The Old Toad Demon Dared to Eat a Witch

Hidden Mist Mountain.

The mountains are high and steep, with a majestic and imposing presence.

Therefore, the mountain is often shrouded in mist, hence the name Hidden Mist.

If a master skilled in observing qi were to open their divine eyes and observe, they would see that the mountain is filled with demonic energy, and dark green Demonic Clouds rise into the sky, emanating extremely strong qi in the Grand Void.

Looking in that direction...

Demons lurked within the cave, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

"Old Demon Plague Gold, what is the purpose of summoning Demon Clan from our surrounding Demon Caves here today?"

The one who spoke was a wolf demon with a ferocious wolf head and cunning glints in its eerie green eyes. As it spoke, a foul stench emanated from it.

Other demons gathered around and began to speak:

"That's right, that's right."

"I, Old Pig, have just snatched a wife from my family, and I'm about to have some fun."

"But you summoned me here, you scoundrel. Speak your mind, or shut up."

"Plague Gold, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me already."

"We still have things to do in the cave."

Deep within the cave, a huge black shadow was crouching.

Hearing the cacophony of demons around him, the shadowy figure chuckled:

"Brothers, don't worry, don't worry."

"I have invited everyone here today for this gathering."

"It's a great opportunity, Great Creation, that we must share with everyone!"

The Plague Gold Demon is the master of Hidden Mist Mountain. Its true form is a toad as big as a water buffalo, covered with festering sores, emitting a foul stench and permeating the air with poisonous gas, and with a huge coin embedded in its forehead.

Although it was born after birth, it was not Innate Beings.

However, this demon had some affinity with the Dao, having received some blessings from a Golden Immortal who cultivated the Plague Dao.

Therefore, his supernatural powers are extremely formidable.

A single Poisonous Fog can kill all living things within a radius of a hundred miles.

Therefore, although all the demons present were at the Earth Immortal level, they implicitly regarded him as their leader.

I heard from the Toad Demon that there was an opportunity to share.

The demons present lit up.

A boar demon, shrouded in yellow mist and reeking of a foul stench, swung its fat head and greasy hooves, pushing aside the blue sheep demon in front of it. It opened its stinking mouth and asked in a muffled voice:

"Opportunity?"

"What a stroke of luck! You old toad, instead of keeping it all to yourself, you're willing to share it with us?"

"Who doesn't know that the Golden Toad with Duobao is most greedy for money during its ten-day cycle?"

"Anyone who enters your Hidden Mist Mountain will be thoroughly plundered."

"There's no reason for anything to be taken out of you than for anything to go into your stomach."

"So whether the old toad was talking about a stroke of luck or a tragic fate, I think it's a matter of opinion!"

The pig demon's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the enthusiasm that had risen in the hearts of the demons in the cave.

Don't blame them for believing everything they hear.

They become immobilized at the mere mention of opportunity or good fortune.

The Demon Clan in the heavens and the Demon Clan on earth lead completely different lives.

The Demon Clan above the Thirty-three Heavens has been living in the Heavenly Realm since birth.

They are beings residing high in the heavenly palace.

To receive the radiance of the moon and the sun up close.

Each of them has a background; Yao Yao comes from the Demon Clan.

Even a minor demon who hasn't even achieved immortality might have some great-grandfather who could be connected to a demon god of the Demon Clan.

The Demon Clan on the Primordial Continent was different.

They were all ordinary people with no background or connections.

Those Great Demons with Indestructible Golden Natures are easier to deal with.

Their strength is undeniable; it's easy for them to climb the ranks of the Demon Clan race's cultivation lineage, gather followers in the mountains and forests, and dominate a region—that's quite comfortable for them.

The Demon Clan within a radius of ten thousand miles of Hidden Mist Mountain faces a completely different situation.

They are of low cultivation level and humble origin. Most of them were wild beasts who, by chance, gained enlightenment and cultivated into demon bodies.

They lack both a background and the corresponding strength.

It's really hard to survive in this dog-eat-dog Primordial World.

The Demon Clan rules the heavens, the Witch Clan rules the earth.

Within twelve cycles of time, the only dominant power on this land has always been the Witch Clan.

They occupy the best mountains and rivers, and the best hunting grounds and sacred places.

The lesser demons, lacking any powerful backing, could only rely on the whims of the Witch Clan, shrinking their living space under their oppression and hoping that the surrounding Witch Clans would spare some resources for their cultivation.

Seeing that the pig demon didn't believe him, the toad demon showed no anger, and simply said:

"Brothers who do not believe may leave."

"I absolutely won't stop him."

