Another Good Fortune for Mo Qingkuang

Originally, the biggest beneficiary of this opportunity should have been Lin Yang. 

It was because Lin Yang, this straightforward fellow, had a righteous heart and, at the critical moment, righteously berated the Fallen Leaf King. 

As a result, instead of killing him, the Fallen Leaf King passed on the 'Fallen Leaf Compendium' to him. 

Of course, now all of this had been taken by Mo Qingkuang, who seized the opportunity in Lin Yang's place. 

Seeing the Fallen Leaf King laughing maniacally while transferring power to Mo Qingkuang, Lin Yang couldn't sit still. 

Mo Qingkuang's backbone momentarily earned Lin Yang's respect, but their opposition would never change. He couldn't just stand by and watch Mo Qingkuang grow stronger. 

"Kill him!" Lin Yang commanded in a low voice, ordering several Yuan Sword Sect disciples to attack. 

He himself formed hand seals, preparing to unleash his Fire God's Fury. 

The Yuan Sword Sect disciples drew their weapons and prepared to launch their most powerful attacks. 

Whether or not they could gain the Fallen Leaf King's inheritance after killing Mo Qingkuang, at least the sect's rewards would be substantial. 

Most of them were outer disciples, separated from the position of a direct disciple by the significant gap of becoming inner disciples. 

If they could kill Mo Qingkuang and become direct disciples, their status and resources would be vastly different from what they had now. 

Except for Lin Yang and Chu Yanran, eight disciples attacked Mo Qingkuang, who was immobilized in mid-air. 

Behind Lin Yang, the shadow of the Fire God gradually took shape. Only Chu Yanran didn't move. 

Although she hated Mo Qingkuang to the bone, she still preferred to leave the kill to Lin Yang. 

Seeing the eight disciples charging at Mo Qingkuang, Mo Fan remained calm, knowing that the Yuan Sword Sect fools had forgotten the result of Song Qian's sneak attack in the Nianhua King's Tomb. 

The Fallen Leaf King wasn't as lenient as the Nianhua King; he wouldn't simply expel them from the tomb. 

The Fallen Leaf King's eyes flashed red, and in an instant, the eight disciples exploded into dust, their souls dispersed. Not only were they unable to attack Mo Qingkuang, but even their weapons were easily destroyed by the Fallen Leaf King. 

Then, the lifeless gaze of the Fallen Leaf King fell upon Lin Yang: "Heavenly rank martial skill? Blessed but unlucky!" 

With that, he casually waved his hand. He had no love for talent; his decision to kill or spare was based on his mood. 

"Not good!" Lin Yang didn't have time to mourn his fellow disciples. Instantly, he invoked the possession of Saint Alchemist. 

Lin Yang's aura surged to the level of a Martial Venerable, the Saint Alchemist taking control of his body. With a push of his hands, the Fire God's Fury, which Lin Yang had already unleashed, doubled in intensity! 

The fire-red body turned dark red; its energy multiplied countless times. 

Under the Saint Alchemist's control, it headed straight for the Fallen Leaf King's palm strike. 

As the Fire God's shadow charged out, the Saint Alchemist wasted no time, grabbing Chu Yanran and soaring into the sky! 

The Fallen Leaf King's tomb was deep underground; creating an exit was incredibly difficult. 

But the Saint Alchemist had no other choice. The Fallen Leaf King had already shown his intent to kill, and the Fire God's Fury was merely a distraction. 

If the Fallen Leaf King hadn't been preoccupied with transferring power to Mo Qingkuang and underestimated Lin Yang's strength, believing a casual strike would suffice, they would have had no chance to escape. 

The Saint Alchemist unleashed countless strikes in mid-air, finally breaking through the mountain wall. Amidst a loud crash, a sliver of light penetrated the rock, and the Saint Alchemist spat out a mouthful of blood. 

With this small gap, he fought desperately and managed to escape. 

At this moment, the palm strike collided with the Fire God's shadow! 

A violent explosion ensued, with the Fallen Leaf King's casual strike and the Saint Alchemist's full-force attack neutralizing each other, leaving behind energy waves that nearly toppled the underground palace. 

The Fallen Leaf King watched the fleeting space left by the escaping Saint Alchemist, his expression growing more sinister. 

The Saint Alchemist had guessed correctly; if not for the Fallen Leaf King's preoccupation with transferring power to Mo Qingkuang and his distraction, even the Saint Alchemist's possession wouldn't have guaranteed escape. 

The gap between the realms of Martial King and Martial Venerable was simply too vast. 

The violent energy fluctuations caused stones to fall continuously from the ceiling of the underground palace, making it seem as if it was about to collapse. 

The Fallen Leaf King slammed his palm down, and a strange wave of energy emanated from his hand. 

The shaking of the underground palace suddenly stopped, and it returned to tranquility, as if nothing had happened. 

After a while, with the help of the Fallen Leaf King, Mo Qingkuang finally sorted out the information that had been infused into his mind. 

The 'Fallen Leaf Compendium' and the 'Flower-Plucking Manual' had been reorganized and merged into the 'Withering and Flourishing Sutra'. 

Mo Qingkuang slowly opened his eyes, seeing the Fallen Leaf King's eyes flashing with a manic red light, giving off an unusually crazed feeling. 

"So, this is the Withering and Flourishing Sutra! Hahaha, Master, you wouldn't let me learn it, but I still succeeded in merging the Withering and Flourishing Sutra!" The Fallen Leaf King laughed wildly. 

While helping Mo Qingkuang organize the information, his divine sense had also entered Mo Qingkuang's mind. With Mo Qingkuang obtaining the Withering and Flourishing Sutra, the Fallen Leaf King had also gained it. 

His wild laughter made Mo Qingkuang very afraid. 

Would the Fallen Leaf King kill him now that he had obtained the Withering and Flourishing Sutra? 

Upon obtaining the Withering and Flourishing Sutra, Mo Qingkuang deeply understood its power! 

The concept of withering and flourishing, if cultivated to its depths, could truly allow one to freely switch between life and death, achieving miraculous revival! 

Could it be that the Fallen Leaf King intended to use this sliver of divine sense and the 'Withering and Flourishing Sutra' to come back to life? 

After an unknown amount of time, the Fallen Leaf King gradually stopped laughing, taking a while to calm down. 

"Master, do you know, if I start cultivating this Withering and Flourishing Sutra now, within no more than a century, I could come back to life?" The Fallen Leaf King sighed, almost whispering. 

"But! I don't want to live! Just as my disciple's successor said, I don't deserve to live! I should suffer endless torment in the infernal hell to atone for my sins!" 

"Boy, you scolded well! I have wronged my master and my junior brother!" The Fallen Leaf King suddenly choked up. 

"I have killed countless people in my life and have no friends. Even this tomb where I rest was dug out by my own hands." 

The Fallen Leaf King led a lonely life. His few disciples were all killed in a fit of anger because they couldn't obtain the Flourishing Volume from the Nianhua King. 

In the end, there was no one to even dig a grave and erect a tombstone for him. 

Only at the brink of death did he understand the meaning of life. He could finally face everything he had done with clarity and was willing to confront his past mistakes. 

The Fallen Leaf King also repented at the end of his life, but the people he wronged were long gone. 

"Junior brother, I owe you! Let me repay it to your successor!" The Fallen Leaf King suddenly let out a long howl and threw Mo Qingkuang into the crystal coffin where he had previously been lying. 

"Boy, this king will grant you another fortune!"