Fang Xian fell silent.
What could he say?
If he denied it, Shen Yun would probably call for a physician on the spot, and the diagnosis would only yield the same result.
The injuries on Ji Mofan's body were not caused by him, but they were closely related to the Heavenly Remnant Seal in his hand.
If Shen Yun insists on this point, then Fang Xuan will indeed have no way to defend himself.
After all, the only witness is the victim, Ji Mofan himself.
but......
He looked up and glanced at Ji Mofan, who was still pretending to be weak beside him.
He sighed.
Who told him to think it was fun and end up with such a mess?
Although Fang Xian was used to a carefree life, now that he had joined the sect, he would not cause trouble for his fellow disciples in Changfeng Valley for his own sake.
Seeing that Shen Yun wasn't planning to let things go peacefully today, Fang Xuan also took the initiative to relent.
"Elder Shen, what do you think of this?" He raised his hand and made a downward pressing motion. "I injured your chief disciple, so I will heal him this time. It's a win-win situation, so you shouldn't have any objections, right?"
"But the reason I stole his demon core was because he was too weak. It's not my fault, what do you think?"
Looking at Fang Xian's grinning face, Shen Yun was furious, but had no reason to lash out.
“I also think this is a more appropriate way to handle it.” Ling Yihan was the first to speak up for his own people. “Elder Shen, rest assured, Changfeng Valley may not be able to guarantee anything else, but we will definitely have enough medicinal herbs. You can rest assured that you are entrusting Fellow Daoist Jimo to us.”
Shen Yun initially couldn't figure out how to refute Fang Xian, but after Ling Yihan chimed in, he had no way to refuse.
After all, injuries are common in sparring, and he's only here today because he's heavily injured and trying to cause trouble. Changfeng Valley has already done more than enough to accommodate him.
"The Azure Phoenix Demon Core, have you really used it?" Shen Yun asked one last time, unwilling to give up.
Fang Xuan thought for a moment, "How about I bring you the poop that Little Huang just pooped so you can check and see if there are any undigested demon cores in it?"
Shen Yun's face immediately turned green.
Ji Mofan pinched his thigh to stop himself from laughing out loud.
Ling Yihan didn't give Shen Yun any face. She covered her mouth and couldn't help but laugh. "Elder Shen, my junior brother Fang is a bit uncouth. Please don't take offense at him."
"How can I trust you to not use the pretense of healing to take the opportunity to harm my disciple again?" Shen Yun's face turned green as he abruptly changed the subject.
"If Elder Shen doesn't trust us, then please find someone else." Fang Xuan waved his hand dismissively. "I'm not even willing to treat your chief's injuries. It would be better if he died. Next year's Dao Asking Conference, I can win without a fight. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Junior Brother Fang, watch your words." Ling Yihan reprimanded him gently, "Fellow Daoist Ji Mo, please don't blame him."
“It’s alright, Junior Brother Fang is a true man.” Ji Mo Fan waved his hand to indicate that he didn’t mind. “Master, why don’t you let me stay in Changfeng Valley this time?”
“My health isn’t good right now, and I’d only be a burden if I went back. Xiaoyu needs to be taken care of, and you can’t get away.”
Shen Yun had actually been persuaded.
Qi Fengyu's condition has been deteriorating recently. If this continues, by next winter, he may have to rely on a wheelchair to go out.
As for Ji Mofan, although the conflict between Changfeng Valley and Yuncang Sword Sect ultimately stemmed from his performance at the Dao Inquiry Conference, he was still the chief disciple of a sect.
It was understandable that Fang Xian injured him in the secret realm, but if he were to get into trouble on Changfeng Valley's territory, it would be a blatant provocation, and Changfeng Valley would stand against the righteous path of the entire cultivation world.
They don't need to create trouble for themselves at this time.
Even if Changfeng Valley were to actually be plotting something against Ji Mofan, it wouldn't have much impact on Shen Yun or the Yuncang Sword Sect.
With Ji Mofan gone, they have even more reason to come knocking and demand justice. The compensation they can get may not be less than the benefits that a genius like Ji Mofan would have brought to the sect.
Perhaps they could even get the help of those reclusive medical practitioners who have close ties with Changfeng Valley, since they definitely can't get their hands on the Azure Phoenix Demon Core now, and they need to make other plans for Qi Fengyu's health.
But he was unwilling to give in so quickly, and deliberately made a few excuses, leaving Ji Mofan alone in Changfeng Valley, this den of wolves.
"Ji Mo Fan, your master is so cold to you, why do you still follow the Yun Cang Sword Sect so devotedly?"
Shen Yun left decisively, and Fang Xuan took Ji Mo Fan, who had been pretending to be confused, with him.
Once they were out of sight of everyone, Ji Mofan stopped pretending to be weak and his walking posture returned to normal.
"Maybe it's because I'm a kind person," Ji Mofan said.
"No, I think you're stupid," Fang Xuan said bluntly.
"......"
Ji Mo Fan sighed.
Although only Fang Xuan would openly point his finger at him and curse him out loud, many people in both his past and present lives probably described him, Ji Mo Fan, in this way behind his back.
He used to think that as long as he treated others sincerely, he would definitely get the same response in return.
As a result, everyone just treated him as an inexhaustible blood bank.
Kindness without principles is ultimately synonymous with foolishness.
"I'm not insulting you, I'm just stating an objective fact." Seeing that he didn't speak, Fang Xuan, for reasons unknown, actually added a serious sentence.
"Uh... thank you?" Ji Mofan almost hoped that this person didn't have a mouth.
“But now,” he said, tracing the outline of Ji Mofan’s entire body with his finger in the air, “you seem to have become a little smarter.”
Ji Mo Fan smiled but did not answer.
Is it smart? It's because it died once and got a replacement.
Fang Xian wasn't entirely lying to Shen Yun; he did indeed refine the Azure Phoenix Demon Core into a pill.
But before feeding Xiao Huang, when Ji Mofan entered Fang Xuan's courtyard, the little yellow mongrel without a single stray hair was lying in the corner, gnawing on half a dog...
Ji Mo Fan squinted and looked at it carefully.
...Golden Pheasant?
Even though he had experienced the earth-shattering event of rebirth, Ji Mofan's heart, which he thought would never be frightened by anything, still couldn't help but pound twice.
The Golden Pheasant itself is not a particularly rare demonic beast, but what is valuable is its ability to digest spiritual herbs.
Many spiritual herbs are so potent that their medicinal properties must be reduced through certain methods before they can be used by cultivators of lower cultivation levels. For example, they can be refined into pills.
However, if there is a golden pheasant, as long as he eats the medicinal herbs, the strong medicinal properties can be transformed into a milder form and preserved intact in his meat.
The denser the gold flecks formed by the feathers on its back, the more precious medicinal herbs the golden pheasant has ingested.
The golden pheasant in Little Yellow's beak has almost completely covered in golden feathers on its back.
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