He finished speaking.

Yet not a single demon left the arena on its own.

Even the pig demon who had just raised his doubts muttered something like, "Since we're already here, and it's not easy to travel, I'll see if this place really has any good fortune," and shamelessly stayed behind.

The toad demon ignored him.

He led the demons into a secret cave beneath the main cave.

His eyes flashed with a look that was both crazy and excited, but if you looked closely, you could see that beneath that frenzied excitement lay a hint of fear and determination.

"Let's go, brothers."

"I invite everyone to a feast; eat and drink the finest food."

Having said that, the Toad Demon pushed open the stone door of the secret chamber.

The moment one steps inside, an overwhelming flood of extremely complex questions comes rushing in.

The aroma of food and drink, the stench of blood, and a mysterious, enticing scent that made demons drool mingled in the air.

The various scents mingled together, creating a strange attraction that made one unconsciously immerse themselves in it, unable to extricate themselves.

After entering the secret chamber, these demons greedily stared at the food on the stone table, swallowing their saliva and shouting:

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"Our place is poor and remote, where would we find such spiritual fruits and flesh?"

"Even if the old toad is deceiving us, there's no chance or good fortune involved."

"I won't hold it against him just for this meal."

The Toad Demon led his demons to the table, picked up the bloody raw meat from the table and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he raised his wine cup, opened his bloody maw, and laughed:

"Brothers, drink this cup to the brim! Drink this cup to the brim!"

"Eat and drink as much as you like, everyone."

"After I've eaten and drunk my fill, I'll personally tell you all about my incredible good fortune."

Before the old toad Demon General finish speaking...

The demons then began their attack.

"This fruit is delicious."

"Hiss~"

"There's even Innate Spiritual Energy!"

"Is the old toad going to get through this or not?"

"This is the flesh and blood of the Green Bamboo Spirit Pig. I saw the Witch Clan in the north hunting it when I was a child. I never thought that one day I would be able to eat it myself."

"Eh~ What kind of creature is this heart, liver, and spleen? I, Old Pig, only took one bite, and I felt my blood surging, and I could even hear a faint thunderous sound booming between my bones."

"Delicious, delicious!"

"Even playing with ten or eight female demons wouldn't bring as much pleasure as a bite of meat at this feast!"

These demons all came from remote, impoverished areas; where would they have ever seen anything like this?

He ate until his mouth watered and his eyes glowed red.

His lips were bloody, smeared with bits of meat, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes,

The demons, still not satisfied, opened their enormous mouths and swallowed the stone table whole, then patted their bellies and let out a satisfied burp.

"Old toad."

"The spiritual items you used for this meal must have cost quite a bit."

"Could it be that they robbed some Witch Tribe?"

"After all, only they would be so wealthy and powerful."

A weasel, shaking its head and savoring the delicious meal it had just eaten, chuckled and teased.

But the next moment, the smile on his face froze.

Because the Toad Demon actually met his gaze calmly, seemingly surprised that he could guess so accurately:

"Huh~"

"How did Big Yellow know I just wiped out a small Witch Clan?"

Ah?

Ah?

Ah?

This seemingly casual remark was like a bolt from the blue, leaving these demons utterly stunned.

"You, you, you..."

How could you do this?

One of the rat demons was so agitated that it could barely speak coherently, repeatedly circling in place:

"It's over, it's over."

"This is it, we're doomed."

"Old toad... you've ruined my life!"

The Witch Clan were the true masters of the entire Primordial Great Land.

Unlike the Demon Clan.

Only the Demon Clan above the Heavenly Palace are considered the true Demon Clan; those Demon Clan underground without background or strength are nothing but weeds, merely the denominator.

The entire Witch Clan are descendants of Pangu.

They are all Witch Clans with witchcraft authority.

In other words, even if the Demon Clan of Hidden Mist Mountain were wiped out by the Witch Clan, the powerful Demon Clan would at most frown, and wouldn't even say a word for them. At most, they would negotiate with the Witch Clan a few times for the sake of face.

But these Witch Clans are different; their deaths can truly attract the attention of powerful Witch Clan.

Thinking of those powerful Witch Clan who could pluck stars from the sky and shake mountains and rivers, the rat demon wished he could travel back in time and beat himself up while he was eating at the banquet.

"Let you be greedy, let you have a sweet tooth."

"Dead, dead, I'm going to die."

The demons who had just been reveling and feasting were now all pale, as if an invisible hand had gripped their fate by the throat.

"Old toad, you're asking for it, why are you dragging us down with you?"

"We have no recent grudges or past grievances with you!"

