Within the Demon King’s Castle, the Demon Qi was so thick it seemed to boil. The scene was a dazzling, bustling spectacle.
The Kings of the various Races had come to offer their congratulations. A Demon King’s wedding had become a grand affair for the entire Yaoling Mountain Range.
Outside the main hall, two Little Demons were stationed to receive gifts and announce guests. Only experts at the Pseudo Demon King Level or higher had the honor of having their names called out.
"From the Leopard Race, the Lion King has arrived with a gift to offer his congratulations!"
A burly man with a human body and a lion’s head strode in, laughing heartily. Being announced and drawing the attention of all the Demons, he immediately felt a great sense of honor.
"From the Hundred Bird Race, the Saint Peng King has arrived with a gift to offer his congratulations!"
This was the King of Hundred Birds. His true form was a Dapeng Bird—the largest bird in the world, a creature of immense strength, and the fastest of all Divine Birds.
Legend had it that this Divine Bird transformed from a Kun. In an age when the Phoenix was absent, the Dapeng Bird reigned supreme, leading the Hundred Birds Lineage.
His Cultivation had reached the Demon King Level, making him exceptionally formidable.
However, he was not yet a Deep Mountain Demon King, so his status was a notch below that of the White Demon King.
In his human form, the Saint Peng King stood over two meters tall, with sharp, beak-like features and black wings sprouting from his back. He was majestic, and the sheer force of his Demon King aura inspired reverence in countless Demon Spirits, causing a great stir among the crowd.
Those who recognized him flocked to greet him, eager to curry favor.
This alone showed how incredibly high the Saint Peng King’s status was.
"Brother Peng, your presence brings great honor to my humble Azure Bamboo Forest!" The White Demon King personally came out to greet him, a wide smile on his face.
The White Demon King was no longer in his usual immaculate white robes but was now dressed in a bright red groom’s suit. The attire made his already handsome features look even more dashing.
"How could I dare miss Brother Bai’s wedding?" the Saint Peng King said, giving him a slight bow.
The White Demon King laughed heartily. "You’d have no excuse not to come. For a Dapeng Divine Bird like yourself, even flying a lap around the Earth would take no time at all. To you, my Azure Bamboo Forest is but a blink away. If you hadn’t shown up, I’d have had to throw a fit!"
"And that is precisely why I am here," the Saint Peng King replied. Though his own status was noble, he dared not disrespect the White Demon King.
Although the other’s true form was a mere hedgehog, his Cultivation was genuine, and a full Rank higher than his own.
It was not uncommon for new Demon Kings to arise in the Yaoling Mountain Range, but there were only five Deep Mountain Demon Kings. No, now it should be said there were only four left.
This Saint Peng King was rumored to be a likely candidate to become a Deep Mountain Demon King in the future. But that was still in the future, and whether he was fated for such a destiny remained to be seen.
When Tu Xiao’an’s Immortal Spirit Peacock crossed its tribulation to reach Rank Three of Enlightenment, it was not immediately crowned king. The reason was simple: the Saint Peng King’s existence.
Furthermore, as stunning as the Azure Owl was, there was still an immense gap between it and the Dapeng Bird.
That was why Elder Snake had been so utterly terrified when Tu Xiao’an joked about killing the King of Hundred Birds. After all, the Saint Peng King was a genuine Demon King.
The White Demon King and the Saint Peng King chatted for a short while before another announcement rang out.
"From the Rat Race, the Gray Demon King has arrived!"
At this announcement, all the Demon Spirits in the castle turned to look outside, showing him the utmost respect.
The Rat Race had recently fought a major battle against the Snake Race and suffered a crushing defeat. The Gray Demon King himself had fled in disgrace, a fact that had become a hot topic throughout the Yaoling Mountain Range.
For a Deep Mountain Demon King to run away—he had lost face completely. The other Demons all looked at him askance. They never expected the Gray Demon King to appear at the White Demon King’s wedding; he was giving the groom an incredible amount of face by showing up.
