Although Xiao Wangyan acted very convincingly, Ji Mofan still found it hard to believe that such a person would so confidently promise the position of Demon Queen to a righteous cultivator just because of his own feelings.
Even if it was just a matter of witty banter, the whole thing is just too baffling.
It should be noted that during the thousands of years of this Demon Lord's reign, although there were stories about furnaces and cauldrons circulating, he never brought a person of the level of a companion on any occasion.
Since a sudden change of heart is unlikely, it can only be aimed at something else behind him.
The chief disciple of Yuncang Sword Sect is a figure of great importance even among the five major sects.
If some ambiguous rumors were to spread about him, the cultivation world might hesitate to act against him because of him.
However, Xiao Wangyan's plan was completely wrong.
For the Yuncang Sword Sect, Ji Mofan was not someone they absolutely had to keep.
Even if he is someone who can take third place on the Heavenly Ranking in his first appearance at the Dao Inquiry Conference, if he gets involved with demonic cultivators, he will definitely be cut off cleanly and decisively.
Those people would never risk offending the entire cultivation world for his sake.
It's hard to say that Ji Mofan was completely without fault in this matter, after all, he was the one who elevated the Yunxiao Sword Sect, which was originally just a humble sect, to the position of one of the five major sects.
Those who are not virtuous enough to hold their positions will eventually run into trouble.
"Actually, our goals are not contradictory." Ji Mofan finally caught his breath and looked up at the other person.
"Your views are not aligned with those of the majority of people in the Demon Realm who advocate war, and I do not wish for another great war to break out, causing widespread suffering."
“I have leverage to cooperate with you, but before that—who exactly are you?”
"Why are you allowed to parade around in the city with the Demon Lord's face on your person?"
Xiao Wangyan stared at him and pondered for a long time.
Ji Mofan was well aware of his influence in the cultivation world. His words were just words to most cultivators; whether they listened or not depended on whether they truly pursued the path of ascension.
But he showed absolutely no guilt, slowly rubbing his neck while tilting his head and leisurely scrutinizing Xiao Wangyan in front of him.
"...I am His Excellency's disciple." After a long silence, the person opposite finally sighed, "Just call me Xihe."
Ji Mofan's eyes flickered involuntarily.
"Isn't there another one named Wang Shu?" he couldn't help but interrupt and ask first.
Given their connection to the demon realm, and the fact that the names Xihe and Wangshu represent the sun and moon respectively, it was hard for him not to make some connections.
“Wang Shu? Is that a person’s name? I’ve never heard of anyone with that name.” The person who called himself Xi He looked confused in front of him, and didn’t seem to be faking it.
Upon hearing this, Ji Mofan waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. I just think that the people in your Demon Palace have a rather interesting way of naming things. They're all taken from the stars in the sky."
The maid named Chenxing also took her name from the star closest to the sun.
"Go on, first tell me why the situation in the Demon Palace has become like this." Ji Mofan brought the topic back.
“Just as you deduced, our Lord has disappeared,” Xihe said. “Moreover, this did not happen recently. For more than ten years, he has always left the Demon Palace for long periods of time, and no one knows where he goes.”
"They didn't come back for a year or two after that, and the demon generals gradually started to complain. His Majesty found them annoying, but he couldn't fight them all at once, otherwise if he accidentally killed one, he would have to choose a new demon general, which would be even more troublesome."
"His Majesty left a wisp of his soul in me, so that when he was not around, I could impersonate him to confuse the situation and appease the demon generals."
Ji Mofan already felt that what the person playing "Xiao Wangyan" was doing was outrageous enough.
I never expected that the real person would be even better.
Imagine if that Supreme Venerable of the cultivation world also played this disappearing game, the next day the Xiaoling Sect would be so anxious that they would dig up the entire cultivation world.
The strong are an indispensable and unique force to any power.
“Then what you originally looked like…” Ji Mo Fan raised his finger and pointed at him.
Then he looked at the young man in front of him and nodded slightly. Wisps of demonic energy emanated from his body and enveloped his entire figure.
A moment later, the fog dissipated, and Xihe, who reappeared in front of Ji Mofan, had completely changed her appearance.
Although the clothes were the same, the figure and facial features had changed.
When he was known as "Xiao Wangyan," he was rather slender and well-proportioned. To use the adjectives often used by disciples who frequently read storybooks, he was the type who looked thin when dressed but had a muscular build when undressed.
If it weren't for the fact that he wore only an outer robe today, Ji Mofan wouldn't have realized that he had such a great physique.
But Xihe had a truly fit physique, with muscles bulging inside his original clothes.
The already somewhat improper outer robe, stretched out like this, made him look like he could be packed up and sent to the Never-Sleeping Street to work as a colleague of that Ms. Rankou.
She could definitely compete on the same stage as the most beautiful courtesan.
Unable to bear it any longer, Ji Mofan chose to ignore it, saying, "Please change into something more appropriate."
Xihe noticed his averted gaze and looked down at her own attire with some confusion. "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
He didn't expose his chest or breasts; he covered everything that needed to be covered.
And isn't this outfit even more virtuous of a man than the one Ji Mo Fan wore a couple of days ago?
"If you're not going to change, turn your back and talk to me." Ji Mofan still turned his head away from him, his tone already tinged with impatience.
In his view, Xihe's attire was disrespectful not only to his own body but also to the person he was talking to.
It's not an extraordinary situation, and their relationship isn't that close. It would be really strange to have a conversation under these circumstances.
I can't accept even a little bit of that.
Xihe stood there and remained in a stalemate with him for a while.
"Why do you despise me so much?" His voice was filled with gritted teeth. "It's one thing for His Majesty to say that I look like a plucked wild boar every day, but after all, he is handsome and unparalleled in the world, and no one else has ever dared to treat me like that."
Jimo Fan: ...?
What's wrong with this person? Why does their tone sound like they're accusing him of something wrong?
"Does that mean I have to like you for it to be normal?" He couldn't help but turn his head back and give him a thorough once-over.
Finally, the evaluation was given: "Your Demon Lord's description is indeed apt."
With his bronze skin and well-defined muscles, it would be difficult to accurately describe his physique using other animal names.
Xihe was speechless with anger.
He chuckled coldly twice, turned and stepped out of the room, slamming the door shut with his demonic energy.
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