When Ji Mofan snapped out of his thoughts, he was caught off guard by Xiao Wangyan's sudden declaration.
"Hmm?" For once, he couldn't think of anything to say, and he could only squeeze out a single syllable to express his doubt.
What's wrong with this Demon Lord? He doesn't seem very bright.
Can he really manage the demon realm like this?
Or perhaps he had been leading a group of mentally unstable individuals for many years, and over time his own mental state deteriorated from being bad to being extremely bad.
Ji Mofan now desperately wanted to throw Xiao Wangyan into the spiritual spring behind the Medical Peak to clear his head and straighten out the chaotic demonic energy in his body.
“I said, I will make you willingly want to become my Demon Queen.” As if he really thought that Ji Mofan hadn’t heard him clearly, Xiao Wangyan repeated it again, word by word.
While amused and annoyed by his thought process, Ji Mofan did not overlook the subtle difference between his two sentences.
The word "think" is clearly Xiao Wangyan's way of making excuses for his reckless remarks in the previous sentence.
After all, "becoming" and "wanting to become" are two completely different things.
The former represents genuine and heartfelt power, while the latter is nothing but wishful thinking.
This person was simply provoked by Ji Mofan's attitude and was just looking for an excuse to vent his anger.
Having figured out the key to it, Ji Mofan couldn't help but laugh coldly.
“I am never forced by anyone.” He smiled, his chin slightly raised.
In the past, Ji Mo Fan worked hard and endured a lot of hardship at the Yun Cang Sword Sect, but it was all of his own free will.
After his rebirth, he changed his ways, and the people in the sect couldn't do anything about him.
The oppressive demonic energy crashed down on him, but Ji Mofan narrowed his eyes, stubbornly keeping his back straight without bending over even a little.
“You should know that for me to crush you now is no different than crushing an ant,” Xiao Wangyan said.
Suppressing the nausea, Ji Mofan took a deep breath and said, "The Demon Lord is welcome to give it a try."
"Everyone in the cultivation world knows I've disappeared, and there's a high probability they'll trace it back to the Demon Realm. At that point, it won't just be a grudge between the two of us anymore."
The cultivation world's hatred for demonic cultivators has not diminished at all during this thousand-year truce; on the contrary, it has become more extreme as the people who experienced that horrific battlefield gradually pass away. Ji Mofan had sensed this in his previous life when he led people to deal with the demonic cultivators who had invaded the border.
The same applies to this life. When he dealt with Li Geyue, no one objected, including his own father.
Everyone agrees that anyone who comes into contact with demonic cultivators deserves to die, like some kind of plague that everyone wants to avoid.
The weight of the demonic energy pressed down even more heavily, and the nausea churning in his chest became uncontrollable, turning into a trickle of blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"So what? You'll just be a pile of bones by then." At this moment, Xiao Wangyan truly resembled a supreme ruler of the Demon Realm, looking down upon Ji Mo Fanshi with an arrogant gaze, as if he had already died in that sharp, knife-like gaze.
"What will happen to the demon realm and the cultivation world, you will never see."
"But you're going to ruin your peaceful life that you've lived for thousands of years because of your momentary impulse." Ji Mofan squinted and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Your original intention was simply to allow demonic cultivators to have a peaceful corner of the world, so why did you actively provoke the cultivation world?"
"This is not like the Demon Lord's style."
One word in those words seemed to touch a nerve with Xiao Wangyan. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and the demonic energy pressing down on Ji Mofan dissipated.
His gaze fell on Ji Mofan with considerable hostility, his probing eyes seeming to peel away his layers one by one.
“What do you know?” he asked.
“Demon Lord, I know nothing.” Ji Mo Fan honestly spread his hands. “You have been telling me information through your actions.”
He was telling the truth.
It was clearly Xiao Wangyan's own guilty conscience that led to his overreaction to some of Xiao Wangyan's ambiguous remarks.
How can you blame him for this?
Xiao Wangyan simply stared at him intently for a while.
Then he turned and left again, slamming the door shut with a loud bang as he left.
Ji Mo Fan shrugged.
Let them smash it. It's all his Demon Palace's property anyway, so if it gets broken, it's his own stuff.
Besides, looking at how magnificent this room is, what does it matter if one or two wooden doors are broken?
With Xiao Wangyan gone, Ji Mofan felt rather bored.
He didn't want to go out in tattered clothes, but he also couldn't open the Qiankun bag he carried with him.
Actually, you can also ask the maids of the Demon Palace for help. With just a little bit of demonic energy, you can open it and take things out. The Qiankun Bag doesn't recognize whether the power given to it is chaotic or clear.
Objects without spirit do not recognize their owners.
But that would inevitably require asking others to help find his things. Just thinking about this made Ji Mofan realize that wearing such an outfit wasn't entirely unacceptable.
After standing in front of the wardrobe for a while, Ji Mofan sighed and resignedly took out two pieces of clothing from the wardrobe.
It's his own fault for putting the Immortal-Locking Chain on himself.
The clothes look like they have a little bit of fabric, but if you layer several sets together, they'll look barely decent.
Although some skin will still be showing...
At least Ji Mofan could accept going out looking like this.
The Demon Palace was very spacious.
Occasionally, a maid would hurry by, but she would ignore Ji Mofan and walk past with her head down.
After all, their master is only the Demon Lord. Even if a Demon General comes, he might not get much attention from them. At most, they will show him respect on the surface.
As for Ji Mofan, a righteous cultivator who was powerless, the reason he didn't take advantage of the situation was because they were unsure of the Demon Lord's current attitude.
There have been many precedents of people angering the ruler and being half-dead and thrown out.
Countless people are even secretly speculating about how long their lord will keep this righteous path around.
Ji Mofan was completely unaware of this, and he casually strolled through Xiao Wangyan's Demon Palace.
In the vast palace, apart from the serving maids and the guards scattered throughout, there was no one else. Even outside the main hall, there was not a single place that looked like the master's residence.
Has Xiao Wangyan been living alone all these years?
Doesn't seem right? Someone who's always looking for fun, wouldn't take on a few apprentices and keep a few beautiful concubines as playthings?
It felt completely out of character for him, but Ji Mofan couldn't find anyone in the Demon Palace with an unusual status.
Whether he tried to talk to the maid or ask the guards to let him out, all his attempts were in vain.
Ji Mofan felt that Xiao Wangyan probably wanted to keep him locked up here and bored to death.
When boredom sets in, one naturally places Xiao Wangyan, the only person who can talk to them, in a different position than others.
...No, how could a demon lord who is at least four figures in age play such childish tricks with him?
Who made him think that if no one pays attention to him, he'll have nothing to do?
Is there nowhere else to find information?
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