RNP Page 111
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"Morality? Ha..."
Mu Qinghan's laughter was devoid of any warmth. With a slight exertion of his fingertips, the demon leader's hard armor cracked with a crisp "crack".
Looking into the unfathomable coldness in the boy's eyes, he felt that gaze was even more piercing than the frigid sands of the Western Regions.
"You're nothing but an insect; it's already merciful of me not to crush you."
The boy's voice wasn't loud, but it struck the hearts of every monster like a heavy hammer.
"The law of the jungle—isn't that the rule you championed when you enslaved mortals?"
The leader of the spirits' pupils contracted sharply, and he squeezed out broken words from his throat.
"You...aren't you afraid of...the revenge of our Demon Emperor Fan Yunfei?"
He seemed to have grasped at the last straw, his voice carrying a hint of desperate hope.
Mu Qinghan chuckled and tightened his grip, instantly draining the color from the monster leader's face.
"Don't say he won't turn against me because of you insects who can't even bully mortals."
"Even if he really comes, so what?"
He raised his hand and slammed the monster leader onto the sand with a muffled thud, sending up a cloud of fine sand.
The boy looked down at it as if it were a god.
"I am the Demon King of the human race. My people are being skinned alive and enslaved for life by you insects. If he dares to come to me because of you, then..."
"No need to go back."
The demon leader lay in the sand, looking into Mu Qinghan's cold eyes, and felt as if the blood in his body had frozen.
It felt like falling into an ice cellar that had stood for millennia; I didn't even have the strength to move.
The people behind them were already dumbfounded.
The monster, who had been so arrogant and ready to kill at any moment, now groveled at the boy's feet like a dead dog, not even daring to raise its head.
A surge of intense emotion welled up from the depths of his heart, flowing through his veins and coursing throughout his body—their human race now had a demon emperor!
Moreover, it's not those powerful individuals who treat ordinary people like dirt.
Instead, it will be the human demon emperor who protects them and seeks justice for them!
Some clenched their fists until their knuckles turned white; some had reddened their eyes, tears welling up; and some couldn't help but gasp, their voices filled with excitement and pride.
From now on, they will no longer have to hide at home trembling in fear, no longer have to watch helplessly as their loved ones are kidnapped by monsters, and no longer have to be afraid of being bullied!
The young man's white robes fluttering in the wind became, at that moment, the most solid support in everyone's hearts.
"You...you are..."
Ah-Dai's voice trembled, his gaze fixed on the white-clad figure in front of him.
That familiar figure overlapped with the image he had seen countless times in his midnight dreams.
That was the benefactor who saved him from the clutches of death years ago, the benchmark in his heart when he practiced swordsmanship day and night, and the sun that warmed him when he thought of her while traveling in the dark.
He became stronger, stronger than almost unimaginable.
Mu Qinghan slowly turned around, the moonlight falling on his plain white robes, outlining his slender yet upright profile.
His gaze swept over the fox mask on Ah-Dai's face, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes.
The style of this mask was seven-tenths similar to the one I usually used.
A slight smile played on his lips, and with a flick of his fingertips, a silver fox mask slid out from his sleeve, its edges adorned with delicate silver patterns that gleamed warmly in the moonlight.
Mu Qinghan gently placed the mask on her face, covering her features except for her chin, and spoke in a clear and gentle voice.
"You did very well."
These five simple words struck Ah Dai's heart like a thunderbolt.
He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure before him, and tears suddenly welled up without warning, mingling with the soreness in his nose, and streamed down his cheeks.
He is only ten years old this year, an age when he should be being pampered by his parents.
But at this moment, the grievances surging in his heart, the joy of reunion, and the guilt of his own weakness were all twisted together, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"You are... my benefactor..."
He choked back tears, his voice breaking, "Waaah... My savior, you've come to save me again..."
"Waaaah... I'm so sorry, my benefactor. I failed to protect everyone just now. I've let you down..."
"sorry Sorry…"
"I'm sorry... I'm still too weak..."
"I know I'm not worthy of this mask, but..."
He couldn't explain why he was crying. Perhaps it was the relief he felt upon seeing his benefactor, perhaps it was the memory of the danger he had just faced, or perhaps it was guilt for not being able to become as strong as his benefactor.
The scalding tears flowed more and more fiercely. He raised his hand to wipe them away, but he couldn't wipe them clean no matter what he did. Finally, he simply squatted down, buried his face in his knees, and his shoulders trembled violently.
