In the wild, desolate mountains, the dirt road wound over rough terrain.
Tiger Demon's ceremonial procession advanced along the mountain path, pipes blaring and drums beating.
The monsters were heading to a banquet on the neighboring mountain today. They had proper business to attend to and were in quite a hurry.
The lesser demons clearing the way held up wooden tablets ordering everyone to stand aside, their eyes fixed straight ahead.
The bear demons carrying the sedan chair huffed and puffed, their feet squelching through the mud.
As for the two shabby Taoists and the enormous fat pig standing in the roadside bushes, the monsters thought they would barely fill the gaps between their teeth as a snack. They had no time to spare them another glance.
The procession was about to pass the two Taoists, Qingshi and Azure Bamboo.
Just then.
A clear, sweet cry suddenly rang out: "Save me, Your Majesty!"
On that silent mountain road, the cry was more piercing than a struck bronze gong.
The bear demons carrying the sedan chair in the middle of the procession stopped short, making the chair sway.
Tiger Demon King, who had been dozing in his great tiger-skin chair, stirred at the cry. He lazily opened his eyes and glanced toward the roadside.
Once he looked, he could no longer tear his gaze away.
There was nothing particularly remarkable about Black Fat Pig.
What was remarkable was the pair of ragged cloth sacks hanging from his back. To mortal eyes, they were merely sacks for sweet potatoes. But to a Demon King with profound cultivation, pure, potent innate spiritual energy was seeping out through their gaps in wisps and strands.
To Tiger Demon King's magical sight, the treasure aura soaring into the sky might as well have carried a blazing