Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Under the dark shadows of the trees, a half-bright and half-dark figure waited for a long time.

When Qinglan came, she deliberately patrolled around the place before daring to show up. There was no one else here except Mu Yunzhong. She was not sure what Mu Yunzhong was thinking.

He looked at the figure under the tree vigilantly and gradually gathered magic power in his hands. Now he was alone and injured. If he used all his strength, he would have a chance to get the Wuchen Pearl back.

However, without a flesh and blood body to support it and nourish its spiritual energy, the Wuchen Pearl would soon fall into a deep sleep, and the owner would have to wait for an unknown amount of time.

Wen Bumian is a deep-minded man who cannot be trusted. Until now, he has not revealed the method of waking up his master. If he has other intentions, I will become his tool.

Thinking of this, Qinglan withdrew his spiritual power.

"Little Lord……"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Mu Yunzhong's scolding voice.

"Why did you come now?"

As he spoke, he turned around and asked indifferently, one eye emitting a cold and gloomy air, and the other eye was submerged in darkness.

Qinglan was stunned for a moment and vaguely felt that Mu Yun in front of him was a little strange.

The strange thing is that after what happened at the bottom of the valley, there is no reason for him to summon me alone tonight, let alone behave like this.

Qing Lan took two steps towards Mu Yunzhong, hoping to get a closer look at the expression on his face. "I thought the young master didn't want to see me anymore."

She almost stared at Mu Yunzhong and said this.

Mu Yun finally frowned slightly, clenched his hands behind his back, and after a long while he finally uttered two words, "Why?"

Hearing this, Qing Lan slightly widened his eyes, looked at her, and said thoughtfully: "Young Master... have you forgotten something?"

She was a little skeptical, and even a little surprised.

She could feel that Mu Yun was still seriously injured and had not recovered yet, so perhaps that was really possible.

Mu Yunzhong pursed his lips tightly, as if thinking about something, and then said, "I did forget some things, and I don't even know how I got hurt. Besides that, these days, some strange and vague memories often flashed through my mind?"

"Strange memories?" Qinglan's eyes lit up.

Mu Yunzhong glanced at her and said, "In my memory, I always see a white fox with a man inside. Is that man me, or is that man not me?"

Just two vague sentences made Qinglan's eyes turn red, and there was a flash of excitement in his eyes.

Is that the master's memory?

"What else did you see?" Qinglan moved closer to him, wanting to continue listening.

Mu Yunzhong's eyes gradually became solemn. He shook his head and turned away. "No! That's all. I lost two months of memory. I don't know how I followed Cang Shuzi and Bai Wangshu down the mountain to attend the trial meeting of the Hundred Immortal Sects. I don't even know why I was seriously injured. I want to know, what happened in these two months?"

Qinglan's gaze followed Mu Yunzhong's movements, surprised and nostalgic.

But when she came to her senses, she still asked cautiously: "Young Master, do you really not remember anything?"

"Yeah." He responded heavily, lowering his eyelids to hide the complicated emotions in his eyes, "Besides you, can I trust anyone else?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Qinglan's expression immediately became relieved.

She slowly raised her hand, placed it on Mu Yunzhong's shoulder, moved closer to him, and said coquettishly, "In fact, it's nothing that the young master has forgotten."

“It’s just that the young master suspected that Bai Wangshu was attacked by the Three Yuan Jue, and after learning that she was going to lead the disciples of the Three Yuan Sect to Qinghuai City to participate in the trial meeting of the Hundred Immortal Sects, he decided to stay by her side and find out the truth.

"Not long ago, the young master confirmed this matter, and planned with the leader of the Zizai Sect, Wen Bumian, to besiege Bai Wangshu in the valley. They were almost able to kill her, but unexpectedly, Cang Shuzi suddenly arrived and saved her. In order to clear the suspicion, the young master even took a palm strike from us."

At this point, Qing Lan had a look of self-blame on his face, "The situation was critical at the time, and it must have been Wen Bu Mian who didn't control the severity of his blows and injured the young master. It was my failure to supervise, and I should have taken action at the time. I beg the young master to forgive me."

Having said that, Qinglan knelt down softly.

Although Mu Yunzhong didn't look at her, his peripheral vision had already taken in her expression. His heart turned cold, but his face remained calm. He said, "It's okay. If you want to act, you have to do it in full."

Then he helped Qing Lan up and asked, "So, we have established cooperation with Zizai Sect?"

Qing Lan slightly avoided Mu Yunzhong's gaze, hesitated for a long time, and then slowly said, "Young Master?..."

