The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

"If Master is not pleased, disciple..." Before Mo Luofan could finish his words, a blue sword energy rushed towards him. He subconsciously blocked it with Red Star and Blue Cloud.

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The Red Star Blue Cloud Sword broke in the middle, and the broken blade fell to the ground with a clanging sound. Seeing the broken blade, Mo Luofan could not calm down the pain in his heart for a long time.

The Red Star Blue Cloud is a first-class spiritual weapon. There are only dozens of first-class spiritual weapons in the world. Master’s first move can cut off the blade, which means that Master is really going to kill him. Does Master really not want him anymore?

"Master..." Mo Luofan picked up the remaining sword blade on the ground. A tear fell on the cold blade, splashing a little water. He vaguely remembered that his master gave him the sword. It seemed like a long time ago, but also like it was yesterday...

The sweet osmanthus that year was more fragrant and bloomed better than usual. August 13th of that year was the day when the three senior brothers and sisters got their spiritual weapons. Zhu Fan and Zhu Ling had already chosen their favorite weapons early on. He was the only one who stood in front of hundreds of spiritual weapons and looked around for a long time, but none of them suited him. He did not dare to tell his master, for fear that his master would think he was useless and could not even tame a spiritual weapon. So on August 15th of that year, when Qingling Peak was celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival with laughter and joy, he was the only one who was worried but still had to greet everyone with a smile.

"Mo Luofan." Mo Xiaolan put down the teacup in her hand, stood up and left the chairman's seat and said, "Come out with me for a moment."

Mo Luofan, who was named by the master, was a little upset, and walked out with her with his head down.

As soon as he went out, the sweet scent of osmanthus filled the air. Mo Xiaolan stood under the osmanthus tree with her back to him: "What spiritual weapon did you choose?"

Mo Luofan was startled and stood there in a daze, not daring to move. After a while, he slowly spoke: "Master, I am useless..."

I thought I would be punished by her, or given some verbal criticism, but I didn't expect that the master didn't punish me, but instead gave me a gentle pat on the head.

Mo Xiaolan knew that he was the young master of the demon clan, and even if he hadn't awakened yet, there was still a repressive force in his bones. This force was felt not only by living creatures but also by spiritual weapons. Low-level spiritual weapons would inevitably become scrap metal in his hands. As for Mo Chu in the original book, Mo Xiaolan didn't care whether he had spiritual weapons or not. Anyway, he wouldn't be able to choose if given a chance, so she let him fight with his bare hands until he was eighteen years old, and then slowly forged his own weapons on the road of cultivation.

She sighed, stretched out her right hand, and silently recited the summoning formula. A red light emerged from her hand, and a sword with a red handle and a silver body appeared in her hand.

"Master?" He was surprised and happy, not knowing where to start.

"This Red Star Blue Cloud is my second natal sword. I am giving it to you today. Do everything you can to tame it and make it serve you as it serves me."

Mo Luofan took the sword and reached out to touch the sword surface. The Red Star Blue Cloud emitted a faint red light, as if telling them that it had recognized Mo Luofan as its second master.

Mo Xiaolan: "Damn, he surrendered too quickly. It's a wonderful story of cultivating immortals. The hero's aura is really strong!"

"Master." Mo Luofan held the long sword in his arms, looked up and said to her with a smile: "Disciple will definitely bring Red Star and Blue Cloud to protect Master in the future, and become a decent and great man like Master."

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Now that the Red Star Azure Cloud has been broken, he has failed to become a decent big man, and he has failed to protect his master...

"Master, I know I was wrong, and I will correct it. Please don't abandon me." Mo Luofan knelt on the top of the mountain holding the broken blade: "I don't want to be the first in the trial, and I don't want to be the future successor of the master. I really just want to stay by your side forever. Please don't drive me away, Master."

Mo Luofan grabbed her clothes and cried, "Master, please don't chase me away."

His humble plea was met with only indifference in the end. Mo Xiaolan raised her sword and cut off the part of the dress that he was holding. The next slash of the sword landed on his body. Mo Luofan felt pain in many parts of his body. His body flew backwards and hit the ground hard. He spit out a mouthful of blood. After struggling to stand up, he felt a push on his shoulder and his body leaned down uncontrollably. There was an endless abyss below. Everything happened so suddenly, so suddenly that he didn't even have time to think. The familiar figure became more and more blurred until he could no longer see him. He fell off the cliff, and the first thing he thought about was not how to be rescued, but his master's disgust.

Watching Mo Luofan falling from the top of the mountain, Mo Xiaolan could no longer hold on. After feeling weak, she fell down as well.

"Xiao Lan!"

At the last second, Le Zhenyu rushed over and grabbed her hand, but Mo Xiaolan had already lost consciousness. Many black hands stretched out from the dark cliff, grabbed Mo Xiaolan and began to pull her down.

"Demon clan evil?"

Mo Xiaolan is now unconscious, and Le Zhenyu is pulling her, unable to separate her soul. Jiang Qiqi's body is weak and she cannot wield the sword. In this situation, either Mo Xiaolan will be dragged down by the evil spirit, or both of them will be dragged down together.

"Damn, we are really isolated and helpless now!" Le Zhenyu yelled, "Mo Xiaolan, wake up quickly, use your Xuantian Liuguang Sword to save me! Mo Xiaolan, Mo Xiaolan."

