It turns out that the person who called him earlier was Zhan Wushuang.
But why did the voice seem familiar, like the voice in his dream?
Why are you looking at me like that?
Seeing Ji Fanya staring blankly at her, Zhan Wushuang couldn't help but reach out and touch his forehead with some concern, saying, "Could it be that Yuan Tun just crushed your brain and you don't recognize me?"
"No...no..."
The cool touch on his forehead made Ji Fanya's face flush. He lowered his head and whispered, "It's like I heard your voice in a dream... no, in the inherited memories."
"Hmm, it seems I was right."
Originally, Zhan Wushuang would tease and bully him as usual, but unexpectedly, this time he nodded very seriously and said, "I have Yuan Tun in my inherited memories. I guess we knew each other in our past lives."
"Yuan Tun?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Fanya, who had been looking forward to this, instantly turned pale. He then picked up the black cauldron and slammed it against the ground, yelling, "You come out here and explain yourself!"
Yuan Tun: "..."
It's caught in the crossfire even when it's lying down; what can it say?
"Knock knock knock..."
Seeing that the spirit of the artifact did not respond, Ji Fanya persisted and continued to tap the ground.
While tapping, she complained, "You, as a spirit, are so ugly and not cool at all. Your cries are just 'weep,' and that's fine, but why do you have to steal the spotlight in Senior Sister Wushuang's memories?"
Yuan Tun: "..."
At this moment, it really wanted to risk its life to kill its owner.
"Look at you, you're no good at all, and your heart isn't pure at all."
Outside, Ji Fanya continued to complain, "What's the point of keeping a spirit like you..."
"Waaaaah!"
Just as Ji Fanya was about to continue speaking, Yuan Tun finally couldn't hold back any longer. He transformed into a beast, shrunk in size, and let out a sharp cry towards the sky.
"Hmm..."
Although the cry sounded like a baby's, it had an extremely strong penetrating and offensive power. Upon hearing the sound, Zhan Wushuang and Ji Fanya immediately covered their ears and frowned in pain.
"Give it to me and I'll stop..."
Ji Fanya couldn't stand the shouting anymore and gritted his teeth as he roared at Yuan Tun.
"Waaaaah..."
However, Yuan Tun completely ignored him, determined to keep shouting to the end.
"Pfft..."
Ji Fanya's cultivation was not yet stable, and now, after being hit by the sound wave, he vomited blood.
"Eek..."
Just as Ji Fanya coughed up blood, Yuan Tun's crying stopped abruptly, and he instantly transformed back into the form of the black cauldron.
"Xiaoya, are you alright?"
Once he had recovered, Zhan Wushuang quickly went forward to check on Ji Fanya's injuries.
"I'm fine..."
Ji Fanya wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then looked at the black cauldron with lingering fear and said, "What... what's going on? Why did it suddenly stop?"
Based on what just happened, Ji Fanya was certain that Yuan Tun did not stop voluntarily.
“If a spirit injures its master, it will suffer a backlash.”
At that moment, Di Moyu, carrying Jun Feijue, strode over, frowning and coldly asking, "What exactly did you do to anger the spirit of the artifact and make it attack you?"
"It uses its mouth..."
Ji Fanya wanted to argue a bit more, but seeing Di Moyu's serious expression, he immediately said honestly, "I... I just said a few things to it and it got angry. I really didn't do anything to it."
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