"So what?" Xiao Wangyan's expression didn't change at all. "I'll just kill that person."
Ji Mo Fan was briefly rendered speechless.
Because for a moment he genuinely felt that this was feasible.
After all, it wouldn't be good for him to directly take action against Qi Fengyu, so having Xiao Wangyan do it for him was the best thing ever.
But in just a moment, he came to his senses and said, "Stop dreaming."
"I would rather die than become a Daoist partner with a demonic cultivator."
Regardless of whether he cares about his reputation, the fact remains that Qi Fengyu will be harmed by the demonic cultivators because of him, no matter what the actual situation is.
He was easily swayed by rumors, which could make it impossible for him to stay in the cultivation world.
Just looking at his own body, he couldn't accept getting close to a demonic cultivator.
Just having the back of his neck gripped was making him feel nauseous. It wasn't that he had any issues with Xiao Wangyan; it was just that his mind was protesting.
Moreover, he had no doubt whatsoever about Xiao Wangyan's ability to accomplish this task.
Most of the righteous cultivators who participated in the battle a thousand years ago have either perished or ascended to immortality and are no longer in this world. The only one who remains on the surface is the Supreme Venerable of the Xiaoling Sect.
Evading the Supreme Venerable's gaze, killing someone, and then retreating unscathed back to the Demon Realm was by no means a difficult task for Xiao Wangyan.
"You seem to have misunderstood something." Xiao Wangyan smiled at Ji Mofan, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and easily lifted the wet man out of the hot spring.
The water on his body was instantly evaporated by the demonic energy, and even his clothes flew up. Ji Mofan only felt a blur before his eyes, and his body sank into the soft bedding.
With a hand pressing down on his waist, he could barely twist his body, let alone struggle.
Ji Mofan clicked his tongue very lightly.
This posture made him very uncomfortable, and he would unconsciously recall the last few seconds before he died in his previous life.
The hem of his clothes had been torn apart by demonic energy, and the defensive runes on them were no different from a child's scribbles to Xiao Wangyan. He subconsciously raised his leg to kick, but his knee was exposed directly through the tear in his clothes.
It was pressed against Xiao Wangyan, but it had almost no deterrent effect. The only reason it could wrinkle Xiao Wangyan's clothes was because he didn't dodge.
"His muscles are quite well-proportioned; you can tell he works out seriously." Xiao Wangyan had time to comment on Ji Mofan's physique, his relaxed manner almost like he was teasing a cat.
But just as he loosened his grip on Ji Mofan slightly and reached out to grab his ankle—
With his fingertips piercing the flesh behind his neck, blood stained the pillow beneath him. Ji Mofan raised his hand and touched the spine behind him.
"Let go, or I'll pull out my immortal bone and smash it in your face," he said.
The person, whose tone was always gentle, suddenly became cold and devoid of warmth, and as he spoke, you could hear the squelching sound of the muscles in his wound being squeezed.
Getting a wound in such a sensitive place should be so painful that it would be impossible to even maintain a normal expression.
But Ji Mofan's face didn't change at all. If it weren't for the barely suppressed tremor in his voice, Xiao Wangyan would almost think that he had pulled out a bag of blood from somewhere to fool people.
"Are you serious?" He was genuinely shocked and stopped moving. "If you lose your immortal bones, even if you're lucky enough to survive, you'll never have the chance to cultivate again!"
Jimo was prosperous, but remained unmoved.
This was the only thing he had that could be used as leverage to threaten the Demon Lord when he couldn't use his spiritual power.
Immortal bones are a cultivator's most important trump card. Although they usually only represent a person's talent for cultivation, they are also a cultivator's last resort to save their life in an emergency.
The Heavenly Dao writes the destiny of every person in the unseen realm, and a trace of the Heavenly Dao's power is hidden within the immortal bones. Even with a clear difference in strength, this Heavenly Dao power can cross the chasm of realms and directly harm Xiao Wangyan.
However, such a useful life-saving talisman is also extremely harmful to both the enemy and oneself. Once the immortal bone is extracted, the cultivator's path to immortality is completely severed.
Moreover, if timely treatment is not received, even if one can kill the enemy with the immortal bone, the severe injury will still lead to the person's death.
But at this moment, these extremely expensive side effects seemed to have nothing to do with Ji Mofan. His entire hand was stained bright red with his own blood, and his white bones were exposed from under his flesh.
The lustrous color contained wisps of cool blue, which was the spiritual power of his ice spiritual root. The Immortal Locking Chain could not seal it, and a tiny bit of it leaked out from the gaps in his immortal bones.
Xiao Wangyan finally let go.
Ji Mofan sat up on the big bed, his hand still touching his spine, and with his other hand he flipped over his torn clothes to cover his exposed legs.
Xiao Wangyan's gaze was anything but innocent, and he found it hard to bear.
Even Ji Mofan himself didn't understand which sentence had piqued the interest of this Demon Lord, causing him to have some inappropriate thoughts.
First Ning Weisheng, then Li Geyue, and Qi Fengyu's condition wasn't quite right on the day of the Dao Couple Ceremony either...
So where did all these strange romantic entanglements come from? Why didn't he encounter any of them in his past life?
Xiao Wangyan left in silence.
The maid who had just brought him clothes brought him back a while later with medicine for his wounds, and she also quietly replaced all the blood-stained bedding in the room with new ones.
Yes, it's not about washing it or performing a cleansing spell; it's about replacing it with a new one and burning the old one.
Ji Mo Fanxin thought that if Xiao Wangyan had threatened him with this just now, he might have actually wavered for a moment.
There was no way around it; he had grown tired of having to break even a palm-sized steamed bun in half, and he simply couldn't stand these things.
"Where is your master?" Seeing the maid preparing to leave, Ji Mo Fan asked her.
When the maid replied, her face was expressionless and her tone was indifferent, "His Majesty said you can move freely within the Demon Palace, as long as you don't go out."
"He will come to see you when he has time."
Ji Mofan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
This treatment... really doesn't seem like it's being treated like a furnace.
The maid didn't say much. After waiting a few seconds and seeing that he had no other instructions, she bowed with her eyes lowered and left.
Jimo Fan wanted to go out for a stroll.
However, he first had to deal with the clothes he was wearing that had just been torn to shreds by demonic energy.
If you're just standing still, it's fine; if you don't move, you won't see any problems.
But as soon as you start moving around, the clothes can turn into a few pieces of rags, fluttering so much that they can't cover anything.
The problem is that Jimo Fan doesn't have any extra clothes on hand right now.
Although the Qiankun Bag is still on his person, he needs to use spiritual power to open it.
He can't even muster a single strand of spiritual power now; the runes Xiao Wangyan wrote on the Immortal-Locking Chain are simply too solid.
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