"Wake up!"

Suddenly, Xuantian Liuguang, who had fallen to the ground, regained consciousness, flew up and cut off the black hand that was holding Mo Xiaolan. Only then was Le Zhenyu able to pull her back. The strange thing was that Xuantian Liuguang did not return to Mo Xiaolan in the end but stayed in front of her.

Le Zhenyu felt something strange and stretched out her hand as if possessed by a ghost. In her soul state, she automatically separated from Jiang Qiqi's body under the sword energy of Xuantian Liuguang. A mark similar to Mo Xiaolan's appeared on her forehead, but it disappeared automatically after a while.

Mo Xiaolan slowly woke up from the ground, and Le Zhenyu quickly entered Jiang Qiqi's body to help her up: "Xiaolan, what's wrong with you? Why did you jump off the cliff just now? What happened?"

Mo Xiaolan looked at her and within a few seconds her tears couldn't stop falling. She fell into her arms and burst into tears. Le Zhenyu was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what had happened to her, let alone how to comfort her. He could only reach out and pat her on the back to comfort her.

The people outside the barrier were already extremely anxious, and Hua Ruoruo even ran to the scene with her own medical box to treat Zhu Fan and Zhu Ling's injuries.

Finally, the barrier began to float slightly. After Le Zhenyu helped Mo Xiaolan out of the barrier, the barrier closed automatically. Seeing their master coming out, Zhu Fan and Zhu Ling immediately ran over without even treating their injuries.

"Master! Are you all right?"

Mo Xiaolan shook her head.

"Master!" Zhu Ling tilted her head and glanced behind her and asked, "Where is Junior Brother Mo Chu?"

Mo Xiaolan lowered her head and pursed her lips, then walked to Shang Jun of Qingyaotai and said, "Master, Qingling Peak disciple Mo Chumo Luofan bravely fought against the evil monsters and killed them all, but unfortunately, his whereabouts are unknown."

"what!"

Zhu Ling covered her mouth and burst into tears. Zhu Fan held her in his arms and let her cry.

Everyone knew that Qingyao Peak was so small, and there was only this barrier entrance. Where could he have disappeared? The only possibility was that he had fallen off a cliff. But below was the entrance to the demon territory guarded by Qingyuan Sect for generations. If a Qingyuan Sect disciple entered, he would be dead and his life would be in danger. Even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would be skinned alive. Mo Chu thought that he was probably in danger and his life or death was uncertain.

"If you can't even protect your own disciples, what kind of master are you!" A roar came from the crowd. The source of the voice came from Duan Shuangying among the disciples. Duan Shuangying clenched her hands, and her beautiful facial features were squeezed together because of anger. The people around her pulled her and whispered to persuade her: "Shuangying, what are you doing? That's the master of Qingling Peak!"

"So what if you are the leader of Qingling Peak? You are nothing but a waste! You can't even protect one person. You might as well get out of the position of leader!"

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned. Everyone in the Qingyuan Sect knew that the leader of Qingling Peak, Mo Xiaolan, hated being called a waste the most. When she was still a disciple, she was called a waste by the then leader. After that, she worked harder and worked harder. In just one year, she jumped from the bottom ten to the second place, on par with Mu Qingfeng. After becoming the leader of the peak, anyone who dared to call her a waste would have one of his arms crippled, no matter how high his cultivation level was. Now Duan Shuangying called her a waste in front of everyone. She was afraid that she might not be able to go back today.

Sure enough, she was knocked flying the next second, her body hit hard on the pillar, she spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted. After seeing this, Hua Ruoruo calmly packed her medicine box.

"Doctor, doctor, help!"

"What are you arguing about? It doesn't take time to organize things!" Hua Ruoruo walked over slowly with the medical box, complaining as she walked: "Weren't you very tough when you scolded Mo Xiaolan just now? What's wrong? You became weak after being hit lightly. Don't be so tough here if you can't even withstand a single blow from someone. You are my disciple, how can you harm me with more than ten years of relationship? Don't use your pig brain to think about it, why are you spitting bubbles here?"

It can be said that Hua Ruoruo watched Mo Xiaolan grow step by step. There is really no one in this world who has the right to call her a waste, not even one.

Mu Qingxue looked at Mo Xiaolan who was not far ahead. Like Mo Xiaolan, Lan Xing hated being called a waste the most. Although she was not as cruel as Mo Xiaolan who would break someone's arm or leg at every turn, it was common for her to fight with others over this matter at school. She had asked the reason before, but Lan Xing herself didn't know why. Anyway, she had been like this since she understood the ways of the world. It would be fine if others avoided the word "waste" and said she was useless, but she would start to explode as soon as the word "waste" was mentioned.

Shang Jun walked up to her, patted her shoulder, and said, "Don't be angry, I'm here for you."

After Mo Xiaolan left, Shang Juncai said to all the disciples: "Mo Chu, a disciple of Qingling Peak, is brave and resourceful. He fought against the demon tribe alone and sacrificed his life for justice. Although he is missing and his whereabouts are unknown, from now on, Qingyuan Sect will do its best to find the successor to the Qingyuan Sect - Mo Chu."

Disciple obeys the order——