The Gray Demon King, clad in a gray robe, strode into the hall. The other Demons bowed in unison. "Greetings, Gray Demon King!"
Regardless of how pathetic a state he had been in before, the Gray Demon King’s status and power were still undeniable. No one dared to run their mouth to his face.
"Brother Hui, you’ve graced us with your presence! I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it today."
The White Demon King quickly excused himself from the Saint Peng King and went to greet the newcomer with a broad smile, pulling the Gray Demon King into a big hug.
The hug lingered. The Gray Demon King’s voice was a low whisper. "Brother Bai, what you did that day wasn’t very considerate, leaving that snake for me to handle. For me to still show up today to congratulate you... I’ve given you plenty of face, wouldn’t you say?"
"I suspect Brother Hui is actually here to watch me make a fool of myself."
The Gray Demon King had lost face when he fled from Monkey Mountain, but in doing so, he had passed the buck to the White Demon King.
The Snake Race’s new Snake King was now famous. If he came to crash the wedding, the White Demon King would have a real problem on his hands.
"I’m here to celebrate, it’s true. But I’m also here to see whether that snake dares to cause trouble at Brother Bai’s wedding. If he dares, I’m sure you won’t let him get away with it."
A cold glint flashed in the White Demon King’s eyes. "If that snake truly dares to show his face, then today, I’ll serve Brother Hui a bowl of snake stew."
"Excellent. I am quite fond of snake stew."
The Gray Demon King and the White Demon King shared a hearty laugh, then separated.
In truth, both of these Deep Mountain Demon Kings had lost face because of that snake. The White Demon King’s previous failure to kill him had also been a great embarrassment.
"From the Weasel Race, the Yellow Demon King has arrived!"
Another commotion swept through the hall. One more Deep Mountain Demon King had arrived. His true form was a weasel, and his Cultivation was profound and unfathomable.
Hearing the announcement, the Gray Demon King rushed to be the first to greet him. "Cousin! I didn’t realize you’d come out of seclusion. This is wonderful!"
The Gray Demon King and the Yellow Demon King—one a rat, the other a weasel—were on very good terms, addressing each other as cousins.
In truth, however, they were not closely related at all.
The White Demon King also hurried over. "Brother Huang, it must’ve been a hundred years since we last met! Coming out of seclusion just for me... you do me a great honor."
From this short exchange, it was clear that the Yellow Demon King’s status was even greater; the White Demon King addressed him as "Brother Huang" and referred to himself as "little brother."
There were still certain disparities in power among the former Five Great Deep Mountain Demon Kings. Demon King Liu had been the number one expert in the Yaoling Mountain Range, followed by the Fox Demon King of the Fox Race. She rarely acted, but it was said her power was not much inferior to Demon King Liu’s.
Next was the Yellow Demon King. These three were all at the Rank Three Peak. In terms of Tu Xiao’an’s system data, they were all Level 39 existences.
The Gray Demon King and the White Demon King were clearly not as strong, being at Level 38.
Level 36 and Level 37 were considered the Demon King Level, while Level 38 and Level 39 were Deep Mountain Demon Kings.
The White Demon King could treat the Gray Demon King as an equal, but in front of the Yellow Demon King, who was clearly much stronger, he didn’t dare put on airs.
The Yellow Demon King was draped in a yellow robe that concealed his entire body, obscuring his features. His voice was somewhat shrill. "Younger Brother Bai, you certainly are adventurous, marrying a human woman as your wife. How bold. I imagine she must be a peerless beauty. I’ll have to take a good, long look later."
It was a teasing remark. The White Demon King chuckled. "She is but my humble wife, hardly worthy of Brother Huang’s notice. I only hope Brother Huang will enjoy a few more drinks."
With the three Deep Mountain Demon Kings standing together, even the Saint Peng King had to step aside. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.
These three Deep Mountain Demon Kings, just by standing there, practically represented the entirety of the Yaoling Mountain Range’s power.
A subtle excitement surged through the hearts of the assembled Demons. With these three Deep Mountain Demon Kings gathered, would the final one also make an appearance?
