The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

At Qingyuan Gate, in the Qingling Water Pavilion, basin after basin of blood stained black and red was being carried out, with no sign of slowing down.

For twelve hours, Hua Ruoruo had been in a state of high concentration. Mo Xiaolan's vital signs were very weak, her bones and tendons were all broken, and her flesh and blood could not grow back for a while. The high fever kept coming and going.

Dozens of disciples beside the bed were using their spiritual power to maintain her last signs of life.

"Huh." Hua Ruoruo fell to the ground and said, "She has finally saved half of her life, but as long as her flesh and blood doesn't grow back, she will be in danger."

"What on earth is going on?" Zhu Ling asked, "Didn't we say we were going out for fun? Why did it turn out like this?"

"This is the tooth mark of a young demon child." Hua Ruoruo lowered her head and her voice became smaller and smaller.

"Demons, the demons again." Zhu Ling punched the wall: "Are they all sealed? Why do they come out to cause trouble again?"

"That requires asking the immortal guest." Hua Ruoruo looked at the person standing at the door.

At night, Zhu Ling was on guard. The blue lotus in the pond gave off a subtle fragrance, and she fell asleep.

Then, Lan Lian turned into a soul and walked in.

Mo Xiaolan's entire body was wrapped like a mummy, with only a pair of eyes exposed, but these eyes were not open.

Mo Qingge came to her bedside, lowered her head and slowly approached her. During this period of time, she had accumulated a lot of spiritual power with the help of the spiritual power of Qingling Peak and transformed her soul into a human form. Although these spiritual powers could not restore Mo Xiaolan to her original state, they could help her grow new flesh and blood quickly.

All the spiritual power was given to her at once. Mo Qingge could hardly hold on any longer and turned into a blue lotus and returned to the lotus pond.

Under the moonlight, the fairy guest came in with a lovely smile, came to Mo Xiaolan's bed, and placed the wreath he had just woven next to her pillow: "Tell the fairy master a secret, I made a big mistake, I ran away for so long, but in the end I couldn't escape. Before I met the fairy master, I might have run away again, but after experiencing so much with the fairy master, I understand that I have to bear my own responsibilities, just like the fairy master and Qi Run. If there is an afterlife, I also want to be a gentleman loved by everyone, not a traitor."

She looked at the sleeping person in front of her. Although her eyes were filled with tears, she still forced a smile and said, "I wonder if Zhufan Zhuling will take good care of you after I am gone. Oh, what am I thinking about? Senior Sister Zhuling is so considerate, she will definitely take good care of you. You must have almost vomited after eating the carrots in that carrot field. Also, Master Xian is good in everything except that you touched the rabbits too hard, and their fur is almost bald. Not all rabbits have the same good temper as me. I want Master Xian to smooth my fur and touch me. Also, my real name is not Xianke. If we can meet again, I will tell you my real name."

Xianke gently pulled Mo Xiaolan's hand and left a kiss on the back of her hand: "Master, Xianke is gone." Big tears fell on the bed, dyeing one small flower after another.

"This time, the little rabbit is really leaving."

The moment she turned around, a tear flowed from the corner of the eye of the person on the bed.

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At night, two figures sneaked into Qingyuan Gate, came to the Demon-Suppressing Pavilion, and found the person who had been frozen for a long time.

"Is this the Sect Master?" Mu Qingxue took off her cloak and looked at the ice coffin in front of her with a wider field of vision. The people around her also took off their cloaks, revealing a face as gentle as jade.

"When Mo Chu attacked the Qingyuan Sect, the sect leader stayed behind alone to deal with the demon in order to cover my escape. Before he left, he left this spirit stone to me." Mu Qingfeng took out a crystal clear stone from his sleeve. The moonlight shone down and sprinkled on the jade stone. The jade stone immediately emitted a ray of light, shining on the ice stone.

"This spiritual stone will emit a strong light under the moon. As long as this light appears, it means that I am back, and the head of the sect can come out."

Before he finished his words, the ice coffin made a loud noise, large pieces of ice slid down, and the person inside finally opened his eyes.

Mu Qingfeng immediately went to support him. Shang Jun coughed twice, then held his hand and asked anxiously, "What's the situation now? How is Xiao Lan? How is Qingyuan Sect?"

The two of them lowered their heads and said nothing.

