Upon hearing these words, Iron Demon’s brow furrowed. He wanted to scold the young man for his nonsense, but whispers from Lin Fang reached his ears.

It was information on how to improve runes, and as he listened, Iron Demon gradually became enchanted.

He could tell that what the young man said was correct, and a sensation of wild joy instantly filled his heart, like a lost traveler seeing a guiding lighthouse.

He excitedly began his attempts, and everything was so easy, the runes that once required all his effort to inscribe now came effortlessly.

When the brand-new runes appeared on the weapon, Iron Demon’s face showed an obsessed expression; these were such perfect runes, naturally harmonious, as if they were revealing the deepest mysteries of Heaven and Earth.

Only then did Iron Demon realize he had been on the wrong path all along, forgetting that the greatest principles of this world go from complexity to simplicity.

"So this is the true essence of runes!" Iron Demon murmured to himself, his face brimming with contentment.

To witness The Way was to die without regrets!

"Would you like to learn?" Lin Fang asked softly.

Iron Demon looked at Lin Fang with some disbelief, "You’re willing to teach me?"

After all, in this age, most people hoard their knowledge, and The Way is not passed on lightly. Secret Techniques like the Way of Runes would not be easily shared with others.

"Of course, I have my conditions. I’ll teach you the Way of Runes, and in return, as my apprentice, you shall serve me," Lin Fang said with a smile as he looked at Iron Demon.

He was curious whether this Blade-Smithing Master could set aside his pride to learn the Way of Runes from someone as unknown as him.

But no sooner had Lin Fang finished speaking than Iron Demon knelt down promptly and respectfully kowtowed to Lin Fang, calling out, "Teacher!"

Lin Fang had underestimated Iron Demon’s desire for knowledge; ever since the Blade-Smithing Master had gained insight into the Way of Runes, he constantly longed to glimpse The Way.

However, the Way of Runes is mysterious and profound, directly pointing to the origin, and is one of the supreme paths. Without the guidance of a knowledgeable master, understanding it would be extremely difficult. Had Lin Fang not received magisterial instruction from Elderly Lord, he likely would not have reached his current level.

Therefore, upon hearing that he could learn the Way of Runes from Lin Fang, Iron Demon didn’t care about losing face; he immediately kowtowed to become an apprentice, without a moment of hesitation.

A flicker of surprise crossed Lin Fang’s face. He had expected Iron Demon to agree, but had not anticipated such decisiveness, such eagerness, leaving him unable to proceed with the prepared persuasions.

"Well then, since that is the case, I shall impart to you the Way of Runes."

That day, the Blade-Smithing Master Iron Demon left Tiemu Mountain, taking his forge with him, and Lin Fang became the master of these lands, establishing his own name.

The very next day, a group of powerful Demon Kings swept across the mountaintops, making all other Demon Kings who had claimed territory scurry away in fright. Within just a few days, this Demon King named Lin Fang had taken control of all the mountains in the region.

However, unlike the other Demon Kings, Lin Fang seemed quite benevolent. After ascending to the throne, he didn’t summon little demons to build him a grand Cave Mansion, nor did he demand they offer up treasures as tribute.

On the contrary, he strictly restricted the monsters of each mountain from casually bullying the little demons.

As the news spread, little monsters hiding in the mountains began poking their heads out, sparking many conversations.

At first, no one believed such good fortune was possible, suspecting it was just another trick to capture more little demons.

However, as time went by, they realized that this new Demon King truly had no intention of exploiting them, and only then did they completely put their minds at ease and begin to move around on this land.

"Have you heard? This new king is going to build a city here!" The news quickly spread among the little monsters, sparking discussions.

"Build a city, here? That doesn’t sound like a good thing at all. Such a large city will require so much manpower and resources—I think our days of suffering are coming. Maybe the rumors spread before were just to deceive us into coming out."

The little monsters suddenly felt afraid, thinking that coming out so rashly might have been unwise.

"They’re providing food!" A little demon shouted excitedly as it ran over.

"What’s going on?"

"The king said that everyone working on the city’s construction will be provided with three meals a day."

"Really?"

The little demons found it hard to believe—where on Earth did this Demon King get so much food, and since when were there such kind-hearted people in this world?

When they arrived at the site of the city’s construction, still half in doubt, and saw the abundant food, joy erupted on their faces.

The Monster race was not adept at farming, mainly because years of chaos had prevented any form of stability and, naturally, there was no talk of growing grains.

They had long grown accustomed to days of feasting followed by hunger. If it weren’t for the Demon Clan’s far greater physical strength than the Human Clan, they probably would have starved to death long ago.

As the news of Lin Fang providing food spread, countless little demons swarmed to the site, eager to work tirelessly all day for a bite to eat, knowing all too well how difficult it was in these times to get a full meal.

Thus, a magnificent city gradually rose from the ground. As the little demons looked at the city that they were building, stone by stone, a sense of pride swelled in their chests—this was the fruit of their labor, each brick and stone a crystal of their sweat.

At that moment, they also felt a sense of belonging. Accustomed to a life of instability, the prospect of living in this city seemed like a very appealing idea.

Inside the city, the little demons were bustling with activity, sweating as they worked, but each face was radiant with smiles. They had heard that once the city was completed, they would each be given a home to live in.

They were building their homeland with their own hands.

A group of people slowly walked on the yet-to-be-completed main road, surveying their surroundings while the little demons around them looked on with reverence. These were none other than Lin Fang and All Demon Kings.

"Food is the foundation of everything. Only an endless supply of food can settle the monsters down and gradually wean them off their wild nature. This is the reason why the Human Clan is strong," Lin Fang said with a light sigh.

"This sight is truly uplifting. After so many years, it is time for us to rise," the Wolf King murmured.

The Demon Clan, once such a splendid race, had fallen to such a state—it was truly lamentable.

He suddenly laughed and said, "It seems like you’re going to win the bet with His Majesty."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fang also laughed, wondering how Feng Jiu was doing now. He thought silently to himself.