Relying on the inexplicable deterrent effect of his demonic aura on the big tiger, Mo Fan simply decided to make the tiger his mount.
At first, the tiger was somewhat unwilling, even growling lowly at Mo Fan.
However, after Mo Fan performed a move of the "Devour the Heavens Divine Art," the tiger was completely subdued.
"See that? This is your Grandpa Mo's divine ability, capable of devouring everything. If you dare to disobey, Grandpa Mo will swallow you whole!"
Mo Fan pointed to the spot where a large rock had just disappeared, his face full of arrogance.
"Roar~"
Erha let out a low growl, then lowered its proud head.
"Hey, you're quite a perceptive tiger beast!"
Seeing this, Mo Fan was even more delighted. He raised his paw to stroke the smooth fur on Erha's head and said with a smile, "Little guy, meeting your Grandpa Mo is your fortune from several lifetimes. If you're obedient enough, maybe Grandpa Mo will help you transform into a demon!"
Upon hearing this, a glint of intelligence flashed in Erha's vertical pupils.
And so, a fierce tiger that should have been the terror of the mountains became Mo Fan's mount.
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In the following days, Mo Fan spent his time riding Erha everywhere, either searching for Spirit Fruits or scouting for demons and humans.
Two months passed in the blink of an eye.
"Useless, the so-called king of the forest, and in two months, you haven't found a single Spirit Herb. What's the use of you?!"
On a small hill, Mo Fan looked at the vast expanse of green stretching endlessly around him, feeling frustrated and venting his anger by kicking and punching Erha, who was crouched beside him.
In two whole months, he hadn't left this mountain range. He hadn't even seen a trace of a demon, let alone found a Spirit Herb to help him further transform into a demon. As for humans, they were even more elusive.
This mountain range was far larger than Mo Fan had imagined.
This left him feeling quite dejected, but the only consolation was that he no longer had to flee for his life as he used to.
With Erha, the tattooed mount, by his side, Mo Fan could roam freely within a twenty-mile radius. In fact, he had only explored this twenty-mile area in the past two months. Read this novel at novelping dot com for the best experience.
It wasn't that he didn't want to venture further, but he found that Erha wasn't enough to completely intimidate the beasts in this mountain range.
For example, there was a brown bear to the east that once swatted Erha away with a single paw, scaring Mo Fan so much that he sprinted away on his two frog legs. Since then, he hadn't dared to go east again, realizing that he, as a "demon," wasn't enough to frighten all the beasts.
Since he couldn't go east, he decided to explore in other directions!
However, he soon encountered a fifteen-meter-long python, a honey badger the size of a wild dog, a group of long-tailed monkeys with a crazy temperament, and a family of Piggy Peppa that charged at him without warning...
The python was terrifying, its gaping maw seemingly capable of swallowing both Erha and Mo Fan whole. Even Mo Fan couldn't help but tremble at its massive size.
As for the honey badger, it was quite formidable. Though small, it fought like a berserker, showing no fear, moving swiftly, and biting Erha until it was disoriented, chasing them over several mountain peaks before stopping.
The long-tailed monkeys weren't particularly strong, but they were frighteningly crazy. Mo Fan merely approached a tree near their habitat and was pelted with stones by over a hundred monkeys. Erha couldn't catch them and could only gaze at the trees in frustration.
The Piggy Peppa family was even more daunting, each one as big and strong as an adult buffalo. They charged at Mo Fan and Erha as if in heat...
After these explorations, Mo Fan gave up on delving further into the surroundings and realized that Erha, the tattooed tiger, was more show than substance.
It looked mighty, but in reality, it ran faster than Mo Fan when faced with danger, only showing off in front of small animals.
After scolding and beating Erha for a while, Mo Fan felt a bit hungry and said to Erha, who was shrinking its neck, "Your Grandpa Mo is hungry. Go hunt some prey for me. I'll start a fire here, and we'll have a barbecue feast later!"
He wasn't worried that Erha wouldn't understand. This little thing was quite intelligent!
After two months together, he discovered that although Erha hadn't transformed into a demon, it had developed intelligence and could understand his words.
Sure enough, the big tiger, which had been shrinking its neck with a wronged expression, suddenly perked up, its beastly eyes brightening. It nodded to Mo Fan and then turned to run into the nearby forest down the mountain.
"Damn, just mention food, and it gets all excited?
Make sure to catch something big, so we have enough to eat later!"
Mo Fan grumbled and instructed, then gathered some firewood from around and piled it up. He found a stick and began the most primitive method of making fire.
With memories from his past life, Mo Fan naturally didn't want to eat raw, stinky meat after transforming into a demon, so cooked food became a staple for every meal. He even made a large clay pot to stew soup.
Because of this, he opened the taste buds of Erha, the big tiger. Whenever it was mealtime, the creature was always the most enthusiastic.
Watching the smoke rise, he didn't dare slack off, quickly placing flammable dry grass on the embers to fuel the fire. Soon, flames were dancing.
Looking at the fire he had painstakingly started, Mo Fan couldn't help but miss lighters. Even matches and flint were much better than drilling a small stick endlessly.
But there were gains and losses.
Although the conditions in this life were harsh, and he had been reincarnated as a demon, the endurance and strength of a demon far surpassed that of a human.
In his past life, if he had to start a fire by drilling wood, he would have likely collapsed from exhaustion.
"Help... help!!"
Suddenly, a series of intermittent cries for help came from afar, causing Mo Fan to pause.
A human?
Mo Fan frowned slightly. After his last brush with death, he had been keeping a respectful distance from humans in this world.
He was about to make a tactical retreat when he saw a plump white rabbit hopping quickly towards the small hill where he was.
"What a fat rabbit, damn, it's as big as a domestic pig! My goodness, if I roast this over the fire, it would sizzle with oil!"
Mo Fan instinctively licked his lips, scanning the distance but seeing no humans. His heart stirred, and he quickly ran towards the rabbit, shouting, "You wild rabbit, daring to trespass on Grandpa Mo's territory. Today, you're destined to become Grandpa Mo's meal!"
Mo Fan's shout startled the rabbit, but in its moment of hesitation, Mo Fan rushed forward and grabbed its soft long ears.
"Ouch! Frog... Frog Lord, let me go... no, save me!!"
Just as Mo Fan was joyfully hunting, the big white rabbit in his hand suddenly spoke, startling him into a shiver, causing him to throw the rabbit away.
"You're a demon?!"
Mo Fan looked at the big white rabbit, now in a disheveled heap, with shock, then a look of delight appeared in his eyes.
He had been worried about finding other demons to inquire about cultivation paths, and now a demon had delivered itself to him!
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