The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

Seeing the new Palace Master take office, the people below began to get excited again. This could be described as a peak showdown between the acting Saint and the new Saint! The people below also wanted to see whether the former acting Saint was better or the new Saint was better.

"Lady Saint, please give me your guidance!" After completing the superficial etiquette, Duan Shuangying attacked first.

For some reason, Mo Xiaolan always felt that when she said the words "Saint Lady", she gritted her teeth as if she wanted to bite her opponent to pieces.

As expected, Duan Shuangying's sword strikes without mercy, and she has made rapid progress during this period, much better than when she was in Qingyuan Sect. If she continues like this, she will definitely become a master of her generation.

"Why don't you show your weapon, Saint?"

Mo Xiaolan really didn't want to play with her, she just wanted to exchange moves, but the person in front of her seemed to be very aggressive. If she used her true strength, she would probably be entangled to death by the person in front of her.

"In that case, I will not show any mercy." She put her hands together, and a bolt of lightning struck through the air, startling everyone. Someone shouted, "This is... Xuantian Liuguang Sword."

When he saw Xuantian Liuguang, Duan Shuangying was also startled, but he quickly came back to his senses, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became vicious: "So that's how it is. Before, after Xiangsi left, His Majesty would rather leave the position vacant than let others inherit it. Why did he choose a newcomer who just came? It turned out to be because of this thing."

Mo Xiaolan didn't quite understand what she meant and tilted her head in confusion. The next second, Duan Shuangying's face became even more ferocious, and he attacked with every move without mercy.

Compared to before, she has indeed made some progress, but to Mo Xiaolan, it is just a child's play. No wonder Mo Luofan has been reluctant to make her a saint, it turns out that she is not worthy of this position.

However, she couldn't show it too obviously. After all, she had only just obtained the sword in name, so she still had to pretend.

The fight between the two lasted for half an incense stick of time, but it was still unclear who was better. Mo Luofan was getting a little tired of watching and was playing with the jade pendant on his waist.

Her posture was wrong, she was wasting her Qi, and she didn't know how to attack when she had a good opportunity. I really don't know what Xuantian Liuguang saw in her that made him choose her as his new host. Thinking of this, he snorted in disdain.

Although it was just a slight expression, Duan Shuangying noticed it and she was also very angry. The person in front of her was obviously not much better than her, so why did she choose her as the saint? Today she would prove to the world that only she was worthy of the position of saint!

The attack has become more fierce? It seems that I have angered her. I should stop playing and end it quickly.

Mo Xiaolan clenched the sword in her hand, and when Duan Shuangying attacked, she dodged sideways, then turned around at an extremely fast speed and chopped down with the sword. She retracted her strength and just used her spiritual power to push her off the stage.

Duan Shuangying looked extremely embarrassed after stepping down from the stage.

At this moment, a glimmer of light appeared in Mo Luofan's eyes. It seems that this guy is not too stupid.

"The Saint Lady wins, the competition is over." As the herald's voice fell, Mo Xiaolan finally breathed a sigh of relief. She raised her sword-holding hand, gently stroked the blade, and used her spiritual consciousness to communicate with it: "We will fight side by side again, Xuantian Liuguang."

The Xuantian Liuguang sword emitted a faint light, as if telling her: Welcome back, my master.

-

"Anyway, I will come back when she leaves." Duan Shuangying left the hall angrily, carrying a large bag on his back and holding his usual long sword. As soon as he walked out of the door, he bumped into Mo Xiaolan head-on.

Mo Xiaolan was about to report to Mo Luofan. As they passed by, they bumped into each other. When Duan Shuangying saw her, she bowed reluctantly and walked away immediately.

"Did this person eat gunpowder?" She shrugged her shoulders, and the maid in the palace immediately came out to salute her, and then explained: "Saint, you don't know, that girl is about to arrive."

"Girl? Who?"

"Who else could it be? Of course it's that girl Zhiying who can make people angry to death." Ming Yao walked over with a smile. When she saw that there was no one behind them, a look of disappointment immediately appeared on her face. She murmured, "I'm late."

"Who is Zhiying?" Mo Xiaolan asked.

"This Miss Zhiying is your ex-lover," Ming Yao said mysteriously, observing her expression. Seeing that she didn't show any emotion, he asked, "How come you don't show any emotion when you hear the word 'ex-lover'?"

"What do I need? What does his lover have to do with me?" Mo Xiaolan took her hand and they talked as they walked.

"I don't know the details, but I heard from my brother..."

Before the two finished their words, a luxurious carriage appeared in front of them and drove all the way to Linglong Pavilion.

"That is the girl's exclusive carriage. Your Majesty has given her the utmost favor."

Suddenly, the carriage stopped beside them, and the person in the carriage gently lifted the curtain, revealing half of a lovely face.

"Miss Mingyao is going to Linglong Pavilion. If you don't mind, please come up and go with me."

