She knew that her mother was good to her, so it was naturally a good thing for her to find a cultivator as her bodyguard. How could she have any grudges against her?
Moreover, although the modern Ji Wan's personality is similar to that of the Four Princesses, her style of doing things is different.
She would not drive away the servant who had followed her for more than ten years just because of this secret that was not really a concealment.
By the time Ji Wan was helped to the front hall by Yang Guan again, it was already past lunch time. She casually grabbed some snacks on the coffee table to fill her stomach.
The immortal cultivator was already kneeling upright in the hall.
It was early spring, and the temperature at night was so low that she could see the white breath she exhaled. She was wearing a thick cotton dress with a layer of silk lining underneath, so she naturally didn't feel cold.
But the man only had a thin piece of cloth that could not completely cover his body, and his hands and feet exposed outside were already frozen purple.
He had a pair of lifeless eyes drooping, as if he didn't care about anything.
His dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, extremely calm, and his face still had no expression, no fear, anger, hatred, nothing at all.
He didn't move, but just knelt straight.
"What's your name?" Ji Wan looked at the person in front of him.
He heard it, and his eyes finally moved. He raised his head and stared at Ji Wan blankly.
Such a simple action made Yang Guan tense up all over, holding his arms and ready to go.
Ji Wan let Yang Guan support her arm, patted him, and signaled him not to be so nervous.
"Tuoba Feng." The cultivator replied.
Tuoba Feng's eyes moved slowly, and he took a long time to react before speaking.
Ji Wan raised her eyebrows. She thought the other party would not speak so easily, and might even resist, curse, or remain silent, but she didn't expect the other party to cooperate with her so well.
"Why are you in the border of Donglin?"
Tuoba Feng was stunned for a long time before he began to speak slowly.
The story is not that complicated. Tuoba Feng is the second son of the governor of a small state in the Beirong Kingdom. When he was young, he was found to have the spiritual roots for cultivating immortals.
The governor sent people to protect him like a treasure and sent him to the edge of the [realm], and then he successfully entered a large sect to practice.
However, in the sect, he was ostracized and bullied by people from the Beirong Kingdom who had higher cultivation levels. He was even assassinated when he entered a secret realm, causing him to lose all his spiritual power.
His meridians were destroyed, and because he had no spiritual power, he was forced to be ejected from the [realm].
Pop-up? Is this thing intelligent? Can it detect when someone is out of spiritual power and then automatically pop out?
Ji Wan was curious.
Tuoba Feng was a formation cultivator. When the person who bullied him attacked with all his strength, the formation automatically protected its master and gave him a chance to breathe.
And the person who bullied Tuoba Feng was his own brother.
Originally, he entered the [realm] from the Northern Rong Kingdom, so when he came out, he should have fallen into the Northern Rong Kingdom's territory.
What a pity, after his father found out that he had become a waste, he sent someone to throw him out of the Beirong Kingdom without saying a word.
He also said that he would cut off all ties from now on.
Ji Wan was silent for a moment, "How did you use the formation without spiritual power?"
Hearing this, Tuoba Feng smiled slowly.
His expression was like someone throwing a stone into calm water, causing the ripples to gradually spread out.
"My formation can be used without spiritual power!" He was very confident, straightening his back a little, with a look of great defiance in his eyes.
Yang Guan stared at Tuoba Feng, secretly alert in his heart.
"Really? I want to see it." Ji Wan remained calm, but she was a little curious about what the formation was.
"Your Highness, be careful. He might use formations to hurt you." Yang Guan turned his head and reminded cautiously.
In order to ensure the privacy of the interrogation process, Ji Wan dismissed the people around him, so now there are only three of them in the entire front hall.
Yang Guan himself didn't know much about formation cultivation, and he was a little afraid that this Beirong formation cultivator would use his formation to harm Her Royal Highness the Princess.
Ji Wan's eyes were filled with interest. He could use a formation to harm himself? How could he do that? In novels, didn't they all require spiritual power? How could this person, without any spiritual power, still harm others?
She stood up and, supported by Yang Guan, walked step by step towards Tuoba Feng who was in shackles.
Yang Guan's muscles tightened again and again, and he could feel Ji Wan's arm resting on his arm very clearly.
Ji Wan patted the arm that Yang Guan was supporting soothingly.
"It's okay, Yang Guan. Let me take a closer look."
Ji Wan stood opposite the kneeling Tuoba Feng, and the two were now less than an arm's length away from each other.
She could clearly see the other person's dirty and dusty hair and bruised and purple cheek.
This man had the rugged features typical of the Northern Rong Kingdom, and an indifferent expression, similar to when he went to his death before, but this time there was more satisfaction in his eyes about his own formation.
There was some life in him, but he still looked a little discouraged, which was a bit dissonant.
Tuoba Feng was extremely proud of his own formation, or rather his own abilities.
Although he was kneeling, he was still trying to look directly into Ji Wan's eyes. Ji Wan realized that he was not afraid of death.
But he regards his formation as more important than his life.
"Is this your first time seeing a formation cultivator, little princess? My formation can easily kill you."
The dry leaves rubbed against each other, making my throat hoarse.
"If what you said is true, and the formation can really kill a person easily," Ji Wan replied, "then the one who should die shouldn't be me, but the fellow tribesman who bullied you, and your biological father who abandoned you."
The sunset glow gradually set, and the lanterns adorning the eaves of the front hall suddenly swayed. Ji Wan was sure that there was absolutely no wind just now.
She heard the young eunuch guarding the door cry out in surprise, and the sound of someone falling as he retreated in panic.
Ji Wan's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and she seemed to feel the "spiritual energy" described in fantasy novels in the strong wind.
Countless refreshing spiritual energy gradually filled her surroundings as her heart beat faster and faster. As the lanterns on the eaves swayed faster and faster, it was as if countless whirlwinds were blowing by, never stopping.
He had a long wooden flail around his neck and metal shackles between his feet.
Ji Wan raised her head and glanced at the panicked eunuchs and palace maids outside.
Yang Guan, who was secretly using his spiritual power to resist and protect himself, patted his arm again and signaled him to relax.
Then he quickly pulled the wooden top that locked Tuoba Feng's shackles.
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