The wind carried a bloody stench.
Ruined, desolate ruins, devoid of human life.
Hu Cuihua stared blankly at everything before him.
He still couldn't accept that the girl before him had really fought someone in the Chess-Player Realm and come away unscathed.
But when he looked around, everything before him was so real.
Formless Mountain, which had clearly once been a place of immortal splendor, had now become a basin... Could the people of Formless Mountain really sit by and do nothing? Let someone run wild on their mountain like this?
Hu Cuihua swallowed and suddenly realized a terrifying truth.
That demoness had been telling the truth!
The Tiger Demon was named Hu Cuihua.
It wasn't that this burly Tiger Demon had some strange fetish. It was simply because, back in the day, his mother had bitten into a down-and-out scholar passing by on the road.
As he lay dying, the scholar had shouted, "Cuihua, you've done me in!"
His mother hadn't understood him. Thinking Cuihua must be some impressive title, she'd given the name to the cub she'd just delivered.
Hu Cuihua's life as a demon had been both bitter and bizarre.
In a hellhole like Spirit Mountain, where demons ran rampant and the strong preyed on the weak, a low-ranking little demon had to be ruthless or a shameless bootlicker to survive.
But Hu Cuihua had never been one for the usual pursuits.
He had no love for fighting and killing. Instead, he was fascinated by the books left behind in the Storage Bags of human cultivators.
Others fought over heavenly treasures and pills. He fought over books.
Whether it was Travels of the Eastern Territory, Unofficial History of Dao Lineages, Introduction to Formations, or even Tales of Scholars and Beauties, he read them all with great relish.