Mu Qinghan stepped forward slowly, her fingertips gently brushing against the mask on Ah Dai's face.
The magic flowed over the mask's surface like water, instantly washing away the congealed bloodstains and cracked lines, leaving only its original luminous white sheen.
He gently removed Ah-Dai's mask, then took off his own silver fox mask and softly placed it on Ah-Dai's face.
The edge of the mask fit snugly against the boy's cheek, perfectly concealing his reddened eyes.
"You've done a great job."
Mu Qinghan's voice fell into Adai's ears, carrying a reassuring power.
“I acknowledge you. You… are a member of the Masked Group.”
The moment Ah-Dai put on the mask, he felt a surge of scalding power flow from the edge of the mask down his temples, as if a ball of fire had exploded in his blood vessels.
The power flowed down the neck, across the chest, and then into every part of the body.
He could clearly feel his bones cracking, as if every inch of his skin and flesh was being infused with new life. Even his vision had become farther, and he could see the patterns of sand grains rolling a hundred meters away.
“I’ve infused this mask with magic,” Mu Qinghan’s voice rang in A’Dai’s ear, “It will grant you temporary access to the magic of a great demon king. You can use it three times, each time for a quarter of an hour.”
Before Ah-Dai could even say thank you, the white-clad figure in front of him began to dissipate like morning mist.
A gentle sandstorm blew by, and Mu Qinghan's figure transformed into tiny specks of light, floating in mid-air before slowly falling and merging into the yellow sand beneath his feet, leaving only his last words of advice echoing in the air.
"I'm giving you the opportunity to personally accomplish what you've been holding onto."
"After that, it's up to you."
Ah-Dai raised his hand as if to grab something, but his fingertips only touched empty air.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he uttered two words that sounded as soft as a sigh.
He then raised his voice sharply and bowed deeply toward the disappearing point of light, "Thank you, benefactor!"
Before he could finish speaking, his knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the sand.
With a muffled thud, his knee struck the sand, sending it flying. He braced himself with his hands on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the sand, and kowtowed heavily in the direction where Mu Qinghan had disappeared.
The force was so great that even my forehead was scratched by the sand, but I didn't feel any pain at all.
The people behind them also realized what was happening.
Suddenly, a series of "plop" sounds rang out from the ground as people kowtowed in gratitude towards the empty sandy area.
The soft thuds of foreheads hitting the ground echoed one after another, mixed with a few suppressed sobs.
Some people even knelt down in front of Ah Dai.
In their eyes, this frail boy was also a great person and a hero.
Then, Ah-Dai picked up the sword in his hand, looked at the trembling demons, and slowly walked away.
"Please...please let me go, I'll never do it again!"
"Please, let me go."
"I said I would definitely..."
I'll kill you all!
Chapter 133 You shouldn't be so calm!
"So... you're telling me now that what you made me look for has always been with you, and you're only just realizing it now, right?"
Mu Qinghan's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, and the vein on his forehead, which was usually hidden under his black hair, was now taut.
Clearly, he's gotten a bit red-hot.
He stared at the third young master squatting in front of him, his brows furrowed.
The third young master shook his wrist.
He didn't answer directly, but instead curled his lips into a smile, and a wisp of golden light condensed at his fingertips.
"Hehehe, you finally found it after all."
As soon as the words were spoken, the golden light suddenly expanded, transforming into a small dragon the size of a palm, with fine light flowing on its scales, and its boundless demonic power spreading out like warm mist.
"After all the twists and turns, it will eventually be yours."
He reached out and took the golden dragon. As soon as his fingertips touched the dragon's body, he felt a warm power coursing through his fingers and into his limbs.
He simply squatted on the stone slab, closed his eyes, and began to guide the demonic power into his body, and the air around him gradually rippled.
The smile on the third young master's face froze for a moment, and he took two steps forward.
The third young master immediately bristled, "You shouldn't be reacting like this!"
He stamped his foot, his tone full of disbelief.
"You should be furious, questioning why I tricked you, and calling me a bastard, instead of calmly absorbing this!"
"You should be so angry you don't even want it anymore, then I'll have to persuade you a lot before you reluctantly accept it—that's not how the script is written!"
Mu Qinghan finally opened her eyes, her gaze filled with undisguised disdain.
"Isn't that a reward for you? You're crazy."