Chapter 350: True Demon Clan

The beautiful young women around looked at each other.

A cute, purple-haired girl with a graceful, curvy figure sniffed, her nose seemingly particularly sensitive. Suddenly, she sensed something. "It's not a grotesque; it doesn't have that aura..."

Those around her let out a sigh of relief.

A beautiful, fluffy rabbit-girl spoke crisply, "But it doesn't have the aura of a cultivator either. This chicken... it doesn't cultivate a sea of consciousness, nor does it cultivate an inner world!"

The girls around chattered, utterly astonished.

Looking at the chicken, it was indeed a red mountain chicken, commonly raised by farmers or found wild in the mountains near Yuzhou. How had an uncultivated chicken reached such a state?

Its massive, sturdy physique?

"Do you want to learn? I can teach you, and you can become as strong as I am," the little wild chicken said, flexing its powerful muscles and striking a handsome pose.

They stared at its terrifying, massive, mountainous body of flesh.

They found it horrifying, and even more terrifying was the thought that this demon, having come to shelter them, must have conditions...

The inhabitants of Purple Remote Cave were all beautiful transformed demonesses, living together in a vulnerable group. Some powerful demon kings nearby coveted them, as powerful male demons often had a retinue of female demonesses to serve them.

Did he want them to serve him?

They showed hesitation and struggle.

In times of peace, they possessed the strength to protect themselves, but in this chaotic era of natural disaster, they might have to abandon their principles and submit to the strong. After all, girls were ultimately too weak; perhaps only by depending on the powerful could they survive!

They became frightened and hesitated.

"Don't worry, I won't harm you. I'm actually a little hen," the wild chicken said again.

All the demonesses: ???

They were stunned on the spot; they had always thought it was a rooster...

Silently, they looked up at its physique, which stood like a mountain of flesh, entirely bald, with large and small streamlined, muscular lumps covering its body like bronze-colored nodules.

My goodness!

This was actually a hen!

Hearing its gender did not bring them relief; instead, it filled them with even greater dread! A chill ran down their spines!

"But this chicken is truly strong."

Only Luo Caiwei, standing nearby, remained silent. She bit her pale lips, looking at the powerful muscular body, then at her sister Xila, who lay unconscious within the Messiah Monarch Emperor's body inside the coffin behind her...

"Can you make me strong too?"

She hesitated, then asked, "I'm a grotesque, but I can't cultivate a dantian or an inner world."

She explained her origins.

Xiao Wei was the weakest of the grotesques; due to her nature, she couldn't cultivate, and her level of kindness meant even an ordinary person could kill her...

Upon hearing this, Pan Yuxian thought that such a unique grotesque truly was the stuff of urban legends, now appearing before her eyes. This world was becoming increasingly interesting and bizarre, and she began to get excited.

"This grotesque is practically the perfect candidate for the system! After all, only an imbecile like the little wild chicken would consistently complete the system's daily tasks, like thousands of push-ups and sit-ups..."

Such intense daily exercise wasn't something any creature could endure with perseverance!

Even the little wild chicken, diligent as it was, would refuse if given more demanding daily exercise tasks. It was already incredibly hardworking, but still somewhat lacking...

But what about Xiao Wei?

Her submissive and kind nature meant she would endure any hardship or fatigue. Kind and intelligent, she was simply the ideal choice!

She could even be assigned ten thousand push-ups a day!

Ten thousand sit-ups!

Even if it exhausted her to death, she wouldn't complain; she would simply complete them with tears in her eyes.

"This is the most ideal fitness apprentice!"

Pan Yuxian's breathing quickened, her expression gradually becoming twisted. "What I need is someone who will endure anything, and Xiao Wei is quite suitable."

Perhaps Medusa would also enjoy this?

She suddenly wondered if she should try to install the system in Medusa, but quickly dismissed such a terrifying idea.

At this moment, the little wild chicken replied, "As long as you have a body, you can train, even a grotesque. As long as you have a desire to become strong, I will impart my path to strength to you!"

The little wild chicken looked at the other demonesses. "Do you know why I am so powerful? Because I have found the cultivation method that belongs to demons!"

On the platform, the little wild chicken began her fitness lecture and encouraged her students.

As a fitness coach, she began her first session of recruiting disciples in this otherworldly realm.

"What is a demon? Is it seizing a human body and cultivating with it? Is it transforming yourselves completely into humans?" The little wild chicken's expression was solemn as she stood tall. "No, that is not a true demon!"

