Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Jiang Tingwan raised his head and looked at the familiar scene in the sky in shock.

"Shaoyang is about to break through!"

Mo Shaoyu shouted excitedly.

But when it comes to shock, Jiang Tingwan was definitely the most shocked. Another person was promoted because of her nonsense. She stood there in disbelief, and then suddenly it dawned on her, and the thought that had come to her mind before appeared in her mind again.

Could it be that she really has the ability to influence others?

Could it be that her golden finger is that her words come true?

If you think about it carefully, every time she talks nonsense, she is actually solving a problem in her heart.

My understanding of Lin Shuyu is about his intensive skills.

To Mu Yun, it’s all about his resentment towards himself.

For Mu Qingge, it’s about the nature of choice.

What he said to Mo Shaoyang today was his admiration for his master.

Oh my God, Jiang Tingwan seemed to have found a pattern and was eager to test this hypothesis on the next person.

Before she could decide on a candidate, Mo Shaoyu beside her caught her attention.

I saw a seven-foot-tall man wiping away tears after seeing his younger brother get promoted.

"Why are you crying?" Jiang Tingwan asked.

Hearing Jiang Tingwan's voice, Mo Shaoyu immediately knelt down in front of her and kowtowed in gratitude, which scared Jiang Tingwan.

"What are you doing?" She wanted to help him up, but Mo Shaoyu didn't move at all and kowtowed three times to Jiang Tingwan.

"Thank you for your guidance, uncle. My two brothers have known since we were young that we became inner disciples for the sake of Brother Meng's practice. Although we are both disciples of the master, we are not as talented as him. Therefore, we can only follow behind him cautiously and be his eyes and mouth."

"I originally thought that my brother and I could only be Jindan disciples, but I didn't expect that today, thanks to Uncle Master's guidance, I could see Shaoyang's breakthrough. I have no way to repay Uncle Master, so I can only kowtow to Uncle Master a few more times."

Mo Shaoyu cried so hard that his eyes were filled with tears and snot. He was even happier to see Mo Shaoyang advance than he was. He felt a kind of excitement, as if he had finally gotten his wish after suffering and finally getting a good rain after a long drought.

"Don't be like this, get up first! I don't need your kowtow..." Seeing that he wanted to kowtow again and unable to help him up, Jiang Tingwan could only look at Mu Yunzhong for help.

Mu Yunzhong already had some grudges against the three of them, so when he saw him kowtow to his master, he had no intention of stopping him. However, after receiving Jiang Tingwan's request for help, he could only obediently walk forward and help Mo Shaoyu up.

Mo Shaoyu, who was still crying, felt even more ashamed when he saw that it was Mu Yun who helped him up, and even all the thoughts he had for many years came out in one go.

"Brother Mu, we have been so bad to you over the years. To protect ourselves, we have had to follow others and speak coldly to you. I cannot thank my uncle for his guidance to Shao Yang. I only hope to repay the harm we have done to you over the years."

"As long as I can make up for you even a little, I will let you beat and scold me, and I will never resist."

At this moment, Mo Shaoyu seemed like a good brother who had realized his mistakes, repented, and suddenly returned to the right path, willing to take responsibility for everything, but Mu Yunzhong no longer needed their apology.

Therefore, all his current actions cannot change the fact that he was once bullied.

So although he looked calm and composed, his tone revealed a hint of sarcasm and coldness, "There's no need to talk about the past anymore."

Jiang Tingwan saw through Mu Yunzhong's perfunctory attitude, but after all, the personalities of Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang were given by her, and if one really wanted to discuss good and evil, they were not guilty of heinous crimes.

What’s important right now is that Jiang Tingwan wants to confirm her guess, to confirm whether she really has the special ability to talk nonsense and make sense.

"I see that you seem to be happier to see your brother's enlightenment than to see your own enlightenment?"

Jiang Tingwan selected the experimental subjects. If Mo Shaoyu could also be promoted under her "guidance", it would mean that her nonsense was not just nonsense, but the ability to promote and change the plot.

Seeing that it was Jiang Tingwan who was asking the questions, Mo Shaoyu naturally answered every question.

"Shao Yang has been more ambitious than me since he was young. I know that my talent is limited, so I just want to live a stable life in the sect, so I am willing to follow Senior Brother Meng and be a yes-man. But Shao Yang is not like that. He doesn't want to be an appendage of Senior Brother Meng. Every time he says or does something, it is not from his heart."

