The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

"Young Master, Young Master!" When Yan found him, Mo Luofan had already fainted. The medicine he had just found was stained with blood and could not be used. He had no choice but to tear off his cloak and cover Mo Luofan, then carry him on his back and walk into the demon world.

The people here seemed to be used to the scene of people carrying half-dead people on their backs. They didn't even glance at them and just went about their own business. Yan had just regained his human form, and the silver on Mo Luofan's body was of no use here. Yan searched for a long time before he found a dilapidated ancestral hall. Although it was a bit desolate, it could at least block the wind and rain and provide temporary shelter.

However, that night, some dirty creatures came here following the smell. The demon blood on Mo Luofan's body was a top-grade product for the demons to cultivate.

After simply bandaging Mo Luofan, Yan slowly closed his eyes with a hint of vigilance to rest and adjust his own spiritual power. He had not used his spiritual power for too long. If he did not gather it back quickly, he would be like a useless person.

It wasn't long before the disgusting smell came rushing over, and the entire abandoned ancestral hall was filled with that disgusting smell.

The thing came to Meroving, the black object opened its bloody mouth, and its sharp teeth were exposed.

"You dirty things are not worthy to touch him!" The Nightmare grabbed its tail and dragged it away from Mo Luofan with brute force. The thing looked back at him, and its bloody mouth smiled into a crescent moon. It bounced off the Nightmare that was holding its tail and flew upwards, gathering strength to rush straight towards Mo Luofan's body. The Nightmare immediately ran over and hugged Mo Luofan with his body. When the thing touched his skin, it felt as painful as a burn. In an instant, the skin on his back began to burst, and the flesh and blood were blurred. Even so, he still held Mo Luofan tightly and would never let go.

"What a loyal dog!" The thing slowly transformed into a long-haired woman made of purple smoke, and said in a sharp voice: "Then I will kill you first, and then kill your master."

As it spoke, it rushed towards the two of them. At this moment, a white light flashed, and a tough arrow blade pierced its body.

"Are you guys okay?"

When Yan heard the voice, he immediately raised his head. The person in front of him seemed as sacred as a savior.

"Saint?"

Ruo Xiangsi had never seen Yan before. She tilted her head to look at him. She saw Mo Luofan in his arms and her originally calm face immediately turned anxious: "Brother Mo Chu?" She squatted down and took a closer look at the man: "Why is he in the demon world? And he is so badly injured?"

"Wasn't it the good master of the young master who did it? As soon as she knew that the young master was practicing the magic spirit technique, she wanted to kill him without blinking an eye. What a cruel woman! If I can beat her, I must avenge the young master!" When Yan mentioned this matter, he was so angry that his teeth were itching. Mo Luofan, the future Demon Lord of the demon clan, the person that the demon clan people hold in their hearts and respect, she said to kill him and made the young master half dead with just one sentence.

"Brother Mo Chu is too badly injured. Let's secretly take him back to the Holy Palace. I will report this matter to my father and ask him to make the decision. Don't worry, our clan is headed by the Demon Lord. We are different from those traitors. You can trust me without any worries."

Yan lowered his head and thought for a while, looking at Mo Luofan in his arms. If he couldn't get treatment, he was afraid that Mo Luofan would really die here. Back then, the leader of the Ruo Sect, Ruo Lunhan, was also a loyal person to the Demon Lord. Although he didn't know whether he was the same as before, there was no other way now. It would be better to take a gamble. If he lost the bet, he would rescue the young master even at the cost of his life.

"Then, please trouble the Saint."

Holy Palace——

"What? The young master came to the demon world and was seriously injured?" After listening to Ruo Xiangsi's report, Ruo Lunhan was so scared that the tea in his hand spilled all over himself. He immediately stood up from his seat excitedly: "Quick, quick, gather all the talented people and demon doctors to save the young master immediately! No, no, they are keeping a close eye on the Holy Church Palace. If we use such a big force, it may alert the enemy. Xiangsi, go and ask the Holy Demon Doctor in person. Tell him that I have an old illness and the situation is very urgent. Go quickly."

"Yes!" After Ruo Xiangsi left, Ruo Lunhan felt that he couldn't sit or stand, and neither position was suitable. So he hurried to the guest room to check on the young master's injuries.

As soon as he entered the guest room, a sweet smell of blood overwhelmed him. Having received so much blood from the former Demon Lord before, he was very familiar with this smell. He had not seen the person standing by the bed protecting him for many years.

"Guardian Zuo."

Hearing that no one had called him that for a long time, Yan turned around. His former colleague has now become so old.

After a conversation between the two, Yan learned that the demon world has now been divided into two major factions. One faction is led by the former Demon Lord, who is represented by the Holy Church Palace to perform official duties. The other faction is led by Luosha King Qingjing, who is ambitious and wants to ascend to the throne of the Demon Lord himself. Although both factions are looking for the young master who was lost in the human world, it is obvious that one side wants to rescue and the other side wants to kill.

"That lowly slave!" Yan slapped the jade table with one hand, his facial features twisted together in anger. Ruo Lunhan shuddered and said, "Be gentle, this table is quite expensive."

"At the beginning, he was dying in front of the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord took him in out of pity. Seeing that he was smart and capable, he made him the king of a region. But he actually took advantage of the situation and wanted to make himself the Demon Lord. How hateful!"

I heard a burst of heavy punches hitting the jade table, which smelled like money being torn.

"Father, the young master is awake."