Not a true demon?

In the cave, the beautiful demonesses around burst into a commotion.

"When a demoness transforms into a human, what does that mean? Does it mean we ascend from lowly beasts to advanced humans? Can we live entirely as humans? No! Transformation is merely a tool, a means for the demon race! You can transform? It can transform? So what is the true essence behind transformation?!"

The demonesses around them fell into deep thought.

The little wild chicken's expression was calm. "Transformation is just a disguise for us. The true form of the demon race, our original body, is our foundation. We demons have always been abandoning the root for the branch!"

"Present-day demons never reveal their true forms, always fighting in human form... because we all cultivate the human body, and the cultivation of the human body is stronger than the demon body! So what advantage do we demons have by cultivating the human system, compared to humans themselves?"

Complete silence fell over them.

The demon race had no advantage over the human race.

Furthermore, the demon race had too many flaws.

Cultivation was difficult; they needed to achieve enlightenment within a powerful being's inner world, and their growth was slow. They couldn't defeat humans of the same rank because, unless they cultivated to the fifth or sixth rank, demons' minds remained relatively dull, unable to match true human intelligence.

Consequently, many beautiful demon sisters were often deceived by cunning humans. They lived together precisely for mutual support.

"Therefore, we haven't utilized our advantages... The true demon's strongest combat power should be its original body! When we reveal our true demon forms, our fighting ability will be at its peak!" It flexed its muscles, striking a bodybuilding pose, and an aura of muscular masculinity surged forth. "This is my true form!"

"Think about it. If I transform into a human later, then in battle, reveal this original body—this terrifying behemoth, these muscles—wouldn't I instantly crush my opponent?! With equal combat power, aren't demons stronger than humans?"

The demonesses around them pondered.

Should the demon race cultivate their original demon bodies instead of their transformed human forms?

"I trained my body in the energy-poor outside world, in the forests, and became this strong. If I were in an energy-rich inner world, absorbing so much energy to train my body, doing push-ups, long-distance running, bench presses, wouldn't I be even stronger?"

The little wild chicken's words instantly struck deep into their hearts.

Could it be that the path they had been cultivating was always wrong?

Indeed!

Since the Azure Emperor's passing, their declining demon race had no longer produced world-shaking powerhouses to improve the demon path for them.

The little wild chicken slowly stood up, looking at the circle of beautiful young women around her.

"Over hundreds of years, many demons have adopted human aesthetics, becoming effeminate, believing that fair, handsome, smooth, delicate, and gracefully slender figures are beautiful."

Pan Yuxian used the little wild chicken as a mouthpiece to spread her ideology.

"But I tell you, human aesthetics are wrong! Terribly wrong!"

Our adoption of human aesthetics is wrong?

The demonesses fell completely silent.

They had never been taught such a thing!

Suddenly, they felt their worldview begin to waver.

The little wild chicken looked at the young women. "Yes, as beasts, you have learned superficial grooming; you have learned to wear clothes!"

"But we have forgotten our original purpose, our days in the jungle, when as beasts, we were strong, swift, graceful, wild, and hunted all animals!"

The little wild chicken stood towering like a terrifying mountain of flesh. "True beauty lies in the physique! It lies in not hiding, shedding feathers, openly revealing the body, full of streamlined aesthetic!"

"You!!"

"You!!"

"I'm talking about you all!!"

It gestured around at the beautiful young women, its voice resonant, "It's all because you acquired human bodies that you became complacent!!"

"You say your soft, curvaceous human bodies can be crushed with one slap."

It spoke loudly, choking up with genuine emotion.

"Once, I too was a humble little hen, just like you, dominated by fate, thinking humans were stronger than us, thinking males were even stronger than us. But I yearned for great power, so I transformed into this muscular physique before you!! Exercise! Exercise! More exercise! Muscles can give us girls the greatest sense of security!"

"Women, you must become strong!"

The bald chicken flexed its entire body of bronze-colored muscles, which were slick and shiny with sweat. "Demons are beasts! What is a beast? Tell me loudly, what is the beauty of the demon race!"

"You! You! And you! Come here and touch! See how firm it is!"

The surrounding young women's eyes widened. They came forward and began to touch, revealing expressions of disbelieving enchantment.

"It seems... there's also a sense of security, and it's quite beautiful?"

Their hearts seemed to be somewhat swayed.

So, muscle, wildness, and strength—these were the very foundations our demon race had once lost!