isn't a place you can come." One demon slave picked at his enormous nostril, flicking a lump of snot onto the road in front of me.
"Hey, don't bully the little demon. Maybe he's here to seek refuge in our Valiant Valley?" The other demon slave whistled, then said to me, "What is it? Are you here to join our Valiant Valley?"
"Can I?" I approached with a look of curiosity.
"Of course. As long as you can beat one of us." The big-nostriled demon slave sneered as he walked over. He was a sizeable fellow—quite suitable for guarding the gate.
"That shouldn't be difficult." As soon as I finished speaking, I waved my hand. A group of demon spirits in the demon transformation stage, including the Fish-Head Monster and Greenshade Wolf, appeared before me. Without even the enhancement of Blood Robe, their powerful spiritual pressure was enough to make the demon slaves opposite me stiffen.
"I say... something's wrong! This kid is practically oozing evil!" the other demon slave warned at once, panic plain on his face.
Anyone who could cultivate to the demon transformation stage naturally wasn't an ordinary demon slave. As he hurriedly retreated, he