Although Qi Fengyu is the biological son of the old sect leader, in the Yun Cang Sword Sect, bloodline is certainly a factor affecting status, but the elders would never allow a weak and sickly person with little strength to sit in such an important position as sect leader.
Therefore, during every important meeting, Qi Fengyu's seat was always below the sect leader.
Even when the sect leader was in seclusion, during the years when the chief position was vacant, Qi Fengyu would rather leave the chief position empty than sit in it.
Later, Ji Mofan became famous in the Dao Asking Tournament. In order to commend his achievements and to promote his outstanding talent to the outside world, the Yun Cang Sword Sect bestowed upon him the title of chief.
However, Ji Mofan was heavily influenced by Shen Yun from a young age, and the old sect master had also cherished and protected him for several years when he first entered the Yun Cang Sword Sect because he valued genius.
Ji Mofan remembered this kindness and knew that Qi Fengyu was always concerned about his low cultivation level, so he would never embarrass him in front of others.
What's wrong?
However, after going to Changfeng Valley, why did Ji Mofan suddenly become a different person upon his return?
What kind of bewitching potion did the people of Changfeng Valley give him?
Qi Fengyu coughed a few times, his face pale. "We were just discussing whether to hold the sect's recruitment meeting according to past practice. What does Senior Brother think?"
"I have no objection. You all can decide what to do." Ji Mofan held the lid of his teacup, swept the tea in his cup, and lowered his eyes, not looking at anyone.
Hey, the tea stems are standing up! Something good should happen soon.
Qi Fengyu unconsciously clenched his fists.
"What do you think we should do?" "What should we do?"
In the past, whenever people mentioned this place, Ji Mofan would take the initiative to handle all the big and small matters, while others just had to wait for the arrangements and then show up at the recruitment ceremony on the day of the recruitment.
What's going on with Jimo Fan this time? Are they planning to wash their hands of the business?
"Xiao Fan, what do you mean by that?" No one spoke up, except for Shen Yun, who frowned.
After all, the chief's status is no lower than that of the elders. Among all the people in the hall, only his master, Shen Yun, is qualified to criticize Ji Mo Fan.
“Master, as you know, I was injured during the demon-slaying mission.” Ji Mo Fan sighed and put down his teacup with a helpless expression. “Later, I was attacked by the people of Changfeng Valley in the Eclipse Secret Realm and only recovered after a few days. I really couldn’t handle this recruitment conference.”
That's utter nonsense.
Shen Yun almost couldn't help but want to reprimand him.
When did his eldest disciple start showing weakness and acting pitiful in front of others?
When had he ever shirked sect affairs for his own sake before?
Even if he doesn't sleep for days and nights, he will still do what he was supposed to do the next day. He does this all year round, regardless of wind, frost, rain or snow.
He was truly unwavering. Before a recruitment conference, he had just helped Qi Fengyu break through a minor realm. His body, which had withstood the heavenly lightning, had not yet been properly recuperated, yet he still appeared before everyone with a normal expression and perfectly organized that year's conference.
Now he wants to use his injury as an excuse to step down?
"I heard that Chief Jimo recently went to Changfeng Valley to recuperate?" Ji Yunhong stroked his long beard, his eyes scanning up and down Jimo Fan, who was sitting in a high position.
Ji Mofan's departure from the sect is a major event, and many of the tasks he used to be in charge of will have to be assigned to others to continue.
Shen Yun couldn't hide it from him, and he wouldn't hide anything from Ji Mofan either.
Everyone in the Yuncang Sword Sect knows that their chief senior brother has abandoned sect affairs and gone to Changfeng Valley to enjoy himself.
With the workload suddenly increasing, everyone naturally complained about Ji Mofan, the "culprit".
Little did they know that these were originally their individual tasks; it was only because Ji Mo Fanxin was kind-hearted that he took over them.
Good people must keep doing good deeds, otherwise, once they do something bad, they will fall from grace and never recover.
"The spiritual herbs of Changfeng Valley have always been praised in the cultivation world. Could it be that they can't heal the chief's injuries?" Ji Yunhong continued.
Ha, what a mere child, yet he dares to sit at the head of so many of these senior elders.
In the past, people in Jimo were always very respectful to them because they were elders.
Even though he was the chief, he only stood in the main seat and spoke to them.
He's never been so careless and unseemly sitting like this before.
What kind of behavior is this!
"Elder Ji, you are mistaken. Changfeng Valley and my Yuncang Sword Sect have always been at odds. I think my injuries are thanks to Fang Xian of Changfeng Valley." Ji Mo Fan said without batting an eye, dragging Fang Xian out to take the blame again.
At worst, I'll let him have three moves at next year's Daodao Conference, and that will be my compensation.
He thought to himself guiltily.
"How could I possibly receive proper care there? It's just a show put on by Changfeng Valley to avoid giving others cause for criticism." He sighed and shook his head, feigning helplessness.
"During the few days I stayed there, the disciples of Changfeng Valley kept coming to bother me, under the guise of sparring with me in swordsmanship."
"I couldn't refuse, so I had to force myself to fight. In the end, it would have been better to go back to the sect to recuperate."
Ji Mofan mixed truths with lies, and given his past habit of never refusing anyone, a large portion of the people in the hall believed his nonsense.
Even Ji Yunhong, who had been looking down on him ever since he entered, turned his head away and remained silent.
No wonder this time he couldn't even sit properly, let alone stand.
It turns out the injury was even more serious.
That's understandable.
Ji Mo Fan was determined to wash his hands of the matter, so the others in the hall could only pretend to discuss it, flattering each other and pushing the most tiring work onto others.
After all, the recruitment conference is just one of the ways for the elders to recruit disciples. Generally, those who are truly talented would not need to rely on such an unsophisticated method to embark on the path of cultivation.
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