Upon hearing the news that the young master had woken up, the two immediately ran into the guest room. Mo Luofan was still lying on the bed in a daze. Although he had opened his eyes, he was still like a living dead, not speaking or moving.

"Young Master, is this... not fully healed yet?" Ruo Lunhan looked at the white-bearded old Saint Demon Doctor beside him. The Saint Demon Doctor stroked his beard and said, "I have done everything I should do. It is the Young Master who refuses to move or speak. He is too worried. It is like half of his life has entered the underworld, and the other half is just being kept alive by me."

"Then you should think of a solution quickly. Aren't you a doctor?"

"Old man, I treat physical illnesses, not mental illnesses."

"Stop arguing!" Yan roared and said, "You guys go out first, I will enlighten the young master."

After everyone left, Yan squatted down, looked at the person on the bed, and forced a smile: "Young Master, we are home. When you get better, we will go back to the palace..."

"Where is my sword?" Mo Luofan asked.

"what?"

"Where is my Red Star Blue Cloud?"

"The sword is already broken. How can it be used? I threw it there. When the young master is well, I will summon the best swordsmiths in the demon clan to make a better weapon for the young master..."

Mo Luofan bent his head slightly, looked at him, and closed his eyes.

Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now everything was going in a good direction. At least the young master was not like he was a few days ago, holding the broken sword all day long, not talking or moving. Now he was no longer trying to find the sword, which meant that he was really letting it go. One day, he would definitely let go of that cruel woman and take control of the demon clan again.

"Subordinates retire."

As soon as he went out, three pairs of eyes were staring at him anxiously.

"What are you doing?"

"How is the young master?" Ruo Lunhan asked.

Yan acted as if everything was under control, patted his chest and said: "Everything is under my control, leave the young master to me, please pay more attention to the Imperial Palace, as soon as the young master is well, we will fight back!"

The next morning -

The young master is missing!!!!

As soon as the sky brightened, the Holy Demon Doctor came to change the medicine for Mo Luofan. As soon as he entered the room, he found the room empty, the bed was neatly made, and the couch was cold.

Ruo Lunhan was so anxious that he immediately sent someone out to look for her without even putting on his clothes and shoes. What a worrying guy.

"Damn it! I knew he wouldn't give up so easily." After putting on his coat, Yan flew out with a rocket step.

Sure enough, Mo Luofan was found huddled in a corner holding the broken blade at the place where he fell off the cliff. This guy's sense of direction is too strong. Even though he was unconscious and injured like that, he was still able to find this place.

"Young Master..." Yan squatted down to his level and said, "The past is like a broken sword. The sword is broken, the righteousness is broken, why can't you let it go?"

"No." Mo Luofan raised his head and looked at him. Only then did he see that the broken Red Star Blue Cloud Sword was still glowing quietly. Logically speaking, the blade was broken and the sword must be useless. Moreover, it was cut off by a divine weapon like Xuantian Liuguang. Why is there still a little spiritual power fluctuation now?

"Nightmare, you can help me fix it, right?"

"I……"

"Isn't that right?" Mo Luofan grabbed his sleeve and begged him like a poor puppy, begging him to repair the only thing his master left him.

"Young Master..." Yan pursed his lips and said, "I have a way to help you fix it, but..."

"But what?"

"In the history of the demon clan, it's not that no one has been able to repair a broken spiritual sword. Thousands of years ago, an ancestor once repaired a broken first-grade spiritual sword. However, he wrote the method of cultivation into a book, which can only be opened by the demon lords of successive generations..."

"what do you mean……"

Suddenly, Yan knelt down on one knee in front of him: "Young Master, please return to the position of Demon Lord."

"No, no." Mo Luofan let him go and shrank back into the corner holding the sword again: "Master hates people from the demon clan the most, let alone the Demon Lord? No, no."

"Young master, please follow me." At some point, Ruo Lunhan appeared behind the two of them. He walked forward, grabbed Mo Luofan with one hand and Yan with the other. In just a few seconds, the three of them arrived at a high platform where the imperial city was located. Below were people coming and going. This scene was even more prosperous than that in the human world.

"Young Master, please use the Bright Eyes Technique."

Mo Luofan closed his eyes and chanted a spell. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils were covered with a light blue color. Looking down, the place seemed peaceful, but it was actually gloomy. There were even some black clouds above the heads of some people, but they were unaware of it.

"What is this?" asked Mo Luofan.

"The forbidden technique against heaven, using ten thousand demons as sacrifices, can gain the same great power as the Demon Lord." Ruo Lunhan explained: "The little thief Qing Jing is going to use this forbidden technique. When the nine stars shine together and the sacrificial hall is opened, he will sacrifice ten thousand people to help him gain the same power as the Demon Lord and proclaim himself the emperor."

"What a mad man!" Yan clenched his fist and punched the vermilion railing of the platform: "Have you ever thought of exposing him?"

"Of course I haven't thought about it, but that little thief was popular among the people when the former Demon Lord was still alive, and now he is even more popular. The people who believe this are just so-so."

"The people of the demon clan are the ones that the demon king would sacrifice his life to protect. How can we let that little thief ruin them!" Yan turned around and knelt on one knee in front of Mo Luofan: "Young master, now that things have come to this, you must not let the people of the demon clan fall into trouble because of personal feelings. In public, you can save thousands of lives and inherit your father's business. In private, you can repair the spirit sword and put your worries to rest."

"Young Master!" Ruo Lunhan also knelt down: "Young Master, please ascend to the position of Demon Lord and save the people from the water and fire."

Please, young master, ascend to the throne of the Demon Lord and save all people from danger.