"Okay, okay." Ming Yao seemed to like this girl very much and immediately pulled Mo Xiaolan into the car.

The outside of the carriage is so luxurious, and the inside is naturally not bad either. Even the seats in the carriage are cut from jade. It is spring and summer now, and it is a bit cool in the morning, but it will become hot in the afternoon. However, the carriage still maintains its usual coolness, thanks to the jade that is cool in summer and warm in winter.

After getting on the carriage, Mo Xiaolan could see the face of the girl in front of her clearly. Her small face looked a little sickly, and although her lips were painted with rouge, they still looked pale. In this world, short hair was rare, but this girl's hair was short to her neck, with only a blue headband as an embellishment on her head, and her eyes were purple.

"Are you feeling better?" Ming Yao asked.

"I feel much better. Thank you for your concern." Zhiying looked at Mo Xiaolan: "Who is this girl?"

"This is the new saint of my demon clan," Ming Yao introduced, "her name is You Huang."

"Miss Youhuang is well. My name is Zhiying."

Before they could say anything, the carriage stopped immediately, and the coachman's voice came from the front: "Girl, we've arrived."

"Okay." Zhiying nodded and made a gesture of invitation. After inviting the two to get out of the car, she stuck her head out of the car and slowly got out with the help of the maid beside her.

Several people entered Linglong Pavilion together. Mo Luofan was writing something. He looked up and saw the three people. His eyes were fixed on Zhiying. His expression suddenly became a little flustered. He immediately stood up to greet them: "Why did you come so early? You didn't even say hello to me in advance so that I could prepare."

"It's not your first time here, so why make so much trouble?" Zhiying smiled at him, but couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Xiao Yin, medicine." Mo Luofan frowned.

The maid beside Zhiying immediately stepped forward, took out the medicine bottle from her sleeve and handed it over.

"I don't want to drink it, it's bitter." Zhiying's voice sounded a little coquettish, and Mo Xiaolan got goose bumps all over her body.

"What do you want?" Mo Luofan looked at the two people behind him, and before they could say anything, he immediately ordered them to leave: "If you have anything to say, we'll talk tomorrow. Pass my order down, no one is allowed to disturb us today."

"Yes." Everyone in the room evacuated.

"Seeing that there is no one in the room." Zhiying gently leaned in his arms: "Brother Mo, I came here privately, will you be angry?"

"Since you know you'll get angry, don't do this kind of thing in the future." Mo Luofan didn't have the heart to push her away. Instead, he half-supported and half-carried her into the room and helped her lie down on the soft bed.

Zhiying felt a little sleepy as soon as she lay on the bed, but she still forced herself to keep her eyes open and talked to the person in front of her: "I have been awake for shorter and shorter periods of time recently. I just want to see you more while I am still awake."

"The climate here isn't as good as the place where you're recuperating. If you don't feel used to it, you should go back..."

"I'm not going back." Zhiying buried half of her head in the quilt: "Although Taohua Valley is nice, I don't like it without you."

"Zhiying, don't be willful."

"So what if I'm willful? Haven't you always spoiled me?" Zhiying poked her eyes out and looked at him: "In a year, I can only stay with you for these two months. Please don't chase me away, okay?"

"Yeah." In the end, Mo Luofan gave in and tidied the quilt for her: "I'll be by your side, sleep peacefully."

"Ah."

-

Outside the door, Mo Xiaolan, who was kicked out, had an unhappy face. If he hadn't been wearing a veil to cover his face, people would have seen clearly his puffed cheeks: "I finally came here to report on my work, but he treated me like this and asked me to come again tomorrow. Who would come tomorrow? Anyway, he has such a big kingdom, he doesn't care about that little piece of land, right?"

"You look so anxious, is there something important?"

"What else could it be? The new leader of the Manting Sect is uniting various sects to discuss the Demon-Slaying Conference. If the people inside are still intoxicated by beauty, even if the Manting Sect has come to the city gate, he can still drink and have fun inside."

"You can't blame him for this." Ming Yao walked in front with her hands behind her back: "Zhiying is indeed different from other women."

"What's the difference?" No matter how big she is, can she be bigger than Ruo Xiangsi?

"I am ashamed to say that if it weren't for Qing Jing and me, she would have already become the wife of the Demon Lord."

These words shocked Mo Xiaolan for a hundred years. There was no such character in the original novel. When did Cheng Yaojin suddenly appear and almost snatched the position of the Demon Lord's wife?

"You don't have to be surprised. That was when you were still unconscious." Ming Yao said, "But this matter is a secret. No one in this world knows except me, Qing Jing, the Demon Lord, my brother, and Zhiying."

"I want to know."

"That won't do." Ming Yao lowered her eyes: "To be honest, we were indeed sorry to her first, but what makes me curious is whether the Demon Lord loves her or feels guilty about her now."