Chapter 83: This Demon King Seems a Bit Weak

Chapter 83: This Demon King Seems a Bit Weak

The East Sea fisherman, solitary in his pursuit, cast his line for a hundred years and departed riding atop a giant turtle. The waves of mountains and seas surged, a massive continent sprawled across the boundless ocean—a marvel of creation, sculpted by the mysterious workings of nature, as if the universe itself were shaped by divine hands.

“Yu Qiang received the emperor’s command, the giant turtle raised its head. For a million years since, it has known no fear of displacement. What purpose does the Dragon Lord serve, drawing his long hook along the dry riverbed?”

Standing upon the surface of the sea, Luo Feng crushed the waves beneath his feet and softly recited these verses. He couldn’t help but marvel at the hidden talents of the primordial world. Within the Thousand Islands Sea, there lurked a colossal turtle, its power rivaling that of a celestial immortal.

Moreover, the fisherman, who appeared frail and aged, transformed in an instant—his form swelling with vitality like an ancient dragon, yet all of it meticulously concealed. Though merely an earth immortal, his combat prowess was extraordinary, perhaps one of the legendary giants, the Dragon Lord. With a few strides, he could traverse the universe, inhaling and exhaling clouds, with the dark heavens as his ceiling and the Northern Sea as his basin.

Encountering the fisherman, one might suspect he was the Dragon Lord himself.

Luo Feng felt as though he had stepped into an ancient myth. Reflecting on this, he chuckled. What place was this? It was the vast primordial universe, the wellspring of countless legends—every god, demon, immortal, and spirit had their origins here.

Why stop at the Dragon Lord? Even if one met the emperor himself, what of it? There was nothing strange about it. Someday, Luo Feng would serve under the Great Celestial Lord, and as an immortal, he was but another figure within these myths.

The wind swept across the tranquil sea, the sky was high and the air clear. Luo Feng admired the boundless, sapphire waters, waiting another hour.

After a long while, he toyed with the silver bracelet on his wrist, then stood and nodded—there was indeed no movement. With a flick of his sleeve, ripples spread tens of thousands of miles away, and a puppet flew from the sea.

Silent and devoid of spiritual energy, it was the lowest tier of puppet, weak in battle and made of common materials. Its purpose was akin to a broadcasting device, an espionage tool, allowing Luo Feng to see the scenery on the other side.

The puppet paused as the space within its body stirred. Once he had confirmed its coordinates, Luo Feng touched the void, tore open a portal, and brought the puppet to him.

After storing the puppet in the space within his robes, Luo Feng nodded with satisfaction. It seemed the giant turtle was the fisherman’s trump card, and there were no other hidden strategies. Perhaps he’d been overthinking.

Just then, a voice emerged from his sleeve: “Master, what sort of technique was that…”

The silver serpent cocked its head and asked, “You can retrieve objects from the void—I’ve never seen that before.”

Luo Feng smiled calmly. “That move is called the Beginner Storage Technique. It requires the medium of the vitality of mountains and rivers. The principle is not much different from a storage pouch or spatial ring. Just a small trick, hardly a divine power, any foundation-building cultivator could do it.”

The silver serpent nodded thoughtfully. It must be a method taught by all major sects, but living in a remote backwater, it had little knowledge of such things.

“Child, how far are we from Thousand Spirit Island and the Thousand Spirit Demon King?” Luo Feng asked.

Earlier, to evade the fisherman, he’d intentionally deviated from their route, and now they were lost.

The silver serpent glanced around, flicking its tongue. “Master, I’m afraid I don’t know.”

In the Thousand Islands Sea, each island was vast, typically ruled by a Nascent Soul demon king. For a Golden Core-level demon general like Jin Xin, he’d never even ventured from home.

Luo Feng sighed. What a hopeless sense of direction! Not only did he not know the way, but his disciple was a reclusive snake as well.

Then the silver serpent timidly said, “But I do have a detailed map of the Thousand Islands Sea.”

Luo Feng brightened. “Quickly, bring it out.”

The silver serpent spat out a cloth map, one of its few possessions.

Luo Feng looked at the patterns on it.

Luo Feng: Σ(°△°|||)︴

You call this a map?

His mouth twitched as he pointed to a triangle on the map. “What is this?!”

