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Chapter 97 Dojo

"It really is the Yellow Wind Monster from Journey to the West, but I don't know why he ended up under the tutelage of Mount Ling."

Song Yi stared at the sable on the ground, which resembled a yellow ox and was covered in golden fur, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Although the demon was in a sorry state at the moment, he knew very well that all demons with innate supernatural powers were extraordinary beings in the world.

Whether it was Red Boy, who was known as the Holy Infant King, or the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord who had mastered the Thousand-Eyed Divine Light, they both made a name for themselves with their innate supernatural powers, far surpassing ordinary demon kings.

Thinking of this, Song Yi looked the Yellow Wind Monster up and down, and suddenly laughed: "You monster, your true form is just a yellow-haired weasel that has attained enlightenment. You are neither majestic nor suitable as a mount. It would be better to refine you into a Wind and Sand Pill, preserving your Samadhi Divine Wind supernatural power. When you are summoned in the future, the yellow wind will sweep across the world, making you a rare treasure."

Upon hearing this, the yellow weasel, which had been cowering in a ball, was terrified out of its wits. Gone was the last trace of its former domineering demon king aura. The entire rat knelt on the ground, its fur standing on end, frantically kowtowing: "God, spare my life! God, spare my life! This lowly demon is willing to surrender. I beg you, God, to have mercy and spare this lowly life."

Seeing this, Song Yi couldn't help but find it amusing. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Well, your fur is not bad. If you refine your malevolent energy, you could barely become a spirit pet."

He had previously seen the purple-gold fox sable kept by the Eastern Heavenly King Mo Lishou in the Heavenly King's Palace.

That was a primordial, exotic creature, with purple-gold fur all over its body, wings growing from its ribs, and incredibly fierce.

There's also the Howling Celestial Dog beside Erlang Zhenjun at Guanjiang Estuary, another ancient mythical beast. Its massive maw can tear apart even the powerful bodies of the Wu tribe, making it incredibly fierce.

Song Yi had long intended to acquire a similar spirit pet to keep by his side. Although this Yellow Wind Monster was not as powerful as the other two, he could refine its ferocity in the future and perhaps it could play an unexpected and wonderful role at a critical moment.

Having made up his mind, he reached into his robes and pulled out a gleaming golden demon-subduing collar. With a flick of his wrist, the collar transformed into a streak of light and landed securely around the neck of the yellow-haired weasel.

In an instant, the massive demon king, as huge as a yellow ox, rapidly shrank, turning into a tiny yellow mouse the size of a palm in the blink of an eye.

It was quite clever; after escaping, it didn't hesitate at all, quickly climbing up Song Yi's robe onto his shoulder, rubbing its fluffy little head against Song Yi's neck ingratiatingly, its face full of flattery and ingratiation.

Seeing this, Song Yi couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.

This guy was supposed to be a powerful demon king who dominated a region, but now he has no backbone at all.

It is probably because this is the nature of the rat race; the desire to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune has been ingrained in their blood.

After subduing the Yellow Wind Monster, Song Yi did not linger but returned to the Mountain God's Mansion.

The mountain god of Cangmang had been waiting in front of the mansion for a long time. When he saw Song Yi return from afar, followed by the subdued yellow weasel, he was horrified. His respectful expression grew even stronger, and his voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

Song Yi waved his hand to signal him to get up, and without bothering with formalities, led Song Yu and his group straight to Qixia Peak.

At the foot of Qixia Peak, the lesser demons were already in complete chaos.

With their own demon king captured, they dared not resist. One by one, they abandoned their armor and weapons, kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear.

Song Yi glanced at them and found that the strength of these demon soldiers varied greatly. Their demonic aura was mixed and chaotic, which showed that they had never undergone systematic training. They relied entirely on their own guesswork, absorbing some spiritual energy from heaven and earth and randomly converting it into demonic power. Naturally, the quality was very rough.

Compared to the Heavenly Army's disciplined and well-organized soldiers, this rabble was utterly insignificant.

Not to mention unorthodox methods like refining magical artifacts or setting up formations; they probably haven't even heard of them.

Song Yi naturally wouldn't consider such a team a good fit, let alone use it as a guard force.

However, he didn't intend to waste it, and directly ordered Gouyue Niang to re-incorporate these little demons into her ranks as demon servants.

The vast and boundless Cangmang Mountain stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and it must contain many mineral veins and spirit stones. These demon soldiers are not good at delicate work, so they are perfect for mining.

The matter of incorporating them into the army was left to Gouyue Niang, while Song Yi entered the Yellow Wind Monster's cave.

As soon as he entered, he couldn't help but frown.

This cave dwelling is quite spacious, with over a hundred stone chambers, each over an acre in size and more than ten feet high, truly magnificent.

But the scene inside was truly appalling. The ground was covered with the fur of some kind of ferocious beast, dripping with blood, and the strong, pungent stench was almost tangible, assaulting the nostrils.

Scattered skeletons lay scattered about, with bits of rotten flesh still clinging to them. No demons came to clean or tend to them. A chilling wind howled through the cracks in the rocks, creating an eerie atmosphere that sent shivers down Song Yi's spine.

Having spent a long time in the Heavenly Court, he had become accustomed to the grandeur of the celestial palaces.

It might be a place teeming with exotic flowers and rare herbs, where celestial birds and magical plants roam freely; or it might be a place paved with jade and adorned with celestial gold, where everywhere is radiant with light and the spiritual energy is as misty as a fog. Where have I ever seen such a chilling place?

Song Yi couldn't stay any longer, so he turned around and left the cave, his figure flickering as he stood in the void.

With a thought, he summoned the Azure Sword, and a vast and powerful azure sword aura slashed out from the sky, silently cutting across the summit of Qixia Peak, neatly slicing away the uneven rock at the very top, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

Then he flipped his hand and took out a palace the size of a palm, and tossed it into the air.

The palace grew taller as it faced the wind, expanding to a hundred acres in the blink of an eye, and landed steadily on the carved mountaintop platform.

In an instant, a golden light shone forth, illuminating all directions.

Above the main gate of the palace hangs a plaque with six large characters: "The Palace of the True Lord Who Delivers from Calamity and Calamity".

Standing in the void, Song Yi looked at his own dojo and felt great. He let out a long sigh of relief: "From now on, this will be my dojo."

Song Yu led the celestial servants of the Qingtianjian in and out, busy cleaning the palace and decorating its interior.

These celestial servants worked swiftly, and in no time they had tidied up the place inside and out, making it look brand new, with the jade table, celestial furnace, and precious flowers and herbs all in their proper places.

Song Yi then went to the backyard alone.

This backyard was originally where the demon god planted innate spiritual herbs. Unfortunately, with the evolution of heaven and earth and the changing of the world, all those innate spiritual herbs have long since withered, leaving only a bare herb garden.

Standing in front of the herb garden, Song Yi waved his hand, and the golden pagoda opened, causing countless soil particles to fall from the sky, filling the herb garden completely.

These soils are deep in color, faintly shimmering with golden light; they are the soil of the Great Luo Heaven.

The soil of the Great Luo Heaven, after being repeatedly tempered by innate spiritual energy and the essence of the sun, moon and stars over countless years, has long become a rare and precious treasure, most suitable for the growth of spiritual roots.

What's even more remarkable is that Song Yi also mixed in a little bit of innate spiritual soil.

That innate soil was the soil accumulated under the tea leaves of the innate enlightenment tree, and it was extremely precious. He had collected some earlier, and now it came in handy.