“Because… that would be so boring.” Xiao Wangyan spread his hands, responding to Ji Mofan’s question.
"If the defenses are too tight, those who want to ambush me will not be able to find a way in, and then I will be too bored."
Ji Mofan couldn't control his eyebrows, which flew several degrees higher.
The reason sounds absurd, but upon closer inspection, given that the subject is Xiao Wangyan, it doesn't seem so hard to understand.
After all, the Demon Lord is a person who is quite difficult to understand.
For example, the day before, they might have coerced or bribed him to wear clothes that looked indecent, but today when he actually wore them, he became unhappy.
I don't know how to serve them properly. No wonder the maids in the Demon Palace are so cautious and rarely show their emotions.
But there's nothing we can do; he's the Demon Lord, and if he's unhappy, the entire Demon Realm can tremble.
Ji Mofan remained silent, while Xiao Wangyan seemed to finally remember why he had brought him back.
He glanced at the open wardrobe beside him, his gaze sweeping over the clothes with only a few pieces of fabric, before finally settling on Ji Mofan sitting on the bed.
In the end, he reached out and unlocked the Immortal-Locking Chain.
"Hurry up and change into some normal clothes," he said. "You look awful dressed like this."
She's showing off her legs, but who is she trying to impress? Her back and waist are completely exposed. Shouldn't this be considered improper behavior in the cultivation world?
What's going on with this Jimo Fan? Is he really the son of those old-fashioned people?
The spiritual energy within his body flowed freely once again.
Ji Mo Fan subconsciously regulated his breathing for a full cycle before letting out a sigh of relief and slowly taking out his Qiankun bag.
"Does the Demon Lord want to see me change clothes?" He casually picked up a piece of clothing and held it in his hand, glancing up at Xiao Wangyan, who was still standing in the same spot.
Xiao Wangyan blinked. "What's wrong? Is there something on you that I can't see?"
"You can't look, get out." Ji Mofan bluntly told him to leave.
Whether it was because he had really scared Xiao Wangyan by using the extraction of immortal bones as a bargaining chip last time, this person actually just pursed his lips and took a step as instructed. After going out, he even sent a wisp of demonic energy to close the door for him.
With his divine sense spread out, Ji Mofan could tell that Xiao Wangyan had not gone far.
Fortunately, he was worried that Xiao Wangyan would be uneasy about him after he unlocked the Immortal-Locking Chains and was prepared to keep a close watch on him.
In that case, it wouldn't be a big deal for her to change clothes in front of him. He didn't feel like he was losing out much; he was just a little uncomfortable.
But it was certainly a good thing that he went out, and Ji Mofan took the opportunity to take out a stack of talismans from his Qiankun bag.
This item was created with the spiritual power of the talisman cultivator, so it doesn't require any extra effort to activate, making it more suitable for his situation where he was trapped by the Immortal Locking Chain and his spiritual energy was blocked.
Entering the Demon Palace completely defenseless, he certainly had no reason not to bring any trump cards with him.
Xiao Wangyan stood under the corridor for a while, and out of boredom, he picked up a leaf from the honeysuckle next to him.
I casually picked a small fruit that was growing on it and popped it into my mouth.
Then he was so bitter that he stuck out his tongue and spat for a long time.
Tsk, bad luck again, didn't pick any ripe fruit.
The door next to them creaked.
His vision was so blurred by the bitter taste that he blinked several times before he could see the scene in front of him clearly.
Ji Mofan changed into a light blue wide-sleeved robe, the cuffs fluttering lightly as he walked, the waist belt adorned with bright gold, and only a few clusters of light blue snowflakes embroidered on the hem.
It looks much more pleasing than those brightly colored and exaggerated clothes I was wearing earlier.
Xiao Wangyan secretly wondered if he should ask someone to order a few more similar clothes for Ji Mofan, so that he could change into them one by one and see the new, beautiful child every day.
The Demon Lord subconsciously treats Ji Mo Fan, who was sent up by his followers, as a little pet.
Ji Mofan has now become quite accustomed to Xiao Wangyan's scrutinizing gaze.
Simply put, anyone forced to walk around in public wearing ugly clothes will inevitably have their tolerance level rise.
The Demon Lord, who should be busy managing the entire Demon Realm, has been inexplicably wasting a lot of time around Ji Mofan these past two days. Ji Mofan was about to ask what he was up to, but before he could even speak, he felt that familiar pulling force around his waist again.
...Fine, fine, so you really won't give him even a second more, huh?
The metal chains collided with each other, producing a soft, tinkling sound.
"Are you really not going to consider it?" Xiao Wangyan held a branch of honeysuckle in his hand, slowly walked up to Ji Mofan, and casually tucked it into his hair.
"When I said I wanted you to be the Demon Queen of this Demon Realm, I meant it."
"You cultivated so diligently in the cultivation world, became famous at the Dao Inquiry Conference, and served as the sect's chief disciple for several years. Wasn't it all for the ultimate goal of becoming the person at the very top?"
The red fruits, like the jewels inlaid on a woman's hair ornaments, looked exquisite against her black hair.
"As long as you agree, all the hardships along the way can be skipped, and you can reach the seemingly unreachable destination in one step."
Upon hearing this, Ji Mofan merely lifted his eyelids slightly and said, "I thought I had been straightforward enough in my rejection last time."
"Demon Lord, it's futile for you to ask me ten more times. I will not have any dealings with demonic cultivators."
While demonic energy and spiritual energy are mutually reinforcing, they are also mutually destructive. Even if he truly aspires to become the supreme ruler, he will ultimately be unable to preserve this spiritual power.
The inner demon will grow stronger under the instigation of the demonic energy, until it becomes so strong that it cannot be suppressed by his willpower and spiritual power, thus seizing his mind and turning him into someone like Li Geyue.
Since embarking on the path of immortality, Ji Mofan's Dao heart has never changed.
He wanted to ascend to the Ninth Heaven and become a god.
Demonic cultivators cannot ascend to immortality.
They may even have difficulty entering the cycle of reincarnation, and if they don't suffer endless torment in the underworld, they may not even be able to be reborn into the animal realm in their next life.
Many more will be trapped at the bottom of the River of Oblivion forever, unable to be reborn.
A beautiful honeysuckle branch was pulled from the hair, falling to the ground with a soft, almost inaudible sound. Two of the red berries fell off and rolled away into the distance along the cracks in the paving stones.
“This thing is too fragile,” Ji Mofan said. “It’s not suitable to wear while practicing swordsmanship.”
Xiao Wangyan didn't press the matter further this time. He seemed to be just going through the motions, asking him a question that was destined to go unanswered. Then he simply gave up and with a wave of his hand, the honeysuckle branch on the ground flew into the soil next to him.
"Speaking of sword practice, I've heard that almost every sect in the righteous path has its own complete set of sword manuals and mental techniques." He suddenly changed the subject, "Show me how you practice."
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