Mu Yun finally felt a little annoyed by her hesitant look, but he still waited for her to continue.

Qing Lan bit his lip and said, "That is indeed the case, but I think that Wen Bu Mian is very cunning and cannot be trusted. We cooperate with him only because we are impressed by his alchemy skills and the high-level monsters he has trained that can help us in the later trial conference."

"I see. Fortunately, you are here..." Mu Yun finally said against his will, "I thought my injury would delay our plan."

Qinglan looked at him carefully. His expression didn't seem fake. She couldn't think of any reason for him to come back to find her if he hadn't really lost his memory.

"Young Master is concerned about the great plan, so we naturally have to take care of him."

Hearing this, Mu Yunzhong's brows turned deep and he slowly exhaled.

Qing Lan noticed it and asked, "Young Master, what are you worried about?"

Mu Yun finally turned to her, placed his hand on his heart, and got to the point.

"I have always felt a force in my body. You told me that it was because Nangong Xiu's blood was flowing in my body, so I had his power. But these days, I feel it is more and more active, and even see its complete form in my body. If I am not mistaken, this is a golden elixir, right?"

Mu Yun said this, tapping his chest lightly with his fingers and looking directly into Qinglan's eyes, hoping that she would not play dumb at this step.

Qinglan froze suddenly, as if he had not expected that he would ask him directly.

Her eyes lit up with a smile, "Young Master is wise."

As she spoke, she also stretched out her hand. Mu Yun finally withdrew her hand, but she placed her hand directly on his chest, looked at the thing inside and said, "This is indeed a golden elixir. To be precise, its name is the Dustless Pearl."

Mu Yunzhong also continued: "It is said that when a cultivator dies, his Tao disappears. However, the golden elixir of animals not only does not disappear, but it even has the possibility of resurrection. I wonder if this is also possible for the golden elixir of humans?"

Qing Lan's expression was a little pale, and he only said: "Young Master's thoughts do make some sense, but the master has been dead for a thousand years, and it is not easy to come back to life."

There was a hint of sadness and helplessness in her voice.

Mu Yunzhong snorted in his heart, "But what if it is possible?"

Qing Lan's heart trembled. She really didn't expect Mu Yun would ask her this. She tried to stay calm, "Why would the young master ask this?"

Mu Yun finally smiled, "Because I really want to know, if Nangong Xiuzhen has the possibility of resurrection, to whom Qinglan will be loyal, me or to the owner of this golden elixir?"

"The master's wish is to expand the Wuchen Palace, and the young master's efforts are to revive the glory of the Wuchen Palace. Whether it is to be loyal to the master or to follow the young master, it is Qinglan's lifelong wish." Qinglan avoided the question, and Mu Yun finally got the answer.

"Very good!" Mu Yunzhong smiled with an ambiguous tone, "You have been working to establish the Three Corpses Sect for many years. Now that I have come down from the mountain, it is naturally time for them to see me, the Lord."

Mu Yun finally looked at the person in front of him and said without allowing any rebuttal, with endless desire and ambition in his eyes.

Seeing this look again, Qinglan's pupils dilated with excitement. It seemed that he really had forgotten!

His demeanor is becoming more and more like his master's. The more times he looks like this and the more ruthless his methods become, the day when his master wakes up will not be far away.

"Yes! I will wait for you in Huainan later." She replied respectfully. She still needed Mu Yunzhong to nourish the Wuchen Pearl willingly.

The former site of the Wuchen Palace is not elsewhere but at the northern end of the Huainan Continent, closest to Qinghuai City, not far from the strongest immortal sect, Wenhe Academy.

"You go down." Mu Yunzhong looked at her and said lightly.

"Yes!"

Qing Lan responded, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and asked defensively, "Does the young master still want to kill Bai Wangshu?"

Mu Yunzhong glanced at her with an evil smile in his eyes, "Of course, you deserve to be killed!"

Qinglan smiled and left.

Mu Yun finally lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes covered the flickering things in his eyes, but a kind of pure hostility emanated from his whole body.

He looked up in the darkness, his eyes cold.

That look seemed to be saying that everyone should be killed!

But before that, he wanted to learn as much as possible.

strength!

power!

And a healthy body!

His right arm relapsed repeatedly without any rest. If it were not for the support of his spiritual power, it would have been broken long ago.

When Mu Yunzhong thought of the scene in the rain today where Bai Wangshu deliberately whipped his wounds with a steel whip, a gloom filled his eyes.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be burning.

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