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A group of Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals enjoyed a month of good food and drink on the island, supplemented by pills, causing many from the Demon Clan to begin breakthroughs in their cultivation.

Bald Dog and his two companions quickly whipped this unruly and undisciplined horde into shape.

Though not as strictly disciplined as the Human Race’s army, they now managed basic order in advance and retreat.

Once Long Fei’s blueprints for rebuilding Liangshan Island were finalized, a million demons began busying themselves in four directions.

This was a massive project to move mountains and fill lakes, according to Long Fei’s plan, it would take at least a year.

Destroying a place is easy, but remodeling it is indeed quite difficult.

First, the ley lines must be aligned and connected, so Earth Energy can draw external Spiritual Energy and purify it.

It was like giving a blood transfusion to a patient—the outer skin can gradually heal.

Great Demons delved underground to clear the ley lines.

Little Demons cleared river sediments on the surface and thorns from the mountains.

They leveled where needed, dug pits where needed, and filled places where needed.

In Bald Dog’s command center, the division of labor was clear.

Bald Dog appointed himself as the on-site chief commander, Da Heiniu as the chief of security, and the Ground Rat Demon King as the technical advisor, dived underground daily, moving mountains and filling lakes.

As for the Black Dragon King, he was in charge of logistics and supplies.

Unfamiliar with environmental transformation, he was, after all, a loach, having grown up in muddy swamps.

Seeing the swamps being dug out, he felt a bit regretful.

As the grand logistics officer, besides daily leading water-familiar little demons to fish and catch shrimp in the lake to improve meals for everyone,

he also handled the responsibilities of alchemy, with Long Fei gifting a large batch of basic herbs, enough to produce a substantial amount of First Grade Elixirs.

Within the Demon Clan, he recruited a group of gifted Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals, teaching them the Alchemy Rules.

Gradually, his logistics team also boasted over a thousand disciples.

Although alchemy was taxing, it had great benefits without requiring physical labor, a task in high demand among the Demon Clan.

The Demon Clan understands reason, operating with a mindset similar to humans.

They adopt the good habits of humans, and they also have human bad habits.

Scheming, avoiding hardships—these are the primal nature of all beings.

The Black Dragon King initially worried about supply issues but relaxed upon seeing the daily herb deliveries.

He gradually felt at ease, realizing such vast resources and strength could only belong to Long Fei.

He once dreamt of leading a million Demon Soldiers; now that thought seemed embarrassing.

To say nothing of else, the daily consumption of materials was astronomical; he could never afford it.

All the various Demon Kings had always survived by plundering, never envisioning a day when their forces would lead a 9-to-5 life here.

The lifestyle soon became mildly uncomfortable—feeling a bit restricted and lacking the previous freedom.

Over time, the restless energy within everyone gradually dissipated.

Every morning, after opening their eyes, they counted troops, distributed tools, and went to construction sites according to instructions.

As night fell, they completed their work on time.

Upon returning, they first ate roasted meat and drank fish soup.

The meat gifted by Long Fei was high-calorie, high-nutrient Demon Venerable meat, once inaccessible even to Demon Kings.

A single bite made every muscle brim with energy.

Weekly, they could each receive a pill guaranteeing basic survival, unimaginable in the past.

Previously, when they roamed various mountains, they were often hungry or full, constantly risking death.

Now everything was better because life became too stable.

Many demonic beasts grew pig-like, their bellies brushing the ground as they walked.

The Demon Kings even acquired the bad habit of smoking; each evening, they gathered to drink and chat, asking Bald Dog for a bit of the stuff.

Then they tilted their heads back at a forty-five-degree angle, taking a few puffs.

Initially, only Bald Dog smoked, but it quickly spread to others.

Even Little Demons imitated them, wrapping dried grass in paper to smoke.

This stuff was made from herbs, free of impurities. It invigorated and replenished Essential Qi when smoked.

Gradually, it became a sought-after commodity on the island.

Many demonic beasts even secretly saved their pills to trade for it with others.

Upon discovering this, Long Fei realized the urgency of building a civilization on the island.

Otherwise, with idleness breeding bad habits.

He took out a Golden Pagoda Treasure, instructing Bald Dog to place it in their resting area.

The pagoda stood 100 meters, divided into nine levels.

Inside was a whole new world, looking modest but achieving over a thousand square meters on each level.

Filled with books Long Fei had collected from the Netherworld, ranging from cultivation-focused texts to various tales, essays, and poetry.

He selectively picked simple, straightforward works suitable for these demonic beasts’ understanding, encouraging them to relax inside after work.

Among a million demonic beasts, few could read.

This entertainment wasn’t very successful, only a small portion of Demon Kings and Demon Generals participated.

Some Little Demons even snuck in to tear pages to roll cigarettes.

This infuriated Long Fei, and he had Bald Dog severely punish the book-ripping Little Demons.

Wang Xiaoya offered him advice to take out the stocked film projectors.

With nothing else to do, play some movies for everyone.

These need no cultural foundation; as long as one understands human speech, they can watch.

And so movie entertainment was added; each night after dinner, without Demon Kings calling them.

A group of Little Demons automatically gathered, waiting for the film to start.

Their favorite was the Human Realm’s "Journey to the West," initially showing an episode a day, eventually increasing to two episodes.

After watching, the demons revered the Great Sage Equal to Heaven immensely.

An Ape Clan Demon King even boasted about being a relative of the Great Sage, later self-titling himself Lesser Great Sage.

As a result, the next day, someone challenged him, supposedly beating the Ape Clan Demon King badly.

Once this cultural development got underway, island life drastically changed, no longer as dull and tedious as before.

The Demon Clan even produced poet demons.

The Roaring Sky Tiger King was the first to act eccentric, having stumbled across two nonsense poems, adopting a Human Race name, calling himself "Song Bohu."

As it claimed, since the Tang had fallen and it was now the Song Dynasty, it wanted a national surname.

Each day after work, it smoked a cigar, holding a stick, contemplating the sunset, then shouted its thoughts aloud, "Mourning my son afar, unreachable from view. Eating and drinking, lacking in seasoning. Cursing my enemies, lacking sharp blades. As the sun and moon shine on me, heaven and earth weep along!"

Its poetry largely mourned its son, earning it the title of a sorrowful poetic demon from the Demon Clan.

Unconvinced, the Fox Demon King was the second to act out, deeming himself "Linghu Chong"!

He would carry a wine flask in his left hand, a longsword in his right, while performing sword flourishes as he composed.

His poem declared, "A wanderer in the pugilistic world, who escapes injury? Sword drawn and horse sped forth, ten steps to slay a person. With wind and grass startled, I rest at the Mass Burial Mound overnight. We, as heroic men, make the Four Seas our homeland."

His poetry was bold and chivalric, thus earning the title of a heroic poetic demon.