The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

It was three days later when Mo Xiaolan woke up. That day, right after the sect leader announced that Mo Luofan was the successor, she fainted and had no idea what happened afterwards.

"Le Zhenyu was called back by the Manting Sect yesterday." Mu Qingxue opened the window to let in some fresh air. "That girl was so unwilling to go back that she said she had to see you wake up with her own eyes before she would leave. Then she said something like the Manting Sect Master was sick, and then she left reluctantly, saying she would come to see you later."

"The Manting Sect is very strict. I'm afraid she won't be able to come out easily next time." Mo Xiaolan stood up and walked to the table to pour tea and took a sip. Mu Qingxue came over and sat in front of her: "Why do you say he is missing? It should be said that he is dead and pushed off the cliff by a demon."

Mo Xiaolan put down the teacup in her hand and paused: "Say he is missing, so he will have less explanations when he comes back in the future."

"Alas." Mu Qingxue sighed: "If Mo Xiaolan was really as good to Mo Luofan as you are to her, her end wouldn't be so tragic, and you wouldn't have to live in such fear. Now that Mo Luofan's becoming the Demon Lord is a foregone conclusion, what are you going to do in the future?"

"What else can I do? I can just wait for him to come back and kill me in 60 years. What else can I do?"

"Won't you make a last-ditch effort?"

"My brother will protect me anyway. Besides, it's not like I haven't tried hard." She smiled cunningly, "You know, after my unremitting efforts, I have at least transformed Mo Luofan's love for Mo Xiaolan into a sacred, pure master-disciple relationship. Maybe because of this, he doesn't hate me so much, but instead feels a little grateful. At least I won't be too miserable, right?"

"Uh..." Mu Qingxue bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "There is something I don't know whether I should say it or not."

"Good or bad?"

"Well, a good thing is also a bad thing, not a good thing but also a bad thing."

"Hey, tell me about it." Mo Xiaolan sat down with the expression of a spectator, supporting her head with one hand and looking at her.

"That's right." Mu Qingxue kneaded the corner of her clothes and said, "Do you still remember the gathering at Qingling Peak after the dance competition that day?"

"Remember, I asked you to come, but I didn't see you until the end of the party, so I went back to Qingling Waterside Pavilion by myself."

"Are you sure you came back by yourself?" Mu Qingxue asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I was drunk at that time. I remember someone helped me back. I saw you that morning. I think you were the one who helped me back." Mo Xiaolan knocked her head. She blamed herself for drinking too much that day and didn't even know how she got back.

"It can't be all my fault...right." Mu Qingxue lowered her head and glanced left and right from time to time, not looking at her. Her whole expression told Mo Xiaolan that this guy was definitely hiding something from her.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you dithering?"

"That's right, that..." Mu Qingxue seemed a little embarrassed: "Actually, I went there that night, but I saw you and Mo Luofan in the woods..."

"What are you doing in the woods?" Mo Xiaolan suddenly stood up and slapped the table, "I'm not going to hit him, am I?"

"It's a little more serious."

Mo Xiaolan's heart was in her throat now: "Did I not only beat him but also scold him?"

"Yes, we kissed, a passionate kiss."

"I thought something scared me to death." Mo Xiaolan sat down: "It's just..."

"What, kissed!!!!" Mo Xiaolan came to her senses and stood up immediately.

"Yes." Mu Qingxue looked at her: "And she took off her clothes."

"..."

"You were the one who took the initiative in the beginning!"

"..."

"Holding onto Mo Luofan's neck, she yelled, 'husband, 'husband,' and so on."

"..."

"Then Mo Luofan pressed you against the tree. Fortunately, I arrived in time, otherwise you would have become Mrs. Mo now."

"...No!" Mo Xiaolan thought carefully: "How do you know so much? Oh, I see, how long did you watch before you ran out to stop it?"

Mu Qingxue lowered her head again.

"Also, in fact, Mo Luofan has already fallen in love with you."