"What on earth happened? Tell me quickly." Seeing them like this, Shang Jun became a little anxious.

"Brother, don't worry. Xue'er and I are just sneaking back to our sect. We heard some rumors on the way."

"What did you say?"

"Speak..." Mu Qingfeng pursed his lips and continued, "Mo Luofan has occupied the four major sects, and Xiaolan has resigned from the position of the leader of Qingling Peak."

"What..." A warm smell of blood rushed up his throat. Shang Jun couldn't help it and spat out blood in his mouth. He was so weak that he had to lean on Mu Qingfeng to avoid falling.

"Master, don't panic." Mu Qingxue stepped forward. "Master and I have already inquired about it. Although Mo Chu has occupied the other three sects, many people inside are dissatisfied. If the master can take back Qingyuan Sect first and return the tokens of the other four sects, we will have a great chance of winning."

"It's just that," Mu Qingfeng added, "we have been away from the sect for a long time, and we don't know what the situation is with Qingyuan Sect now. If we leave rashly now, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble. After all, the leader of Qingyuan Sect is dead, and I am a traitor."

"Don't be afraid. I'm here." Mu Qingxue patted her chest and said, "I haven't offended Mo Chu. I believe that the disciples of Qingyuan Sect will not have much hostility towards me. I'll just go check the news."

Mu Qingxue first chose Qingling Peak. Now she had to ensure Mo Xiaolan's safety. Although Mo Xiaolan could still hold out for a while with her current cultivation level, she was still a time bomb.

After all, Baili Suxue's plot line is completely different from the development of the original work, and it is difficult to guarantee whether their master-disciple line will also take a different approach and end in a more irreversible way.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, she sneaked into Qingling Peak and tiptoed to open the door of Qingling Water Pavilion. Mo Xiaolan was lying on the bed with bandages wrapped all over her body, while Zhu Ling fell asleep beside her bed.

Zhu Lin woke up immediately when she heard some rustling sounds. She turned around and saw the dark shadow and was about to fight it. Mu Qingxue immediately lit the lamp to illuminate her face.

"Qingxue?" Zhu Ling rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, "You're back?"

"What's going on? Lan Ya...what happened to Master Mo Feng?"

Zhu Ling lowered her head and tilted it to one side: "Master was injured like this by the demons."

"Demons?" The first person that Mu Qingxue thought of was him. She asked herself, in this whole world, apart from the disciple who was pushed into the abyss by him, who else would be so cruel to such an indifferent person.

Merovan...

Mu Qingxue clenched his fists. He had thought that the man would not come back until sixty years later, but he did not expect that things would turn out like this. It was all her fault for being too conceited. She thought she could do whatever she wanted as she had a grasp of the overall situation, so she dragged the matter until now and even implicated her good friend.

"Mo Chu, I will make you pay for your blood with blood." She said this almost with gritted teeth.

"Mo Chu?" Zhu Ling was puzzled: "What does this have to do with Junior Brother Mo? Ever since he ascended the throne as the head of the sect, he has always been to Master..."

"He is the Demon Lord!" Mu Qingxue almost cried out, tears covering her stubborn face. "He wanted to avenge Mo Xiaolan, so he used dishonest means to seize Qingyuan Sect. Now he has hurt her like this. He must have achieved his goal. Is he now in his Demon Clan Imperial Palace, having a big banquet and laughing?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhu Ling unconsciously took a few steps back and fell to the ground. In her mind, she recalled the lovely little junior brother who, even though he had become the sect leader, still respected them as before.

But as soon as she thought about it, the demons showed their true colors, opened their bloody mouths, and ate all her relatives one by one. In the whole town, only she and Zhu Fan escaped by stepping on the flesh and blood of their relatives.

"How could it be? How could Mo Chu be the Demon Lord?" She raised her head and shouted, "Are you mistaken? This is all your guess, right? How could he be the Demon Lord? There must be some misunderstanding, right? Let's go find him and listen to his explanation, okay?"

Mu Qingxue turned his head away. He knew that the relationship between the senior sister and the disciple for more than ten years was not something ridiculous. In Zhu Ling's heart, she really regarded Mo Luofan as her younger brother, but the fact was that she could not help but believe it.

"Take her to find Zhu Fan, I'm here." Hua Ruoruo came in without knowing when.

