The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

Half of January had passed. When Mo Luofan stood in the courtyard of Qingling Waterside Pavilion again, the whole courtyard was filled with the fragrance of tea, which sounded like the scent of jasmine and gardenia.

The man sitting under the big tree in front of him, sipping tea leisurely, turned his head and looked at him: "Are you ready?"

"Senior please."

Master Mo Feng stood up from the couch and stretched out his hand. Immediately, a whip flashing with lightning appeared in his palm. No matter how many times he had seen it, this whip with thunder still filled people's hearts with fear.

He clenched his fists and endured the pain given to him.

Perhaps it was because he had developed a habit of whipping himself over the past half month, and this time, apart from the usual feeling of spiritual power rampaging through his body, the pain did not seem to be so intense anymore.

But when he was whipped for the eighth time, he couldn't help but fall down. The man in front of him still didn't stop and whipped him ten times before taking the whip back.

Zhu Fan, who was standing aside, saw that the punishment was over, and immediately went over to help him down and took him back to Qingyuan Warm Room.

As soon as he returned to the room, Mo Luofan immediately sat down to meditate and rest. Zhu Fan did not disturb him and left on his own accord.

As soon as he left, the fluffy little spirit beast under the bed started to curse, flew to Mo Luofan and asked, "Your Majesty, how do you feel?"

The restless spiritual power finally stopped. Mo Luofan slowly opened his eyes and moved the tendons in his hands. Every time after being whipped by Xuantian Liuguang, he could feel as if he had been reborn.

After half a month, his skills had improved by at least two levels, especially the combination of Qingyuan skills and the demon skills had become smoother.

"Sometimes I really don't understand, is Mo Xiaolan helping you or hurting you." Ming Beilin sat next to him and said, "She said she was helping you, but after you two had communicated with each other, she treated you like this, she treated you more cruelly than her enemies. She said she was hurting you, but every time she beat you, you could feel her skills improve like never before. If she wanted to help you improve your skills, why would she make such a fuss with you?"

"I don't know." Mo Luofan shook his head and looked at the bright red line on his palm.

"Your Majesty, why don't you stop what you are doing and go back to the Demon Realm to heal this injury." Ming Beilin looked at the red line on his hand with some reluctance: "If this line really extends to the heart meridian, you will be powerless to save the situation."

"It's okay. It's still far from the heart."

Three days later, Mo Luofan came to Qingling Water Pavilion as usual. This time, he steadily caught ten whips.

"You are a little better than I expected." Master Mo Feng put away the whip, picked up the tea on the table, and took a small sip: "Pack your luggage and follow me in seven days. I will take you to the location of the second competition."

"Well, thank you, senior." After Mo Luofan saluted her, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait, you don't want a reward?"

"Reward?" When he turned around, he saw that the person in front of him had his eyes changed from purple to black.

"Master!"

"Luo Fan!"

The two hugged each other tightly, Mo Luofan hugged him tightly, the past half month of separation felt like hundreds of years. He could see her face every day, but as soon as he thought that the person in this body was not the real her, the disappointment occupied his entire mind like a rapidly growing bud.

"Luo Fan, listen to me." Mo Xiaolan whispered in his ear, "You must bring Ming Beilin with you to the second competition."

Although she didn't know what that person was up to, but thinking that Ming Beilin had always been with Mo Luofan, she thought it wouldn't be wrong to take him along.

"What?" Before Mo Luofan could react, the person in front of him turned into purple eyes again.

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"What, Your Excellency, you want to take me out?" Ming Beilin happily circled around his feet several times: "That's great, I knew that even though I have become weaker now, Your Excellency has not abandoned me and still treats me as your right-hand man."

"That's enough." Mo Luofan stopped writing and picked up the paper man. The paper man was only as long as a palm and was more than enough to fit into his sleeve. "I'm taking you there secretly. You possess this paper man and are not allowed to come out without my permission."

"Why?!" Ming Beilin puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction: "Don't worry, Mo Xiaolan and I are very familiar with each other, she will let me go."

"If you don't want to, you can stay here and look after the house."

"I'll attach myself. Isn't it okay if I attach myself?"

-

To Mo Luofan's surprise, he thought that Master Mo would take him to some place full of swords and seas of fire, but he ended up coming to Qingyao Peak.

It is still the same as usual here, with birds singing, flowers blooming, and abundant spiritual energy, including the hut in the cave.

"Why did you bring me here, Senior?" Mo Luofan looked around and said, "This doesn't look like a place where people can be tortured."

"Torture me?" Master Mo Feng turned around and looked at him, his tone somewhat angry, but in the end he lowered his expression helplessly: "Forget it, I don't bother to argue with you."

