Mui Nujiao turned around and glared at Ai Tutu, who had come up with such a bad idea. She pretended to be angry and snapped, "Enough with the nonsense, who would want a troublemaker like him? It's good enough if he doesn't ruin the reputation of the Mu Clan."
Ai Tutu immediately moved closer to Mofan after hearing Mui Nujiao's explanation. She whispered to Mofan with an evil grin, "Demon king, did you notice? Sister Mui has been dissing you ever since you came back. I've never seen her treat a man like that. If she doesn't hate you from the bottom of her heart, she must have fallen in love with you. I mentioned that you would be the son-in-law of the Mu Clan, but I didn't say it was Mui Nujiao. The Mu Clan has plenty of daughters. "
Mofan immediately nodded after hearing Ai Tutu's words.
Mui Nujiao's face turned even redder. She didn't expect the two of them to work together to set a trap for her. She turned around and didn't want to talk to them anymore. She wanted to escape from her current predicament.
"It seems like you were quite successful when you risked your life to save her," Ai Tutu said.
Mofan nodded and asked seriously, "If I'm going to be the son-in-law of the Mu Clan, I'll go even if they don't give me any magic equipment."
Ai Tutu rolled her eyes at him and snapped, "In your dreams! With Sister Mui's status, the Mu Clan would at least kidnap a young Advanced Magician, someone who has a great chance of reaching the Super Level. You're just a little Intermediate Magician with no background. At most, you'll marry an ugly daughter of the Mu Clan, whose status is a few levels lower than Sister Mui's. If you're going to marry Sister Mui, the betrothal gifts would at least fill up the room with high-quality magic equipment. There's no way you're going to pay for it! "
"So you're saying that even if I marry into a renowned clan, I'll only be a servant, and have to listen to the orders of the young masters and young mistresses? (Sigh), does this evil society really have no place for someone who's truly in love with her, with such a strong prejudice?" Mofan raised his head and exclaimed.
When Ai Tutu heard this, she laughed so hard that she clutched her stomach.
Mui Nujiao, who was on the balcony, could not stand it any longer. She thought Mofan would reflect on himself after hearing such a serious topic. Who knew he would be so shameless?
Who was in love with him?
Mui Nujiao did not want to stay here any longer. She quickly went back to her room to avoid the two of them.
Ai Tutu, this girl, really. Didn't we agree to punish this arrogant demon together when we agreed to rent together? Why is she already working together with him? Moreover, Ai Tutu's dark eyes would light up whenever she heard anything about the Great Demon King.
If this continued, perhaps the Ai family would take the initiative to call him their son-in-law.
…
The week of the challenge was getting closer and closer. Mofan had been focusing on his cultivation lately. He did not even have time to make his magic armor. Whenever he went out for a meal, there would be people taking pictures of him with their phones and whispering, "Capture the Fire Element Zhao Ritian alive!"
Mofan was now known as the Fire Element Zhao Ritian. His pride and arrogance were almost known by the whole school.
The speed at which he became famous was much faster than those who wanted to be ranked on the school's leaderboard.
However, Mofan was the first one to refuse to accept it!
Which idiot gave him such an unimpressive nickname?
Just wait and see. In less than a month, the whole Pearl Institute would know that their Great Demon King had returned!
…
In the afternoon, Mofan came back from the training ground.
The training ground was very user-friendly. Not only did it have moving targets for the students to practice their magic, there was also a small magic stone platform at the side to allow the students to quickly recover their energy.
The recovery of energy was very slow. It took a lot of time, and practicing magic would quickly deplete the energy in the Nebula. If there was a magic stone platform in the training ground, it would greatly increase the efficiency of the cultivators.
However, the training ground was only open to the top three hundred students. The others could only go to the ordinary training ground. Those who were ranked lower than that would not even have moving targets.
The privileges here were only available to those who were ranked higher. Those who were ranked lower would have to work harder and risk their lives to get rid of the situation where they did not have any resources.
After a few days of training in the school, Mofan finally understood why those who were ranked lower were crazily challenging him. Not to mention the rewards that were directly distributed, the facilities in the school that were related to cultivation were divided into good and bad.
After leaving the training ground, Mo Fan began to have a headache again. As a matter of fact, the privilege of being ranked one hundredth was quite useful to him. He did not want to give it up, but the problem was, he had so many challengers. He could easily wear himself out. How was he going to keep his rank?
While walking on the road, just as he turned the corner, a very small looking boy buried his head and bumped into his chest.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose," said the weak-looking boy.
Mofan was a little puzzled. The problem was actually him. He was still thinking when he turned the corner. On the other hand, this person kept apologizing to him. Mofan could not help but feel that this kid was too weak.
"Aren't you that Zheng Jiahui?" Mofan recognized the person who was ranked last.
Zheng Jiahui raised his head. When he saw Mofan, who was despised by everyone, his expression changed. He stuttered, "Why … Why is it you? I … I should stay away from you. "
When Mofan saw Zheng Jiahui, his eyes lit up. He grabbed him and said with a smile, "What are you afraid of? They are already looking down on you. Compared to a public enemy like me, you're not much better."
"I know that I'm one of the trash you're talking about. I … I admit that I'm really bad, but I … I don't dare to talk back to the teachers. I don't dare to provoke my classmates," said Zheng Jiahui in a small voice.
Mo Fan patted the timid kid on the back and said, "So do you want to get rid of your last place? I know it's quite humiliating to be in such a position."
"Forget it. I've been ranked last for half a year. After this year, I'll leave Pearl Institute," said Zheng Jiahui.
"Don't give up on yourself. As long as you help me with something, not only can I guarantee that you'll get a considerable amount of cultivation resources, I can also help you get rid of your last place predicament. As a reward, I'll lend you the Nebula Magic Tool that the school allocated to the one hundred students. How about it? "said Mofan with a flicker in his eyes.
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