Shen Yun remained silent.
Li Jinchu didn't have it either.
Ji Mo Fan's words sounded cold, but they were the truth.
Yun Cang Sword Sect is a prestigious and righteous sect, and it would never keep a disciple who could not uphold his Dao heart and would allow himself to fall into the demonic path.
“...I don’t want to leave.” Li Ge tried her best to look up, her pleading eyes fixed on Ji Mofan.
The love potion has been implanted in him; if he really has to leave Ji Mo Fan...
I'd rather be dead.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of metal scraping against metal was teeth-grinding, and the cold-toned swords reflected the pale sunlight overhead.
"Xiaofan!"
"Jimo is prosperous!"
Shen Yun and Li Jinchu's voices rang out simultaneously, and Li Geyue stared blankly at Ji Mofan, who was pointing his sword at him.
"You should be glad you didn't make a big mistake. Xiaoyu was only injured, not actually strangled to death by you." The coldness spread, but Ji Mofan's voice could still be described as gentle.
"If this were a time of tension between the cultivation world and the demonic world, the mere fact that you fell into the demonic path would be enough to have your blood splattered on the Execution Platform."
"Junior brother, I'm not discussing this with you."
As Li Geyue's gaze slowly moved upwards along the deep blue longsword, she noticed Ji Mofan's usual calm expression as he spoke.
Whether it's because he's used to having a gentle expression or because his facial features are naturally gentle, Ji Mofan gives off a very comfortable feeling when he doesn't speak or actively show his emotions.
Li Ge couldn't quite grasp Ji Mofan's emotions.
But he was willing to call me "junior brother" just now, does that mean...?
He lowered his head, his expression hidden in darkness.
"Master, please activate Junior Brother's Soul Lamp." Ji Mofan lowered his sword tip slightly and turned to look at Shen Yun.
That cluster of soul fire had been clearly stained with an unsettling black, revealing the cultivator's identity as a demonic cultivator.
Shen Yun hesitated, glancing at Li Geyue, who had her head down, and then at Li Jinchu, who had quietly retreated to a distance.
There was no other way but to stand up.
It was rare for the Yuncang Sword Sect to expel its disciples from the sect.
Being expelled from one's own sect is a great disgrace for any righteous cultivator. If this becomes known, there will be no chance of entering another sect of equal strength.
However, none of this was a problem for Li Geyue.
Because his mind has been destroyed by inner demons.
Although the spiritual energy did not reverse and violently break and reassemble his meridians, there was absolutely no hope of him starting to cultivate the Yun Cang Sword Sect's cultivation method again, or any other orthodox cultivation method.
Even if he wanted to continue cultivating, the only path he could take was the demonic path.
Shen Yun picked up the disciple's soul lamp, which had been overturned to one side due to the earlier commotion.
The runes formed by spiritual energy slowly rose in his palm, and the glass lamp slowly opened. The wisp of divine soul that had been imprisoned within immediately began to burn restlessly, as if it wanted to pounce on something, with the posture of burning everything.
— Li Geyue suddenly moved at this moment.
Caught off guard, he drew his sword and, without regard for anything else, pointed it at Shen Yun's back.
Normally speaking, let alone ambushing a Nascent Soul stage expert at this distance, even if Li Geyue were to grab Shen Yun's hand and try to hurt him, there would be absolutely no chance.
But he deliberately chose to make his move at the moment when Shen Yun was focused on casting a guiding spell on his remnant soul.
They were willing to sacrifice their own souls to achieve their goal.
Shen Yun was unable to concentrate for a moment. Moreover, Li Geyue's current strength level was comparable to that of a novice cultivator. Even if Shen Yun stood still and let him cut him at will, it would be a testament to his strength if he could leave a red mark even with all his might.
But just as everyone, including Shen Yun himself, was still inactive, Ji Mo Fan suddenly flashed by.
The sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh was so faint as to be barely audible.
Then came a muffled groan, followed by a cough that sounded like water blocking the throat while rinsing the mouth—dull and hoarse.
Li Geyue was slashed away by Ji Mofan's sword, and the momentum carried him away, smashing the soul lamp in Shen Yun's hand. The two of them slid a long way on the Execution Platform, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.
Ji Mofan stepped forward and slashed at the sword beside Li Geyue.
The icy spiritual energy shattered a talisman that hadn't even had a chance to function.
"Elder Shen, if it weren't for your eldest disciple, you would have been ambushed just now." Li Jinchu had somehow pulled out his folding fan again. The pure white fan surface was completely blank, and he held it in front of his chest, waving it gently.
Shen Yun stared at the torn talisman without offering any comment.
What Li Jinchu said is true.
Everyone assumed that Li Geyue was not only weak but also seriously injured, and no one expected that he would choose to attack others at a time when he had absolutely no chance of winning.
This person was also his master, a rare Nascent Soul stage expert in the world.
The leverage he had to take this action was the thin talisman he possessed.
—A spiritual talisman capable of harming a Nascent Soul stage expert.
Shen Yun didn't remember giving him such a life-saving treasure; he guessed it was a resource from a collateral branch of the Li family.
If he succeeds, he might not die, but he'll definitely suffer serious injuries and be bedridden for a few days.
"Ge Yue, what are you trying to do to your master?" Shen Yun looked at him, his emotions gradually darkening.
Has he done anything to wrong his young apprentice?
When there are extra resources, we will think of giving them to him, and when we see him injured, we will find medicine to treat him.
I don't compare him to others, and I treat him much more attentively than Ji Mofan.
How come Ji Mofan has always been so easy to manage for him?
Shen Yun wasn't unaware of his bias, but since Ji Mofan had always refused to take anything, he gradually came to accept the injustice as normal.
Anyway, the person in question didn't say anything.
Even though Ji Mofan has been expressing his dissatisfaction recently, he has only argued with him verbally at most, and has never really come to blows.
What gives Li Geyue the right to do this?
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