As Ji Mofan bent down to save his roasted meat, a sword aura suddenly flashed in front of him.
A disciple from Changfeng Valley, dressed in a bright green robe, suddenly stopped in front of him on his sword, creating a whirlwind, and looked around angrily.
"Where is Fang Xianren?" He looked at Ji Mofan, who was sitting by the fire.
Ji Mofan was a little stunned by the sudden turn of events. He turned to look at the rock next to him where Fang Xuan had been sitting, but instead made eye contact with Xiao Huang.
“It was just here a moment ago…” he said.
"All he does is hide. Just wait until I catch him, and I'll have the elders punish him by making him meditate under the waterfall." The disciple who came to find Fang Xuan was practically fuming. "He's stolen eight of my Golden Pheasants this month! Eight!"
"Two more heavy-tailed catfish! And one pangolin!"
Ji Mofan paused in his chewing.
He glanced at the grilled fish he hadn't finished eating.
"It's alright, you eat, take your time." Seemingly realizing that he had startled the guest, the disciple, who had been furious just moments before, forced a smile and lowered his voice.
Although it still sounds like he's gritting his teeth.
It's as if he put two ounces of arsenic in this grilled fish.
After circling around Fang Xuan's courtyard, the disciple found nothing and hurriedly flew away on his sword. Before leaving the courtyard, Ji Mo Fan heard him angrily complaining to the communication talisman.
"Elder, you really have to discipline Junior Brother Fang this time!"
"If he tells me it's for entertaining guests, would I stop him from taking it?"
“But every time he came, he not only ate and took things, but he also tore down my fence!”
"You have a locator there, can you help me find where he is?"
Ji Mo Fan listened, but it went in one ear and out the other, and he took another bite of the grilled fish in his hand.
With such a troubled history, this grilled fish tastes even better.
"Fang Xian! I knew you hadn't gone far!"
"Hey, Senior Brother Li, don't get angry, getting angry will damage your liver."
As a result, Ji Mofan's meal was destined to be unpleasant, as he soon heard the sound of weapons clashing outside the courtyard.
He peeked out and saw what was going on.
Fang Xian got into a fight with the senior brother surnamed Li.
However, Fang Xian did not draw his sword at all, and only defended against the attacks launched by the disciple in front of him.
The disciples on this side were clearly aware of their limits; although they looked furious, they only used the flat of their swords to strike each time.
Ji Mo Fan was relieved and sat back down to continue eating meat.
The sounds of fighting continued for a long time before finally stopping. Fang Xuan walked in from outside the courtyard, covered in dust and dirt.
Seeing Ji Mofan sitting there happily eating without any reaction, he couldn't help but show a hurt expression. "Doesn't your conscience hurt at all?"
Ji Mofan swallowed the food in his mouth. "Conscience? What is that? Is it tasty?"
"You..." Fang Xuan chuckled, raised his hand and cast a cleansing spell on himself, becoming clean before slowly sitting down.
"With your personality, how did you manage to get yourself into such a miserable state?" he asked sincerely.
Ji Mofan took another bite of the grilled fish in his hand.
He chewed and swallowed slowly, then said, "Would you believe me if I told you that during my last tribulation, a bolt of heavenly lightning suddenly struck me and opened my eyes?"
"If you don't want to say, then forget it." Fang Xian, of course, didn't believe his nonsense and assumed that he had something difficult to say, so she wisely stopped asking.
Ji Mo Fan then lowered his head and focused on eating the grilled fish.
Rebirth is too far-fetched, and it could easily lead to being labeled as a heretic or evil, so Ji Mofan felt there was no need to say it.
During his seven days in Changfeng Valley, Ji Mofan experienced the most comfortable period of his life since his rebirth.
She wouldn't wake up with a mountain of sect affairs to deal with, wouldn't have to face those ungrateful wretches who treated her like a tool, and would have all sorts of ingredients that Fang Xuan stole from the sect to satisfy her hunger every day.
As long as you practice swordsmanship and meditation, you can also wander around the martial arts arena in Changfeng Valley when you have nothing else to do. Every time, you'll run into a few unlucky guys who are willing to come to him as punching bags.
During the sparring, Ji Mofan could clearly feel that the part of his body that had been overdrawn was being rapidly replenished day by day, and he even felt that his realm was about to break through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
However, his breakthrough this time was largely due to the Azure Phoenix Demon Core. If he were to break through directly like this, there would be a risk of his realm becoming unstable.
Therefore, Ji Mofan kept his spiritual power suppressed, wanting to wait until it was stable for a period of time before looking for an opportunity to break through.
There's another reason: once he returns to his sect, he's afraid he won't be able to explain why he broke through two minor realms in quick succession without any warning.
After all, in the eyes of those people from the Yuncang Sword Sect, he had only just entered the Nascent Soul stage a few months ago.
According to Fang Xian, the Azure Phoenix Demon Core has already been fed to Little Yellow.
Ji Mo Fan didn't actually want to return to Yun Cang Sword Sect so soon.
Even if Changfeng Valley can no longer take him in, he can still take on a few sect missions and travel all over the country.
Unfortunately, the timing was unfortunate; the weather officially warmed up after the Spring Equinox, and the Yun Cang Sword Sect's recruitment conference was about to be held.
As the sect's chief disciple, he should not be absent without a valid reason.
Even though he disliked the Yuncang Sword Sect, Ji Mofan didn't want to leave any ammunition for others to criticize him on such a big issue.
After all, once he manages to retrieve the Soul Lamp, he still needs to continue on the path of cultivation.
He couldn't let the other cultivators think he was an unfaithful and disloyal person.
Then he will find it difficult to gain a foothold in the cultivation world.
Even when he leaves, he wants to leave cleanly.
As soon as Ji Mofan stepped into the protective array of the Yun Cang Sword Sect, he received a telepathic message from Shen Yun.
"Come to the main hall immediately."
As always, it was concise and clear, with a commanding tone.
Ji Mo Fan didn't take the word "speed" too seriously and leisurely rode his sword along the way.
As Ji Mofan entered the main hall, all eight elders of the Yun Cang Sword Sect, along with their respective disciples, were already gathered together. Countless gazes turned towards him as he stepped through the door.
"The Chief has kept us waiting." Ji Yunhong, the elder sitting second from the left, picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"I'm so sorry, but the injuries I sustained in the secret realm haven't fully healed yet, so I can't walk very fast right now." Ji Mo Fan approached slowly, his tone as humble as ever, but he walked with a leisurely gait, showing no sign of remorse.
"I hope that all elders and fellow disciples will not take offense."
He casually cupped his hands in greeting and took his seat in the main seat of the hall, looking down at the people with different expressions, a subtle hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Where were we just talking?" He asked casually, propping his head up with one hand on the armrest.
Qi Fengyu sat to his left, and his expression was not very good at the moment.
Previously, Ji Mofan would never sit in the sect leader's seat in front of him.
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