"I was the one who told him that our talents were not as good as Brother Meng's, and that the master chose us only to train Brother Meng. I was the one who told him to recognize his own identity. I know he was unwilling to accept this, and I also know that he would spend more energy practicing every day. He also wanted to become the hope of the sect like Brother Meng."

"I accepted my fate early on, but Shaoyang didn't. Now that I see his hard work paying off, I'm naturally crying with joy."

Mo Shaoyu looked at Mo Shaoyu who was breaking through in the air, tears welling up in his eyes.

But Jiang Tingwan interrupted his joy, "What you said is totally unreasonable!"

When Mo Shaoyu heard the scolding, he turned around in surprise.

Jiang Tingwan continued, "Those who cultivate immortality are fighting for their lives against the laws of nature. You became a cultivator, but you said you accepted your fate. How contradictory."

Mo Shaoyu's eyes suddenly flickered. He had never thought of this.

"Or is it? In your heart, you are really so incompetent."

"..." Mo Shaoyu's eyes turned around in confusion, and he didn't understand the deeper meaning of Jiang Tingwan's words.

Seeing this, Jiang Tingwan finally got to the point and said, "Let me ask you, do you want to break through?"

"My talent is not as good as that of Brother Meng or Shao Yang. Although my brother and I entered the Jindan stage at the same time, Shao Yang was able to catch up with Brother Meng to the late Jindan stage. My disciple's middle Jindan stage is already his limit..."

Mo Shaoyu became less and less confident as he spoke, and he didn't even answer her question directly.

Jiang Tingwan could only ask again, "Let me ask you, do you want to break through?"

"disciple……"

"You want to!" He didn't dare to answer, so she helped him say it.

If the fundamental reason why a cultivator reaches a bottleneck is the problem in his heart, then Mo Shaoyu's problem is his lack of self-confidence and his early acceptance of his fate.

Now she would try to wake him up and see if he could break through the bottleneck in front of her and be promoted successfully.

"You said you have limited talent, but look at the sect and see how many people can form a pill in their bodies at the age of 20. Do you think your master chose you just because Meng Ziyuan needed a sparring partner and playmate? If you don't have talent and are not cut out for it, you can only be a disciple guarding the mountain in the front mountain now."

Jiang Tingwan tapped on Mo Shaoyu's mind, making him think about everything he had bit by bit.

"You may feel that your master doesn't value you, or that she doesn't consider you as her disciples, but think carefully, when I asked the three of you to hand over everything in your storage bag, look at the things displayed in the hall, look at everything you two brothers have, how much worse is it than Meng Ziyuan."

When Jiang Tingwan pointed this out, Mo Shaoyu's eyes were already wide open in shock.

Jiang Tingwan continued, "No one knows my junior sister better than I do. She has been competing with me all her life. If she wants to accept a disciple, she will definitely accept someone she thinks is comparable to me. She chose you because she believes that you can achieve something and become the one who brings honor to the sect."

"Even so, do you still feel that your talents are limited?"

The last sentence was like a thunderbolt, causing Mo Shaoyu to kneel down in front of Jiang Tingwan and even more so in front of Gu Qingman.

He suddenly felt that he had not only failed to live up to his own talent, but also failed to live up to his master's expectations.

"master……"

He knelt on the ground, extremely ashamed, his eyes reddened, and he shed tears again, but this time he shed tears for himself...

When Jiang Tingwan saw that the fire was ready, he immediately looked stern and said in a commanding tone, "Mo Shaoyu!"

"Now, immediately, sit down."

Mo Shaoyu looked up at her and saw Mo Shaoyang breaking through in the air. He suddenly understood what she meant and obediently did as she instructed.

"Hold your breath and concentrate!"

"Exhale and absorb spirit!"

"Feel the origin of the golden elixir!"

"Show me the breakthrough right now!"

Every time Jiang Tingwan said something, Mo Shaoyu would do the same.

Suddenly, he felt that everything around him had gone quiet, and he heard the sound of all things reviving. He had never felt this feeling since he had formed his elixir...

Jiang Tingwan looked at the two people in the air shining with dazzling golden light with surprise and joy, and laughed almost crazily at the ability he had confirmed.

Of course, only Sui Jiu in her sea of ​​consciousness could feel this.

It turns out that this is her ability!

This is her golden finger as an author!

It's a wonderful feeling, as if when her inspiration is overactive and fissioning during creation, or is about to get out of control, she can cleverly justify herself and then bring the story back to the main thread.

In this world, this ability has become more concrete, which means that as long as the reasons she gives are reasonable, it is enough to change the plot and character settings.

This is how the numerical values ​​above Mu Yunzhong’s head change, and the same is true for the so-called guidance.