“You scared them.” Fali looked at Chen Zhao.

“They deserved it. Next time someone sets a fire here, who can I blame?”

Next day

Ashando and the others came obediently to plant trees.

They slipped away after finishing and didn’t say anything to Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao entered the River Map whenever he was free.

“Mortal, you’re here? Come play a round with me.”

Old Turtle grabbed Chen Zhao to play a game.

Chen Zhao was bored, so he decided to play.

He’d come in to relax, anyway.

But soon, he regretted it.

He played for three days and nights.

Old Turtle didn’t take a break at all.

Chen Zhao came to relax, but then it turned into torture.

It was too painful.

“Stop annoying me. I need a break.” Chen Zhao was about to break down.

“No, we only played for a short while.” Old Turtle latched onto Chen Zhao. “Should I transform myself when playing? Which Hollywood celebrity do you like? Should I turn into Scarlett? Or Nicole? Or Jessica?”

Chen Zhao broke free from Old Turtle’s grip. “Learn the parts under your head and then talk to me. Also, next time you turn into a woman, can you get rid of your beard too? Aren’t you afraid they’ll sue you?”

“Then you take a nap first. Play with me after you wake up.”

Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. To Hell with playing games.

In order to sleep well, Chen Zhao even put a bed in here.

He could sleep while enjoying the nurturement from the mountains.

The River Map was rich with Spiritual Qi. He felt completely energized after a nap.

Seeing Chen Zhao wake up, Old Turtle grabbed him immediately.

“Mortal, let’s continue playing.”

“Play your *ss. I need to cultivate.”

“Cultivating isn’t fun at all.”

For a million-year-old monster, there was nothing more boring than cultivation.

Chen Zhao ignored him. “How about you give me some pointers?”

“I don’t know anything about human cultivation. How can I teach you? Should I teach you how to cultivate into a monster?”

“Go play your game.”

This old monster didn’t have the awareness to act like a grandfather.

“Old Turtle, how about I give you some novels and you see how to act like a grandfather?”

“Sure, sure.”

Old Turtle wouldn’t reject any forms of entertainment.

When he exited the River Map, the inferior demons had already prepared lunch.

Carrie jumped onto the table. Chen Zhao looked at her size.

“Carrie, you seemed to have gotten much bigger.”

When Carrie had just been summoned, she was the size of a puppy.

Now, she was like a small Samoyed.

“There’s too much Spiritual Qi here,” Carrie said. “My power is getting nurtured.”

“Raymond seems to have grown a lot too, but Beelzebub hasn’t grown.” Chen Zhao glanced at Beelzebub.

He hadn’t changed at all. As Chen Zhao’s first demon subordinate, he still looked as he’d looked originally.

“My appetite got bigger,” Beelzebub said proudly.

“Human—wait, no, Master, I haven’t changed either,” Samuel said.

“Why didn’t you change?”

“Because I’m strong enough inside,” Samuel said proudly. “The change in Spiritual Qi doesn’t affect me much.”

Chen Zhao didn’t know what there was to be proud of.

But the one who changed the most was Little Nine.

Its size was a bit uncontrollable now. It seemed that it could grow as much as it ate every day.

For now, Little Nine’s size was still acceptable.

The three Hellhounds didn’t change at all. They looked like how they did originally.

They were artificial demons. Blackie was their creator.

Thus, they were already set and had no chance of growing anymore.

As for Princess and Walter, they were still growing, but they’d slowed down a lot.

For example, after shooting to 750 kilograms, Princess only gained around 25 kilograms in the past half month.

Chen Zhao estimated that her weight was close to the limit now.

Obitos was also part of the “rapidly growing” group. He was now 4.5 meters long.

He was twice the weight of Komodo dragons and entirely red.

Obitos was the most likely one to be heavier than Princess.

As for Black-Ma and White-Ma, they were in their true bodies, so they didn’t grow too much.

Even they couldn’t tell if their abilities had improved either, let alone Chen Zhao.

Of course, Amon was the one who’d grown the fastest.

He was truly a huge creature and was now more than 50 meters.

Chen Zhao didn’t know where his limit was or how heavy he was now.

The smallest changes were probably the four small ones: Briar, Bramble, Simba, and Nana.

They were regular animals and didn’t do anything other than messing around all day.

They were practically models for annoying kids. Of course, they didn’t have their kryptonite either.

Faith, Vera, and Manny were their kryptonite.

Whenever these three demon lords came, the house would fall into chaos.

“Master, I can summon 30% of my original strength in this area.” Raymond slithered to Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao had seen his terrifying true form before. If Raymond could summon his true form, he’d definitely be more horrifying than anything Chen Zhao had run into.

Both Evangeline and the Grandfather would be a morsel for Raymond.

“Can this Spiritual Qi area raise your abilities?” Chen Zhao asked curiously.

“It won’t raise it,” Samuel said. “It’ll just raise how much our projection can take. It’s like a basin of water. How much water it has determines how big of a fish you can put in it.”

“So it doesn’t affect your actual abilities?”

“It’ll only affect Black-Ma and White-Ma. They’re their true forms, so they can be affected directly.”

“But it doesn’t look like they’ve changed.”

“Their outer appearance won’t change much,” Samuel said. “But they’ve at least gotten 50% stronger. This is good. When they’re strong enough, they’ll be good help to conquer the world for me.”

“Okay, good luck. I’m rooting for you.”

“So, you support me conquering the world?”

“Of course.” Chen Zhao nodded.

“Give me $100.”

“For what?”

“Event funding.”

“You know, a legit company needs to do a detailed budget in order to get funding. You have to request it before I decide if I allow it. Go write up a budget and then you can request it.”