In Qi Fengyu's bedroom, two figures faced each other.
"Senior Brother, why are you still protecting Li Geyue!" Ning Weisheng quickly withdrew his spiritual power and retreated after only exchanging blows with him for a moment, his question full of incomprehension.
“He doesn’t deserve to die.” Ji Mofan still stood in front of Li Geyue. “This time I will personally throw him into the Demon Realm and never let him appear in front of the immortal sects again.”
"He has made serious mistakes time and time again, why are you still so lenient with him?" Ning Weisheng still wouldn't give up, trying to bypass him and get closer to Li Geyue. "Because he was once your junior brother, so you're giving him special treatment?"
"I'll say it again, he doesn't deserve to die." Ji Mofan stood firm, his Snow Sword covered in frost. In this room filled with flames, only he remained icy cold.
“He hurt people, but he didn’t kill anyone, so he shouldn’t pay for it with his life,” he said. “Junior Brother Ning, you are being too harsh on demonic cultivators.”
Ning Weisheng's voice was choked by Ji Mofan's words.
What Ji Mo Fan said is true, but...
A subtle look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
Throughout history, the cultivation world has always treated demonic cultivators this way; the concept that those who walk different paths cannot make plans together has always been deeply ingrained.
But how come when Ji Mofan said it, the principle that has always been this way seems to have become less self-evident?
"Senior Brother, I've troubled you again..." Li Geyue clutched his chest, almost kneeling on the ground behind Ji Mofan, tormented by the Gu worms to the point that he couldn't even straighten his back.
He strained to lift his head, trying to catch a glimpse of Ji Mofan beside him. Unfortunately, the latter didn't give him a second glance. No matter how high he raised his head or how wide he opened his eyes, he could only see a red figure from behind.
Inside, thick black smoke billowed, yet Ji Mofan remained spotless, his red wedding attire still vibrant, even more so than the gradually intensifying sunset outside the window.
At this moment, Ji Mofan also turned his gaze to the door, as he heard a commotion approaching.
There was no point in trying to reason with Ning Weisheng anymore. Being caught by him and Qi Fengyu in advance was already an accident. If they didn't throw Li Geyue out quickly, they would have no chance to leave once everyone arrived.
He picked up Li Geyue, who was in so much pain that she was barely conscious, and walked around Ning Weisheng, who was blocking the doorway. He went out the door and planned to fly directly on his sword.
A figure in white stood in front of him.
“…Sect Master.” Ji Mo Fan subconsciously hid Li Ge Yue behind his back.
To save himself trouble, he had just knocked Li Geyue unconscious. If anyone were to stop him now, he could easily crush the unfortunate kid with a single finger.
Qi Yuan hovered in mid-air, her eyes, somewhat cloudy with age, fixedly staring at Ji Mo Fan.
"Xiao Fan, are you leaving?" After a long silence, he finally said this.
Ji Mofan was stunned for a moment.
"Be careful and go home early," Qi Yuan said again.
It felt like a string in my head had suddenly snapped.
But before Ji Mofan could investigate what it was, the sound coming from the main hall was already very close.
He had no choice but to nod and fly on his sword towards the weakest point of the mountain-protecting formation.
"Goodbye, Sect Master."
Ji Mofan's figure quickly disappeared into the horizon blurred by the setting sun.
The group of people who had rushed from the main hall finally arrived.
"Sect Master, what happened?" Shen Yun hurriedly stepped forward to ask.
Qi Yuan turned her gaze away from the empty space and looked at the figure standing blankly in the courtyard, covered in black ash.
"Ask him, he'll definitely know better than I do." After saying that, Qi Yuan sighed, flicked his sleeve, turned around, and flew away on his sword.
The old sect leader's personality had always been like this, and no one present felt any objection, so they all turned to look at the courtyard.
"Wei Sheng, what exactly happened?" Ji Yunhong squeezed out from the crowd and glared at Ning Wei Sheng's pathetic state.
What are you doing? Trying to rebel? It's just a grand ceremony for the chief disciple and the young sect leader to become a couple. Why are you making such a fuss these past few days? Are you trying to overthrow the Heavenly Gang?
If you really have an idea, just tell the person directly. There's nothing wrong with that. Why do you have to keep it bottled up like this? It's just embarrassing for him.
“Master, just now…” Ning Weisheng was glared at by his master, and his soul, which had flown away with Ji Mofan, was pulled back. “Just now I saw Li Geyue here.”
"It's because the eldest brother is against him that all this trouble has arisen."
"What did you say?" Shen Yun's voice was practically shrill. "How is this possible?"
Li Geyue? Fighting Ji Mofan? How is that possible?
Although he had accepted the fact that Li Geyue was still alive from Qi Fengyu's fragmented words, how could that traitorous disciple possibly have the strength to stand on equal footing with Ji Mofan?
Let alone now, after suffering serious injuries and falling into the demonic path, even during his peak cultivation period, his cultivation level couldn't compare to Ji Mofan's.
How could such a big thing have happened?
"This disciple doesn't know the specifics either," Ning Weisheng replied honestly, head bowed, looking rather dejected.
"When I arrived just now, the young sect leader came to knock on the door but no one answered. I had no choice but to break down the door and this is what I saw."
Ning Weisheng didn't know what he was thinking either; he deliberately obscured certain details.
"The disciple and the young sect leader then split up. He went to the main hall to seek help, while the disciple went in to see what was going on."
"But as soon as I entered, I was overwhelmed by demonic energy. When I came to my senses, there was no one left inside."
After Ning Weisheng finished speaking, no one in the room spoke for a long time.
Half a day later, whispers of discussion could be heard from the back.
"Ah...is this Li Geyue coming for revenge?"
"Right? After all, he was killed by his own hands. Although I don't know why he didn't die, it's not incomprehensible when I think about it."
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