Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

Empress Jiuyou wasn't too concerned about the incantation; she was more interested in the flowing Earthly Sacred Spring below. Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she spoke.

"This spring water seems to have always belonged here; even a small bottle of it can turn into a river that surrounds the palace."

Mo Xie smiled slightly, looked at the flowing Earthly Sacred Spring, and said.

"The Di Sheng Spring originated from Wangcang City. It was brought from there and used as a moat to nourish the people."

"Hmm, as expected of my king. In this way, your people will be elevated and become your help in becoming the King of the Underworld in the future!"

Actually, those ordinary undead are nothing. It's good that the commander-level can cross over to the monarch-level. It's also good for monarch-level undead to improve their strength. The most important thing is that the eight directions of undead monarchs can benefit. This is the fundamental combat power!
Thinking of this, Jiuyouhou couldn't help but tremble, rubbing her inner thighs, her beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, her gaze shifting, and her pearly teeth gently biting her red lips.

They felt a surge of admiration for the king's actions and wished they could immediately kneel down to show their loyalty and respect.

"Your Majesty, you are truly amazing! I long to receive your favor right now..."

A hint of pink flickered in her exquisite eyes, and her slender arms wrapped around Mo Xie's neck like water snakes as her red lips kissed his.

Upon seeing this, Asha's pupils shrank, and she gritted her teeth and said.

"You female ghost, let go of Xiao Xie!"

"Hmph, you vixen, don't think you can be so presumptuous just because you seduced the king. In terms of seniority, I should be your older sister."

"roll!"

Seeing the two women start arguing, Mo Xie looked helpless and sighed softly.

The matter in the Abyss of Fiends is settled, and it's time to leave. After all, many people outside are worried about me...

——·——

The tide of the dead eventually receded, and all sides quickly dispatched large numbers of reinforcements to help rebuild the destroyed ancient capital.

Countless helicopters circled over the inner city, frequently delivering supplies. Large numbers of builders began rebuilding the city, but to ensure that the undead would not attack again, they only expanded various shelters around a three-kilometer radius of the inner city.

On a high-rise building in the outer city, Wu Ku looked at the ancient capital city that had survived the calamity, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, gently closed his eyes, and murmured softly.

"Amitabha Buddha, the ancient capital is blessed by the heavens; this time it will surely not disappear into the annals of history..."

Mu He ignored Wu Ku's words and kept his eyes fixed on the clock tower of the Magic Association in the inner city. When he saw Mu Bai safely there, he sighed softly.

At this moment, Wu Ku's voice rang out again.

"Mu He, your heart has been in turmoil from the very beginning. It seems you really care about your son. You truly are a kind person whom I admire."

Upon hearing this, Mu He withdrew his gaze, frowned slightly, and said coldly.

“Wu Ku, we’re hardly kind people. People avoid us like the plague.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Ku smiled slightly, withdrew all the water elements from the air, stood up from the ground, and said.

"A person's kindness cannot be represented by their status. As long as we always have kindness in our hearts, I believe that people will eventually recognize all kind-hearted people."

"Sigh, whatever, I don't care what others think." Mu He didn't really care what others thought; all he cared about was his wife and children.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze stirred the air, and the next second a beautiful red figure appeared on the rooftop—it was Ye Chang, who had shed her disguise.

Seeing this, Mu He and Wu Ku stopped talking and respectfully addressed Ye Chang who had arrived.

"Lord Salang."

Ye Chang nodded to the two of them, turned around and looked towards the inner city, and spoke.

"Well, since Jiuying's plan has been thwarted, we should leave as well. Perhaps we can take this opportunity to weaken his power and make him an asset to us."

"Yes!"

Mu He nodded, then looked puzzled and asked.

"Lord Salang, won't you spend more time with Mo Xie?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Chang was taken aback, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke softly.

"No need, we have more important things to do right now. We can talk about it later."

She took out a necklace from her clothes with her delicate hand. The blood-red rhombus-shaped crystal shimmered with an unusual luster. This Demon Condensation Necklace was exactly the same as the one around Mo Xie's neck, and it could sense the other party's aura.

Previously, Mo Xie's aura was isolated, but now a trace of his aura has been sensed, indicating that he has safely emerged from the Abyss of Evil.

In that case, she should leave now. As for Xiao Xie... well, we can only hope to see him again next time.

Hmm, Little Xie, you little rascal, you've worried your auntie to death! Your auntie's going to have to give you a little punishment...

Thinking this to herself, a playful glint flashed in Ye Chang's beautiful eyes, and a mischievous smile curved her lips, revealing her charm and allure!
The rain didn't stop until the third day, and the survivors were all housed in temporary buildings. High walls once again sealed everyone inside, which at least made them feel safer.

Unlike Bo City, this area, aside from its connection with the dead, remains a prosperous land. Most importantly, it has a history of thousands of years, and no matter how strong the wind or how heavy the rain, it has never been completely destroyed.

The city will only be rebuilt after it has been riddled with holes, and most of the people here will not abandon this land, after all, it has been passed down for generations, so it is impossible for them to give it up.

The city's reconstruction was not as slow as expected. Half of the work was done by machinery, and the other half by earth-elemental mages who were building the structures. To complete bridges, roads, blocks, and houses, all that was needed was a few more earth-elemental mages.

The construction should begin with a three-kilometer radius around the inner city, and then gradually expand to the original outer city. In fact, as long as the heart of the city remains, the ancient capital will slowly recover.

People are not as fragile or as grief-stricken as we imagine. The dead cannot be brought back to life, and the living can only gradually accept this fact; they still have to continue living.

However, thanks to Mo Xie's involvement, the number of people who died in the ancient capital this time was very small, practically negligible, which was fortunate...

Inside the meeting hall of the Clock Tower Magic Association.

There weren't many people at the conference table. Seated were Chairman Han Ji, Councilor Zhu Meng, the man in the gray-white robe, Chief of the Imperial Guard Lu Huan, Military Commander Lu Xu, Hunter King Du Xiao...

They sat around the conference table, their faces beaming with relief at surviving the ordeal. They were gathered together to discuss one person… Mo Xie! (End of Chapter)