Mo Xiaolan gave her a puzzled look: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, there is absolutely no factual basis for this. The distance between him and me is exactly what a master and disciple should be. How is this possible? Don't scare me."

"Really? He said it himself." Mu Qingxue stood up, walked two steps with her back to her, and said, "On the night you were drunk, he confessed that he had a crush on you after seeing you bathing when he was fifteen. Over the years, as time went by, that suspicion slowly turned into reality."

"Fifteen years old?" Mo Xiaolan held her forehead with her hand: "I shouldn't have taken a bath in Qingyuan Gate for the whole year! Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Mu Qingxue continued, "I originally thought that he didn't practice magic, so it wouldn't matter if he fell in love with you. At most, you could just be a master-disciple relationship. The master loves you so much anyway, so it doesn't matter. Even if the truth comes out and the world can't tolerate the two of you as a master and a disciple, at most you or he can fake your death and retire to the mountains. You can still be together with a different identity, right? But, but who knows..."

When Mu Qingxue turned around, she saw Mo Xiaolan, who had gotten a piece of white silk from somewhere and hung it on the beam, and was standing on the table tying a knot.

"Wow, what are you doing? Are you upset?"

Mo Xiaolan took over her words and said, "But you never imagined that this fellow had already practiced magic before I started playing the game. I'd better end my own life. Xue girl, we two sisters will see each other in the next life."

"Come on, just pretend. I don't know you. You are not good at anything. Saving your life is your top priority."

"Then what do you say we should do?" Mo Xiaolan let go of the white silk knot and sat cross-legged on the table: "Now all the indicators have been met. I will just wait for him to come to me in sixty years to settle this emotional debt. I don't care anymore~"

"Heh." Mu Qingxue smiled coldly. She really didn't want to expose the panicked heart of this woman beneath her pretending to be strong.

Time passed day after day, and the disciples of Qingling Peak all felt that the master had become neurotic because of the loss of his beloved disciple. Although his appearance had not changed, his heart had aged a lot. In the past, he always clamored to eat the spiciest meat, drink the strongest liquor, and be the most handsome boy in Qingyuan Sect. Although we didn't understand what this meant, it sounded very impressive, youthful and energetic. Now he soaks wolfberries in teacups and eats light food. Except for the fact that he failed to give up meat, his other actions made people feel a little sad. Recently, he always clamored to choose a Feng Shui treasure land for his grave, which scared the master so much that he ran directly to the Feng Shui master's house to carry him back. Finally, he was locked up in Qingyi Hall for more than half a year, took dozens of medicines, and had no less than five acupuncture treatments before this "hysteria" was cured (scared) (ran away).

At the same time, under the cliff of Qingyao Peak, the air was filled with the smell of blood and eerie white bones everywhere. The nightmare surrounded Mo Luofan, who was like a dead body. Although Mo Luofan was awake, his body was motionless and he didn't want to move. It lasted for three days, and his mind was full of one sentence.

Master doesn't want me anymore...

"Young Master, Young Master." Yan anxiously wandered around him, and from time to time he used his smoky body to push the lying person. However, no matter how hard he tried or what method he used, he could not push him, let alone make him speak a word. The wound caused by the Xuantian Liuguang Sword was still emitting a faint blue-purple glow, contrasting with the red and black area.

People who are disheartened are waiting for death to come.

"Young Master, please get up quickly. If you don't find something to heal your wound, you will really die!"

Seeing that Mo Luofan was still unmoved, Yan turned around and floated to other places. Now at this moment, the young master had given up on himself. If he gave up again, the young master would really be hopeless!

Master, do you really hate your disciples practicing the devil's way so much?

Even willing to push me into this abyss.

Do you really hate me that much?

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his head as if a bomb had exploded. Mo Luofan hugged his head and curled up into a ball.

"What's going on? Does your body feel like it's going to explode?"

Suddenly, he recalled what Ruo Xiangsi said to him and that advice on the last night in Yuxian Town.