That particular Deep Mountain Demon King held a special place in the hearts of Demon Spirits from countless races.
"From the Fox Race, the Fox Immortal King has arrived!"
WHOOSH! The moment the announcement was made, the hall erupted into a frenzy. Crazed expressions appeared on every face, as if they would regret it for the rest of their lives if they missed even a single glance.
"Younger Brother Bai, you have quite the pull, to even invite Second Sister Fox," the Yellow Demon King said in surprise, a strange light in his eyes.
In an instant, the world seemed to freeze. Countless pairs of eyes locked onto the entrance of the hall in perfect unison.
A woman of breathtaking beauty, dressed in cyan robes with a sash of white silk, seemed to float gracefully into view. Her smile was enchanting, her gaze captivating, her posture delicate—a single glance from her could enthrall a thousand souls.
"Second Sister Fox, this little brother offers his greetings."
The White Demon King seemed momentarily dazed by the sight, but he quickly came to his senses and rushed to welcome her.
"Younger Brother Bai, congratulations on your joyous day," the Fox Demon King said with a light giggle. Beneath the veil of White Silk covering her face, a pair of magnificent, soul-stealing, deep violet eyes could be seen. The slight upward tilt at the corners of her eyes added to her alluring charm.
"You flatter me, Second Sister Fox. Your presence is the greatest honor," the White Demon King said hastily. "Brother Huang and Brother Hui have also arrived. It’s a grand reunion for us Five Great Immortals."
The Fox Demon King shook her head, her voice enchanting and melodious. "There are only four of us now. Brother Liu is no longer with us."
The White Demon King froze, unsure how to respond.
"Little Brother Bai, where is your human bride? Let me have a look. For a Great Demon like you, who has lived for thousands of years, to want to play the groom... she must be exceptionally beautiful."
He quickly bowed. "Her beauty is not even a fraction of yours, Second Sister."
"Giggle... I’m an old woman with one foot in the grave."
"Greetings, Fox Immortal King!"
The Demons in the hall all bowed to the peerlessly beautiful woman in cyan robes and white silk. Their eyes wanted to look, yet they did not dare to stare directly at her.
The queen of the Fox Race was so beautiful that calling her a Demon felt like blasphemy. That was why she was generally called the Fox Immortal King. She was the number one beauty in the Yaoling Mountain Range. The reason she veiled her face with White Silk was not out of arrogance, but because ordinary people who saw her face would be utterly captivated and lose all self-control.
Furthermore, the Fox Race had always cultivated the Charm Technique. She could bewitch you to the point that you’d forget your own name.
Even now, with her lithe waist wrapped in brocade and her enchanting smile half-hidden, she was already driving the Demons mad.
It was said the Fox Immortal King loved to wear red. Her appearance today in plain cyan was a true show of respect for the White Demon King, the hedgehog.
After all, on the day of the wedding, only the bride was supposed to wear red.
Of course, the Fox Immortal King could wear whatever she wanted. Who would dare complain? Even the White Demon King wouldn’t dare say a word against it.
When it came to beauty, every member of the Fox Race was gorgeous enough to make one’s head spin. But the Fox Immortal King was not just breathtakingly beautiful; most importantly, she possessed the orthodox bloodline of the Ancient Nine-tailed Fox. With every new tail she grew, her Cultivation would soar.
This Fox Immortal King was truly extraordinary. It was rumored she had already cultivated eight tails. If she could cultivate the final tail, she would surely ascend to become a Rank Four Divine Spirit.
If Demon King Liu of the Snake Race was gone, then this stunning woman was now both the greatest beauty and the number one expert in the entire Yaoling Mountain Range.
Her status was, without a doubt, supreme.
However, the Fox Immortal King was too low-key. The world remembered her for her beauty, but no one knew just how terrifying her true power was—and no one dared to test it.
Within this hall, the only one who could truly be a match for this peerless Fox Immortal was probably that weasel, the Yellow Demon King.