"The chief senior brother of Yun Cang Sword Sect and the most lawless true disciple of Changfeng Valley, and the few things that must be said between the two and the unknown water spirit root disciple."
Fang Xuan read these words with a blank expression.
Ji Mofan could clearly see a crack in his face.
"...The title is really long." But he was almost tired of listening to it, and in the end he only gave these few words as his evaluation.
What kind of situation is this?
“Recently, it’s become popular to use a brief summary of the main content as the title of the storybook,” Fang Xuan said. “So often, by the time I realize what my eyes are seeing, it’s already too late.”
"It's amazing that you can remember such a long name word for word." Ji Mofan looked at him with a hint of pity in his eyes.
Fang Xian grinned at him, showing his teeth.
He didn't want to either; if he could, he would love to have a brain that doesn't remember these things.
Changfeng Valley is an old sect, and Fang Xian's name was known in the cultivation world even earlier than Ji Mofan's.
It wasn't because of his talent, but because he was too good at causing trouble.
When he was young and ignorant, he harassed almost every sect in the cultivation world that was considered famous.
As he grew older, he gradually curbed his unruly nature.
To restrain oneself, but one should not air one's dirty laundry in public, lest it harm one's own family.
In earlier years, Fang Xian's name was often mentioned together with Li Jinchu's.
As for why he would get involved with someone who was about ten years older than him...
Because every time he went to Xiaoling Sect for fun, nine times out of ten he was packed up and sent back to Changfeng Valley by Li Jinchu.
The other time, it wasn't that he escaped by chance, but rather that Li Jinchu happened to be away from the sect and didn't have time to deal with him.
Fang Xian grew up alone and wild. When he first entered Changfeng Valley, he didn't know how to be restrained.
His master, the elder, didn't care much about things; as long as the child wasn't dead, he was considered a good child.
The old man is still busy with his romantic pursuits, and I heard he's recently become obsessed with a courtesan from the mortal realm.
It's easy to imagine what kind of good children he can raise.
No one in the sect could control him, and Li Jinchu filled that gap perfectly. As a result, Changfeng Valley was always happy to find opportunities to put Fang Xian into Li Jinchu's hands.
This made Fang Xian feel uncomfortable whenever he heard the name Li.
The most uncomfortable time was when he went to hang out with his fellow apprentices and unexpectedly found a book in which he was the main character among their collection of storybooks.
"I slapped that senior brother next door who was both father and mother to me"
The content was so offensive that he not only burned the book, but also chased after the senior student who had secretly bought it and beat him for a long time.
It took several days of coaxing before he would speak properly.
Let bygones be bygones; he's evolved now, and he can talk about his gossip without batting an eye.
He barely changed his expression.
Looking at Ji Mofan, who was squatting next to a pile of ingredients with a subtle expression, Fang Xuan felt a strange sense of pride.
He only lost a tournament; Ji Mo Fan isn't better than Fang Xuan in everything.
Actually, Ji Mofan wasn't squatting there worrying about his own gossip.
He was just wondering if these rumors would affect what he was going to do next.
Leaving aside the distant past, what's right before our eyes is his Daoist ceremony with Qi Fengyu. The chief disciple of the Yun Cang Sword Sect and the young sect leader are getting married. Neither of them are unknown figures. Regardless of Ji Mofan's fame, Qi Fengyu is already famous for her beauty.
Aside from the four major sects that are required to send invitations, as well as some organizations with close ties to the Yun Cang Sword Sect, there will likely be quite a few smaller sects and independent cultivators attending the ceremony in person.
This is a major event for the Yun Cang Sword Sect. If they host well, the sect can rise to a higher level. However, if something goes wrong, it could have unimaginable negative consequences for the sect.
Ji Mofan didn't care about the future of the Yun Cang Sword Sect, but the thought of the old sect master emerging from seclusion made him unable to help but put in even more effort.
He hoped the old man would be happy to see this.
The Daoist Couple Ceremony was rushed, with only half a month allotted for preparation.
Actually, if we follow Shen Yun's suggestion, it would be best to do it even faster.
However, Qi Fengyu's physical condition does not support him getting out of bed and walking around so quickly; it will take at least half a month for him to recover.
Shen Yun had no choice but to give up.
Ji Mo Fan spent half a month preparing all the necessary items. On the eve of the ceremony, the entire Yun Cang Mountain was decorated in a lively manner, with red lanterns and celebratory silks everywhere. Several nearby towns under the protection of the Sword Sect received celebratory fruits sent by the sect.
Jimo Fan made it even more imposing than in its predecessor.
Not only the major sects and independent cultivators in the cultivation world, but also many mortals who had received Ji Mofan's kindness received the news and came from afar with congratulatory gifts.
None of them are precious items, but the sentiment behind them is far more valuable than any monetary worth.
Ji Mofan personally received each and every guest, and arranged inns for them to ensure they had a comfortable stay.
He already had a good reputation, and now everyone is showering him with compliments.
However, in contrast, one of the two newcomers, Ji Mofan, has been busy outside, so naturally people have turned the conversation to Qi Fengyu, who doesn't show up much.
"It's one thing that no elders are handling the wedding arrangements for them, but now they're pushing everything onto the Chief Executive alone?"
"Don't you know that one is sickly? Perhaps the chief is worried about his young master and doesn't want him to suffer."
"No matter how sick you are, it's too much to not show up even once."
“The young sect leader has been out before. I saw him from afar when I visited him before. His face was pale and his body was so thin that his clothes couldn’t even fit him properly. He really looked like he couldn’t stand the slightest bit of hard work.”
"I've never seen him in person before, only in portraits in storybooks. Is he really as handsome as the rumors say?"
"She's much more beautiful in person than in the painting. She truly deserves to be called a water spirit root; her appearance is absolutely top-notch."
"But what else about him is outstanding besides his appearance? What makes him so special that even the chief disciple of the Yun Cang Sword Sect would fall for him?"
"A water-elemental root physique..."
"Do you think that person needs this kind of approach?"
"Oh, do you know something secret?"
"It's unspeakable... I have a storybook here about that chief, and another water-elemental cultivator from their sect."
"It's just a story, you actually took it seriously?"
"You know what, many of the writer's guesses are extremely reasonable, and they might just be the truth."
Ji Mo Fan didn't care much about these common people's speculations.
He gave a final reminder of the precautions for tomorrow, then planned to go back to his room to rest early.
I have to get up very early tomorrow.
Pushing open the small gate of his bamboo courtyard, Ji Mofan keenly sensed a slight sense of unease.
Something's not right; someone else has been here.
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