Mo Xiaolan, who was watching everything from inside the body, also sneered: "It's reasonable and well-founded, you can't argue with it."

Master Mo Feng ignored her and brought Mo Luofan to the top of the mountain.

As soon as he stepped into this place, Mo Luofan felt a little anxious. Although that happened five years ago, he still felt a little scared when he thought about it carefully now.

"Don't worry, I won't push you down." Master Mo Feng saw through his thoughts: "You are now the Demon Lord, there is no point in pushing you down."

After hearing her words, Mo Luofan frowned, and his doubts about her increased. Although he vaguely guessed that there were two people, why was this so?

If the person in front of him was the master he originally worshipped, then how did the person who came later become superior?

Overnight, the person who hated him so much before had such a big change towards him. If the latter's soul was not Mo Xiaolan, then who was she?

But no matter what the truth is, all he wants is the person who will be with him day and night.

Master Mo Feng approached the cliff and looked down. Then he seemed to want to say something but hesitated. He walked down the mountain top, and Mo Luofan followed him.

It is spring now, and many butterflies and bees are working hard. She cast a spell casually, but the speed was so fast that it could not be seen clearly.

"I cast a spell on this group of insects. Now I require you to find the insect I cast the spell on within three hours and to be able to tell how many times it flaps its wings in one hour."

"What?" Mo Luofan looked at the hive that contained at least a hundred bees, if not a thousand. How easy would it be for him to find that bee within an hour and to see how many times it flapped its wings?

"You can only use your eyes, you cannot use any magic. If I find out that you use magic, you lose the competition." After saying that, Master Mo Feng walked away, leaving Mo Luofan alone watching the bees among the flowers.

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"This..." Master Mo Feng looked at the round little fruit in his hand with a look of disdain on his face: "Can this really be eaten?"

"Of course!" Mo Xiaolan in the body sat cross-legged in the middle of the lotus, supporting her head with one hand and talking to her: "This is called potato, it's delicious, quickly light a fire, and then take out the salt I asked you to bring. After it's baked, sprinkle some salt on it, it's super delicious."

"We are both cultivators. We have been practicing fasting for a long time and can survive without eating." She casually threw the potato in her hand to the ground.

"It's not for you to eat."

"He also fasted."

“Sometimes food is not just food, it’s also a kind of nostalgia.”

No matter what Mo Xiaolan said, she didn't want to look at that thing again.

A blazing fire started.

A lot of smoke rose up, turning her pretty face a little dark.

It was getting late. Three hours had passed and Mo Luofan walked back to the cave with heavy steps.

Obviously, he did not complete the difficult task and did not find the bee that cast the spell. He was smart and caught a bee at random to observe. As a result, the vibration amplitude of its wings was so fast that his eyes were dazzled and he could not count how many times it moved its wings. He failed to complete either of the two tasks.

After seeing him come in, Master Mo Feng threw the black roasted potato in his hand to him. Mo Luofan subconsciously tried to catch it with his hand, but it was so hot that he couldn't even hold it.

In order to complete the assigned task, he specially sealed all his skills temporarily. Now he was no different from an ordinary person. When such a hot potato fell on his hand, it naturally caused several blisters.

But when he saw that the black thing contained the golden fruit, he suddenly no longer felt the pain from the blisters on his hands and quickly raised his head to look at that person. However, when he saw the same pair of purple eyes, his mood fell again.

"What? You think I'm your stupid master just because I'm baking a potato?"

Mo Luofan did not answer her, but wrapped his palms with his sleeves, picked up the potatoes on the ground, sat on the straw pile in the corner, peeled off the black outer layer, and took a bite.

Now he has sealed up all his cultivation, including the fasting. He is so starving that he wishes he could eat up the black flesh and skin.

A few more potatoes rolled over, and he looked up at the person in front of him.

"Eat quickly." Master Mo Feng poked the remaining potatoes in the fire with a branch: "Your stupid master is making a lot of noise in my head."

"Senior, can I say a few words to our Master?" Mo Luofan asked in a low voice, holding the potato in his hand.

"Don't break the rules of the competition."

"Oh."

Seeing him like this, Master Mo Feng suddenly felt a little bit reluctant: "She can hear everything you say, but she can't talk to you."

"Really?" Mo Luofan smiled, took a deep breath and said, "Master, I know you gave me this potato specially. Don't worry, no matter how you test me, I will accept it. Wait for me for a while, and I will bring you back."

"Silly girl." Mo Xiaolan hugged her knees and buried her head. Her knees suddenly became wet.