-

"Yesterday, you met my father, and he saw your identity. You are the son of the Demon Lord who was lost in the human world, right?" Ruo Xiangsi lowered her head and rubbed the corner of her clothes: "Young Master, since the war between humans and demons, our Holy Demon Sect has been looking for you, hoping to lead you to the demon world and return to its peak."

"sorry."

To Mo Luofan, neither power nor status is as important as that of his master. Being the Demon Lord means going against the human world and being an enemy of his master, which he is unwilling to do. If being a little disciple can allow him to be with his master, then he would rather give up the so-called position of the Demon Lord.

Although this answer surprised Ruo Xiangsi, no matter how she tried to persuade him, it was useless. Further persuasion would only make him feel disgusted, so it was better to put this matter aside for the time being. After all, Mo Luofan had the blood of the demon in his body, and he would come back one day.

"Then I respect the young master's wishes, but..." Ruo Xiangsi pursed her lips: "Young master is practicing Taoism while also learning magic?"

"Yes."

"Young Master, over the past thousands of years, there have been many people who have tried to combine the Taoism of the human world with the evil magic of the demons, but there is only one result, a sudden death. Maybe there is no reaction at first, but when the person practices to the fifth level, he will die without a doubt, without exception."

-

"The fifth level. Oh, yes, I am about to break through the fifth level. The demon skills and human skills cannot be integrated. If I can integrate them, will I be able to prove to my master that the demons and humans can be together..." Mo Luofan forced himself to stand up: "No, no, I can't die, I absolutely can't die." The surrounding demons were attracted by him and surrounded him. The red demonic energy formed a red protective layer around him, and there was some black and gray smoke surrounding it.

The nightmare, who had found the herb from somewhere, ran over and saw this scene. He was so frightened that the herb in his mouth fell out and landed on the pool of dried blood below.

"Young master, the eighty-one days haven't passed yet. You can't practice. You will self-destruct, ah ah ah ah, ah ah!" As he said this, he rushed towards the black and red protective circle hoping to interrupt the promotion. However, the protective circle was too strong. As soon as he rushed towards it, he was immediately bounced back. He rushed again, but was bounced again. He couldn't get in at all.

Mo Luofan in the protective circle felt that his body was split into two parts. On the right side, Qingyuan spiritual arts was flowing, and this half of his body felt like it was soaked in ice water. The other half of his body was flowing with evil spiritual arts, and it felt as painful as if it was burned by fire. Every time he tried to melt these two things together, his body would hurt even more as if it would explode in the next second. If he didn't melt these two things together, it was only a matter of time before he was swallowed by them!

I don’t know how many times the fusion continued, but half of the white and blue light ball and half of the black and red light ball merged again.

"Young Master..." Nightmare looked at this scene but had no way to save him. Suddenly, a burst of thunder struck down, and a blue light spread out from the middle of the red and black protective layer, splitting the thing apart. A spiritual power instantly spread out. When Nightmare touched the spiritual energy, he immediately felt the changes in his body. The small black smoke body actually grew larger, and the black smoke dissipated, and hands and feet grew out. He looked at his hands, and his pupils gradually dilated. "In order to protect me when I came to the human world, Lord Demon sealed me and turned me into a ball of black smoke. Now, young master has just been promoted to the sixth level, but the spiritual power he exudes actually broke the seal directly. Could this be the power that generations of Demon Lords want to obtain, the combination of the Demon Spirit and the Tao Spirit..."

"Young Master!" Yan immediately ran to Mo Luofan. Although Mo Luofan stood still, his figure and appearance became mature. The mark on his forehead flickered, and finally stopped and took shape.

After the surrounding spiritual energy dissipated, he finally couldn't hold on and fell down, holding the broken Red Star and Blue Cloud.

"Mo Xiaolan, you miscalculated. Even God won't accept me. When I return to the human world one day, I will make you pay me back a thousand or even a hundred times!"