I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

In the year 197 of the Alliance, in summer.

Xiao Hong attained the status of Martial Saint, blessed by heaven and earth.

The following day.

The million fierce beasts of Southern Border retreated upon hearing the news, the prestige of the Martial Saint’s name shaking the demon race, later known as the foundation of the human race’s rise.

...

Southern Border.

Heavenly Fox Abyss.

Originally named Righteous Sun Abyss, now occupied by the Nine-Tailed Fox King, who nominally commands the demon races of the south of Cloud Continent.

Countless fierce beasts lay hidden within the deep abyss, continually howling and slaughtering each other, with the remains of corpses and bones strewn across the ground, crunching beneathfoot.

In the very center stood a huge stone palace, its exterior appearing ancient, but inside it housed laboratories filled with top-notch machinery.

To the left was a beast breeding room, where animals like mice, rabbits, chickens, and ducks—famous for rapid reproduction—were fed and bred, constantly giving birth and hatching. Their food was the offspring of fierce beasts that had died due to bloodline collapse.

The fierce beasts’ bodies contained heterogeneous bloodlines, which when consumed raw, could swiftly stimulate growth in the young.

Once the young reached a size that met the required criteria, specialized demon race members would take them to the Bloodline Chamber, where they were roughly injected with Elixir Number Zero, subsequently leading to three possible outcomes.

Their bloodlines would mutate and then collapse, killing them, and they were taken back to the breeding room to become food.

Successful integration but with muddled consciousness; they became fierce beasts and were incorporated into the Fox King’s fierce beast army.

Becoming a demon race by ancestral reversal, they gained inheritance and could choose to obey the Fox King or leave Heavenly Fox Abyss to establish their own dominion elsewhere.

A complete and rapid production process allowed the Fox King’s fierce beast army to grow continuously, becoming stronger by constantly fighting and devouring each other, and every few years they could join with Southern Border’s demon race to form a beast tide that assaulted the human race’s defenses.

The instigator behind this beast tide was none other than the Fox King himself.

The target was not just Qing City but the entire Southern Border defense line. It was originally estimated that it would perish together with the human race’s army within half a month. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

This action would shrink the human territory while clearing out the expendable forces; however, news of the Martial Saint caused the demon race of Southern Border to act with strange intentions, swiftly recalling the fierce beasts.

At that moment.

In the middle of the laboratory.

The Fox King languidly reclined on a couch, facing a large screen three zhang square, divided into dozens of smaller screens.

The small screens displayed beast heads or human faces—jackals, wolves, tigers, leopards, pigs, dogs, cows, sheep—all engaged in a chaotic debate about how to deal with the human race.

"Kill! We must kill, we can’t allow the human race to rise!"

"The demon race slaughtered billions of humans, creating a sea of blood and deep enmity. Once they recover, it will be a disaster for us!"

This was the majority view, recognized by most of the demon race, as they surpassed human intelligence only after consuming countless people over the past hundreds of years.

The demon race developed advanced machinery and managed to create Elixir Number Two precisely because they consumed humans!

Another faction was the conciliatory faction, referred to by the radical demons as the surrender faction.

"The Martial Saint, with strength comparable to a Golden Elixir True Monarch, everyone should be clear about his power; all of us tied together wouldn’t be enough to withstand a single slap from him!"

"One majestic beast under the Four Emperors can sweep through a hundred thousand fierce beasts, and that’s just an empty shell!"

"With the Martial Saint’s protection, the human race cannot be easily annihilated!"

The implication was that since eradication was impossible, it was better to maintain the status quo. The demon race, possessing dominion over the Nine Continents and Four Seas, had the strength to confine humans to a small corner.

"Moreover, the extinction of the human race isn’t good for the demon race either. Where would we go to consume humans and increase our intelligence in the future?"

Both sides had valid points, and both were persuasive, yet they argued for several hours without reaching a conclusion.

"That’s enough."

The Fox King stretched his body, revealing an impressive figure, and said, "We shall not clash with the human race for now, we’ll wait for a demon to reach Golden Core, capable of restraining the Martial Saint, before launching another beast tide!"

The impartial resolution left many demons dissatisfied, yet they didn’t continue to argue.

The Fox King continued, "Also, one more thing, we failed to attain complete success this time; we should produce fewer fierce beasts in the future to avoid trouble from being unable to sustain them."

Fierce beasts, low in intelligence and inherently violent, would resort to fighting each other without sufficient food provided by the demon race. Such infighting was minor compared to the chance they would spontaneously form a beast tide and wreak havoc everywhere.

The demons had mixed expressions, but they all nodded in agreement, privately dismissing this admonition.

Their cultivation was all at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and while there were differences in strength among them, it didn’t reach the point of overwhelming dominance, thus the number of fierce beasts under their command was the measure of their power!

Whoever led a larger fierce beast army controlled more territory and had a stronger say!

"This meeting is adjourned!"

The Fox King waved his hand to turn off the screen, pondered for a moment, and telepathically instructed the laboratory manager, Rabbit Spirit: "Double the production of fierce beasts, keep an eye on the surrounding demon races, and monitor them with satellites at all times!"

Though the demons had outwardly agreed to reduce fierce beast production, in secret they would certainly outdo each other in amassing forces, as after all, there were no laws in the demon race.

If indeed a demon led an army of fierce beasts to conquer Heavenly Fox Abyss, the Four Emperors would likely do nothing more than issue a perfunctory reprimand and then appoint the conqueror as the new demon king of southern Cloud Continent.

If there were truly too many fierce beasts to manage, they would either drive them to devour each other or directly inject them with Elixir Number Two.

If they managed to create a King of Fierce Beasts, the Fox King could plot to claim the ruler’s position of Cloud Continent.

With the beast tide receding on its own, the Southern Border’s demon race severely lost face, yet the demon races of other realms also felt panic and behaved similarly.

Not to conflict with the human race for now.

Watching the wind!

...

Xianjing.

All around, colorful lights were strung up, more festive than the New Year.

The long-missed smiles returned to the faces of the people, who flocked to the streets, even if just to chat, not necessarily to buy anything.

To vent their pent-up frustrations and boast about rumors, such as from the neighbor’s daughter-in-law’s great-uncle’s friend, who had heard an insider story about "Xiao Martial Saint."

"Have you heard, when Xiao Martial Saint was born, divine light descended from the sky, and there was an auspicious purple aura coming from the east?"

"I just heard that it was Mother Xiao who dreamt of an immortal, and after conceiving for three years, she then gave birth. Which one is true?"