"We're neighbors, and we've known each other for tens of thousands of years."

"Such behavior is truly disheartening."

Suddenly, a tiger demon turned its gaze to the old toad, its eyes flashing with an inexplicable look, as if it wanted to devour someone.

"Since you are heartless, don't blame us for being ruthless."

"Brothers, as long as we kill this bastard..."

"Take his body and go to the elders of the witch village to claim credit."

"Perhaps not only will their lives not be in danger."

"There might even be a stroke of good fortune!"

As he spoke, the tiger demon licked his lips and sneered:

I didn't expect that.

"The opportunity that the old toad spoke of actually happened to be yourself."

His words immediately stirred the interest of the surrounding demons.

It seems, perhaps, maybe, there are some opinions.

In any case, he has already consumed the spiritual resources of the Witch Tribe.

It has become tainted by karma.

As long as the shamans of the Witch Tribe perform divination, we will definitely not escape it either.

It would be better to kill this toad and atone for our crime.

There might still be a way out.

The demons' expressions flickered.

The old toad gave a cold laugh, and as he laughed wildly, he said in a frenzy:

There's no going back.

There's no going back.

"Even if you take the most precious treasures from your respective mountains and tear me to pieces, you'll still have to kowtow every three steps to curry favor with those Witch Clan."

"They will definitely not let you go either."

"They're all going to die, hahaha, they're all going to die!"

The golden toad leaned his fat body forward, glanced at the neighbors, and sighed with pity, emotion, and excitement:

"Was that bowl of heart, liver, and offal delicious?"

The demons in the arena swallowed hard, their mouths watering at the thought of that basin of bloody hearts and livers, and nodded uncomfortably.

Even the pig demon smacked its lips:

"It smells delicious!"

These words instantly drew angry glares from the surrounding demons.

Even the Toad Demon's expression faltered slightly.

I'm speechless.

But in the next instant, the demons felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and their blood instantly froze.

They stared at the toad demon on the high platform, their eyes filled with a murderous intent that seemed to materialize.

The golden toad, amidst the incredulous gazes of the demons, chuckled mockingly:

"As long as it tastes good."

"That's the flesh and blood of genuine Pangu descendants, how could it not taste good?"

The flesh and blood of Pangu's descendants?

Is the blood food we eat the heart and liver of the Witch Clan?

This discovery made all the demons present wish they could die immediately.

This time, there was no way he could atone for his mistakes.

If they were to fall into the hands of those barbarians from the Witch Clan, they would likely suffer a fate worse than death.

"Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me."

With a roar, the tiger demon grabbed the large black sword hanging at his waist and slashed at the toad demon.

The killing intent contained within that blade of energy terrified the demons watching from the side.

Enraged, the tiger unleashed a strike that was at least 30% stronger than usual.

Unexpectedly, upon seeing this, the Toad Demon's eyes flashed with disdain.

"The light of a firefly dares to rival the brilliance of the moon?"

With a mere flick of his tongue, it surged forth like a mighty river, unleashing boundless power, and with a casual swipe, swallowed the tiger demon whole.

"Heavenly Immortal?!"

The group of demons quickly retreated, watching the toad demon warily.

His face was filled with disbelief.

How is that possible?

How could a Heavenly Immortal Demon Clan emerge from among us poor demons?

The resources required to cultivate into Heavenly Immortal being are enormous.

Where did this old toad get all these resources?

Moreover, given his wild demon aptitude, it was pure luck that he was able to obtain the Earth Immortal Dao Fruit.

How could it possibly go any further?

The toad demon looked at the group of demons with disdain.

Even a newly ascended Heavenly Immortal is still Heavenly Immortal.

'If it weren't for fulfilling the Venerable One's mission.'

'If it weren't for the need to find more like-minded people to share the karma of this witch-eating ritual.'

'I'm not going to hand over such a great opportunity to a bunch of good-for-nothings.'

Take a deep breath and suppress all the distracting thoughts in your mind.

The old toad demon spoke slowly, his words carrying a Demonic Intent that stirred up all sorts of distracting thoughts in the demons.

"Brothers."

"You saw it correctly."

"She's Heavenly Immortal."

"I hesitated for countless years in the late stage of Earth Immortal, and finally, finally, I broke through to Heavenly Immortal."

"And do you want to know why I, your ancestor, was able to break through to the Heavenly Immortal?"

The Toad Demon surveyed the demons in the cave, grinned, and a bloody, savage aura wafted over them.

That is eating.

"Once the mountains are stained with blood from the food, the path will naturally continue, and one will be revered as an ancestor."