This story happened before Princess Iron Fan married Bull King...
These days, every demon in the mountain was snowed under for an upcoming battle competition to be held by the most respectable chief of the raksha clan. The winner would become the successor of the clan. Not only would he be rewarded with iron fan, the treasure of the raksha, but also could marry the gorgeous daughter of the chief, Rakshasa.
Therefore, demons swarmed to the mountain and got ready for their all out performance, making the entire place bustling with noise.
In this joyous atmosphere, Rakshasa was the only one frowning. In a very bad mood, she kept throwing things in the room irritably.
In the competition, each of the participating monsters showed their best performance, desperately trying to defeat their opponents for the victory. Rakshasa sat on the throne next to her father, watching the battle on the arena with disdain.
Rakshasa: "They suck. I can beat this kind of opponent with only one palm. What took him so long? And that participant too, wouldn't he feel ashamed of his pathetic skills?"
Suddenly, a dark-skinned young man jumped onto the arena, waving his claws with both hands, and instantly took down all the monsters on the ring.
Chief: I decided! You're perfect to be the next chief of the raksha clan! Tomorrow, you'll marry my daughter. My dear girl, are you satisfied with this strong man?
Rakshasa: Wait, I know that black werewolf! He used to fight with me at all times and threatened to retaliate against me. How could I marry him?
Chief: Don't be naive. Why bother about this trifling past? He fights you because he loves you. If he doesn't, he wouldn't be here for you right? Tomorrow will be your marriage!
At night, Rakshasa was walking sullenly in the forest. All of a sudden, she heard someone calling her. Following the voice, she came to a cave where the Raksha clan hid their secret treasures, and a treasure on the altar was shining.
Rakshasa: Iron Fan...is it calling me? Do you...want me to control my own destiny?
At the wedding banquet the next day, the bride had gone missing, but a masked young man appeared to challenge the black werewolf the groom.
Young Man: I'm late for the competition. But I wanna let you all know that this man doesn't deserve to be the chief!
Black Werewolf: What a bluffer! Try me!
The battle between them was neck and neck. However, the young man then took out a leaf and chanted. The leaf turned into a huge fan in no time. With a swing, the black werewolf was blown off miles away, as well as the mask of the young man, revealing his true identity. It was Rakshasa.
Chief: Daughter, why did you do this? And how did you get the iron fan?
Rakshasa: Father, the fan chose me, and it proves my strength is well deserved! Please, accept me to be the chief!
Chief: You, you dare to ruin the rule of our clan! You're no longer my daughter, get off!
Rakshasa: How could you...fine then, I'll leave as you wish! But the iron fan is mine and I'm taking it!
Since then, Rakshasa had been wandering around with the iron fan, defeated numerous opponents, and became the "Princess Iron Fan" that everyone was afraid of.