Whenever King Du lost his temper, the demons in the cave abode did not even dare breathe loudly. Even those delivering wine only hurried in and hurried away. King Du alone remained seated on a stone couch covered in beast skins, drinking himself into a sullen stupor, his heart burning with greed and unease over the As-You-Wish Money.
"Gulp... gulp... gulp... ah-heh... burp..."
King Du drained another jar of wine and let out a long, booming belch. Holding the empty jar, he sat dazed upon the couch. He looked sluggish, but the thoughts in his heart had never stopped turning.
"Why does that old Earth God have twelve Universe As-You-Wish Money that even the people of Spirit Treasure Pavilion covet? Why would some master give them to him—and so many at that? Was it virtue accumulated through cultivation? Or had he helped with something?"
"Even the City God Temple in Kuinan County City is an empty temple, and there are no masters there to speak of. Could something have once drawn a master passing through, something I don't know about...?"
King Du's face was flushed red. Slightly drunk, bristles of wild boar fur began to emerge across his cheeks.
"Mountain Dog, get your damned self over here—"
"Yes, yes, yes, Great King, I'm coming, I'm coming..."
The fellow King Du called Mountain Dog was the very subordinate he had driven away earlier. When he came in, a patch of dog skin plaster was still stuck to his face, though half his face remained swollen. He cautiously approached King Du and hunched his body as he asked.
"Great King, you summoned me?"
Mountain Dog's injury naturally was not severe enough that even a Shapeshifting Demonic Creature could not make the swelling subside. But he had long realized that leaving it this