The silver serpent replied proudly, “Master, that is the unnamed mountain where we reside.”

Luo Feng took a deep breath, traced his finger over various circles. “Are these supposed to be the islands?”

The silver serpent lifted its tail. “Master, you are wise!”

Wise? What nonsense!

“And this?”

“That’s a sea route.”

He almost mistook it for the serpent’s self-portrait.

……

Luo Feng exhaled heavily.

He really shouldn’t have expected much from his little disciple—the serpent could only read by relying on innate inherited memory.

The silver serpent seemed to notice something was wrong and whispered, “Master, is there anything you don’t understand?”

Luo Feng’s expression grew cold. “Besides this, do you have anything about Thousand Spirit Island?”

The silver serpent was silent for a moment, then spat out a pill bottle.

The pills had long been consumed, leaving only the bottle.

“This was produced on Thousand Spirit Island, said to have been personally refined by the Thousand Spirit Demon King. Three hundred years ago, when I advanced to demon general, the island lord rewarded me with it.”

Luo Feng glanced at the serpent’s belly in silence.

Are you Doraemon? You store everything in your stomach!

He glanced at the bottle, closed his eyes, and sent his divine sense to examine the restrictions within.

Yes, there was indeed a primordial spirit-level seal—subtle, likely standard issue, casually added.

By following its unique aura, he could deduce its approximate location.

After a moment, Luo Feng opened his eyes and looked westward.

Far in the distance, the same aura could be sensed.

“The medium is set—let’s proceed.”

With a tap of the void, space split open.

Luo Feng enveloped the serpent in his true essence and stepped forward.

……

Thousand Spirit Island, the cultivation ground of a primordial spirit-level demon king, brimmed with spiritual energy and picturesque scenery. Peaks rose abruptly, ridges stood rugged and steep. In the deep ravines, waters murmured; before the cliffs, flowers bloomed in splendor. Hills folded upon themselves, ancient paths wound in arcs.

Truly, cranes kept company amid pines, clouds drifted by stones unanchored. Mysterious apes sought fruit in the sunlight, elk roamed merrily in the warmth. Azure phoenixes sang crisply, golden birds chirped sweetly. Spring brought peach and plum blossoms, summer saw willows and locusts flourish. Autumn painted the land golden, winter blanketed it in soft snow.

All year round, the island was blessed with fine scenery, spiritual energy forming clouds and mist, rivaling the wonders of paradise.

The Thousand Spirit Demon King kept to himself, unlike the two other primordial demon kings who sought to dominate the Thousand Islands Sea.

With mastery over teleportation arrays and the power of a primordial spirit, he attracted countless opportunistic demons. He never needed to give orders; they flocked to him of their own accord.

Gradually, the island teemed with life, all thriving under his protection.

It was another beautiful year. Seated atop a stone altar at the highest peak, the Thousand Spirit Demon King surveyed the island’s creatures and felt immense satisfaction.

This was the life befitting an immortal.

If he were like his fellow disciples, endlessly cultivating and pursuing immortality, what meaning would his demonhood have?

He could hide away in Thousand Spirit Island and continue his cultivation. But when needed, a mere command would bring countless demons offering tribute.

Cultivation and enjoyment, both achieved.

His days were far more carefree than any mortal lord.

As for the immortal path—ha! With the great teachings he inherited, wasn’t it all within easy reach?

The Thousand Spirit Demon King was in an especially good mood, about to sip fine wine brought from merchants of the Shang dynasty.

Suddenly, a surge of spatial turbulence struck him.

He was instantly knocked unconscious by the chaotic flow.

Luo Feng stepped through the portal, brushed his clothes, and gazed around murmuring, “This should be Thousand Spirit Island.”

“Hmm, who is this?”

“Master…”

The silver serpent was stunned, disbelief coloring its voice. “That seems to be the Thousand Spirit Demon King?!”

The serpent had seen the king’s projection at a Nascent Soul island master’s banquet.

Luo Feng fell silent.

This demon king seemed… perhaps… possibly… somewhat… weak?!

Could it be…

He was just a normal, ordinary primordial spirit cultivator?!

[Hmm, one chapter owed, will make it up tomorrow.]

(End of Chapter)