Crossing a wide river, I arrived at the neighboring land.

The scenery here was indeed beautiful, with spirit fields everywhere and villages scattered around.

Working in the spirit fields were not only eighth-grade demons who hadn't yet transformed but also transformed demons, though most were mortal farmers.

Yes, Wang Wu wasn't seeing things; he wasn't mistaken, those were indeed humans.

Hardy men in their thirties, shirtless, unnaturally strong, with thick chest and back hair, brimming with power, able to plow the land themselves, followed by a few tender, lovely young women.

There were also elderly men and women in their seventies or eighties, leaning on canes, standing in the village entrance basking in the sun, their murky old eyes seeing perhaps memories of the past or the blurred images of their long-lost parents.

Not far off, seven or eight hairy children, neither entirely human nor entirely demon, more boisterous than even Little Demons, were causing a ruckus; perhaps they were his grandchildren.

These half-demons were out of place among the real Little Demons.

One could distinguish them at a glance, not by their appearance but by their demeanor—trained, intelligent, and of Human Race heritage.

It seems this was indeed the best way for the Demon Race to supplement the lower-tier demon people, because without enough spiritual qi, transforming into a human was too difficult for Little Demons, and even after transformation, they would barely qualify as an ox or horse at the lowest level.

But humans were different; at a mere ten years of age, they were already decent oxen and horses.

"They don't seem like captured slaves to me?"

Standing outside the village, Wang Wu curiously asked, because in this village, the houses were well-arranged, not too good but not bad either; each home had a small courtyard, the roads were tidy, fields lay outside the village, besides the spirit fields that likely needed tribute, and there were ordinary fields for themselves.

Most households consisted of three generations living under one roof.

This kind of situation wasn't even achievable in many parts of Earth back home.

"Great King, isn't this considered slavery?"

The little maid looked at Wang Wu with some doubt, quickly explained, "In fact, after they are captured, they can never practice cultivation in their lifetime; isn't that terrifying?"

"Oh, that seems quite terrifying."

"Also, they're confined in these houses and can never leave the fifty li radius for their whole lives—it's quite cruel, isn't it?"

"Hey, it is quite cruel."

"They're also made to toil in the fields every day, barely eating enough—isn't that excessive?"

"Yes, too excessive."

"Most importantly, they must raise ten children; if not, every decade, new female demons replace them. Isn't that horrifying?"

"Indeed, very horrifying!"

Wang Wu wiped his mouth, nearly forgetting his current identity; if he were still on Earth back home, he would definitely sign up.

"Let's go, see other places."

Wang Wu didn't want to stay here any longer.

"Why don't we see these human slaves in our fiefdom, oh, I mean, in Princess Lark's fiefdom?"

"Reporting to the Great King, it's different. Princess Lark often needs to retreat and is unable to lead soldiers to raid the Human Race, while General Iron Waist, and many other lords, who don't need to retreat, have to go out and pillage, requiring many half-demon legions."

"Speaking of which, it seems since the Great King is often retreating as well, Leopard Captain, Wolf Captain, and Eagle Captain are all quietly grumbling and seeking transfers."

"Transfers? They also want to raid?" Wang Wu was surprised.

"Yes, it's the perfect opportunity to raid while the Human Race is stretched thin," the little maid said cautiously, watching Wang Wu's expression intently, eager to try.

"So, you want to raid the Human Race too?" Wang Wu was very surprised; you look so demure, yet you're only a Fifth-Grade Little Demon, unafraid of becoming cannon fodder?

The little maid became bashful.

"Great King, I must consider advancing and breaking through, too. Going to the Human Race territory could yield precious spirit pills, like the Realm-Breaking Spirit Pill. You, being a descendent of a prestigious family, an Ancient Blood Demon Race, naturally need not worry, but as a servant, I must strive for progress."

"Understood!"

Wang Wu nodded, realizing that the Southern Wilderness Demon Race was full of aggressive individuals.

However, being aggressive isn't a problem, but the family must also develop. He really doesn't believe that the Southern Wilderness Demon Race were truly like barbarians.

Yet he didn't delve further into this matter and simply said, "Later, tell Leopard Bigfoot, Lang Er Dan, and Diao Sanmao that I'm not stopping them if they want to leave, and they don't need to pay any termination fees. They can go freely, and if they can't make it outside, they can return anytime. I, the Great King, am open-minded."

"So the Great King really doesn't plan to go out raiding?"

"Yes, I plan to retreat for the next ten years or so."

"That's too bad. As a mere servant, I have no chance, as Princess Lark doesn't allow me to follow the army into battle," the little maid said, looking disappointed.

Wang Wu didn't respond to her.

He suddenly thought the Southern Wilderness Demon Race's societal military structure seemed somewhat like the feudal system, with Third-Grade Great Demons and Second-Grade Great Demons being like lords, each with their own armies, leaving for battle without needing to report to the Demon Emperor.

This can't continue.

It's easy to get picked off one by one.

Wang Wu pondered randomly; however, given the Left Demon Emperor's wisdom and military prowess, one would imagine—

"Great King, if I may be so bold, it might be wise to retain Leopard Bigfoot, Gou Er Dan, and Diao Sanmao, these three Captains; they're quite formidable in strength, in the future—"

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