"Ruoruo?" Mu Qingxue was surprised: "Why are you here?"

"After all, I am also a human being cultivated by the immortal grass of Qingyuan Sect for a hundred years. I can't hide any action of Qingyuan Sect from me. And I also know that the leader has woken up, right?" Hua Ruoruo walked in front of her and looked at her. "Three months ago, I don't know what happened to Zhu Fan. He seemed to be crazy, squatting in a corner and talking to himself. He said that there is a demon king in our Qingyuan Sect. We asked him who he was, but he refused to say, and just kept saying it's impossible, impossible. I gave him some sleeping incense so that he won't become a mentally disturbed person. Go and see him, maybe you can find the answer you want."

I came to Zhufan's room and pushed open the door. A thin figure was huddled at the head of the bed, hugging his knees with his head buried in them, shivering. The whole room was filled with a sad and weak atmosphere.

“Zhu Fan.” Zhu Ling walked over and held his hand: “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, it’s me, Zhu Ling.”

After hearing his voice, Zhu Fan slowly raised his head, grabbed her shoulders the next second, and shouted, "Zhu Ling, tell Master to tell all the disciples of Qingyuan Sect to run. We have a Demon Lord in Qingyuan Sect. He will lead the demon beasts to open their bloody mouths and tear our bodies apart like he did in the past, turning Qingyuan into a hell on earth like the town. Run."

"Who is the Demon Lord you are talking about?" Mu Qingxue asked.

Zhu Fan looked up at her, then lowered his head: "I don't know, I don't know."

"Then how do you know there is a demon lord among us?"

"I'm not lying." He raised his head and stared into her eyes anxiously: "Run, run, no matter who you are, the farther the better."

"All of this is a lie you made up, because you don't know whether there is a Demon Lord or not, otherwise how could you not even know who he is." Mu Qingxue's tone began to become a little sharp.

Zhu Fan shook his head desperately: "No, I am not lying, there really is a Demon Lord, you must believe me."

"Stop talking." Mu Qingxue pulled Zhu Ling up: "He must be lying, otherwise we would never know who the Demon Lord is. We just need to go back and do our normal things. We don't have to care about what he says. After all, we have been safe for so many days, and we haven't seen the arrival of the Demon Lord."

“No, no.” Seeing Zhu Ling about to be dragged away, as if about to fall into death, Zhu Fan shouted: “I know who the Demon Lord is!”

The two stopped and turned to look at her.

Zhu Fan lowered his head, his hair not combed for a long time made him look very miserable. "It's just that I can't say it. He will die. I don't want him to die, and I don't want anyone from Qingyuan Sect to die. So as long as we run and stay away from them, no one will die."

"Zhu Fan." Mu Qingxue turned around and looked at him: "You have to remember, running away is useless. As long as there is a war, there will be casualties. We can escape for a while, but can we escape for a lifetime? We can escape, but can the whole world escape?"

"I……"

"That person is Mo Chumo Luofan, right?"

Zhu Lin seemed to be stabbed in the heart. He quickly raised his head to look at her and shook his head desperately as if in a panic: "No, no, it's not him, not him, not Mo Chu, not him, he didn't, it's definitely not him, it's someone else, yes, it's someone else."

"Really?" Mu Qingxue bit her lower lip, carried him to Qingling Waterside Pavilion, threw him outside the room, pointed inside and shouted, "Go and see, Zhu Fan, go and see how badly your master was injured by the person you protected. Her whole body is wrapped in bandages, and even her proud face is ruined beyond recognition. Do you still want to protect him? This time your master blocked it for you, so who do you think he will target next time?"

She squatted down, level with him, grabbed his shoulders and shouted desperately: "Do you still want to excuse the murderer now? I tell you the truth, Mo Luofan is the only gifted genius in the demon clan in hundreds of years. His achievements are even greater than the human-demon war more than 20 years ago. If we can't stop him now, he won't just be seriously injured, Zhu Ling will die, Qingyuan Sect will be destroyed, the entire human world, the ghost world, and the demon clan will become subordinates of the demon clan, and Mo Xiaolan will not just lie in bed like now. She will be tortured to the point of being neither human nor ghost, and finally die without even a place to rest, becoming a lonely ghost, homeless, this is the fate of everyone."