“Master, I address you as Master because I am grateful for your life-saving grace back then.” Ji Mofan raised his head, his gaze sweeping coldly over Shen Yun in front of him.
“But I am, after all, the chief disciple of the Yun Cang Sword Sect. Logically speaking, apart from the old sect master who is currently in seclusion, no one can use the word ‘command’ on me.”
"Master, could it be that you're coveting the position of sect leader?"
"Nonsense!" Shen Yun abruptly flicked his sleeve, his face extremely ugly.
"I think you're delirious from illness!"
Even if there were only four of them in the room, even if they were facing two true disciples and a young sect leader who posed almost no threat to the sect leader's position, Ji Mofan's words were still too outrageous.
Ji Mofan smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
He didn't care who wanted the position of sect leader, since he didn't even want to stay in the Yuncang Sword Sect.
After the old sect leader ascends to heaven or perishes, he will surely have found a way to stay far away from these leeches that only suck people's flesh and blood.
What business is it of his who becomes the sect leader?
The flattery was just meant to annoy Shen Yun.
He hadn't encountered many kind people in the Yuncang Sword Sect before, just as he hadn't eaten many delicious foods before, so he could choose to abstain from grains without any burden.
But now that he's had good food, he knows what normal interpersonal relationships should be like.
Once the heart flies away, it can never be put back in its cage.
Originally, he could have been more patient and put on a good show, at least before leaving the Yuncang Sword Sect, to avoid causing any more unnecessary trouble.
But today, all he heard was that group of people making a racket and buzzing in the main hall, and then Li Geyue came to provoke him again.
He couldn't control his temper and vented it all at once, when suddenly he felt something loosen up.
What was it? He didn't know, but he always felt that if he kept holding back, that loosened thing would fall back into place.
"Master, I'm quite lucid now." Thinking of this, Ji Mofan looked up at Shen Yun and smiled.
"Don't worry about me. I just heard everyone discussing this in the main hall at the recruitment conference in a few days, and it seems that you've been put in charge of it, right?"
"You should go back and prepare properly."
Shen Yun's fingers trembled with anger.
Is this still the same Ji Mo Fan who doesn't care about how he is treated?
What exactly happened to him during those days in Changfeng Valley?
"Senior Brother, how could you speak to Elder Shen like that? He is, after all, your master." Qi Fengyu stepped forward and rebuked him, clearly disapproving.
"Besides, it is precisely because of Senior Brother's health condition that Elder Shen will be presiding over the upcoming welcoming ceremony in his place. Senior Brother should be thanking Elder Shen."
Ji Mofan remained unmoved, showing no remorse whatsoever for Qi Fengyu's words.
"If I remember correctly, before I, Ji Mofan, became the chief of the Yun Cang Sword Sect, the annual recruitment conference was handled by the elders in turns, right?" He felt tired in front of this group of people, so he simply leaned back on the bed frame casually.
"But ever since I took over the chief position, this job has inexplicably become my sole responsibility. Shouldn't the elders be thanking me for taking on work that isn't theirs?"
"This..." Qi Fengyu was speechless for a moment.
Indeed, as he said.
When the sect leader is present, the chief disciple holds a position equivalent to an elder. However, if the sect leader is absent, the chief disciple becomes the sect leader's de facto representative.
No sect, regardless of its affiliation, has ever allowed its leader to be solely responsible for the recruitment event.
The Yuncang Sword Sect had elected a chief in the past, but none of them had ever shouldered so many heavy responsibilities as Ji Mofan.
Looking at the various expressions on the faces of the people in front of him, Ji Mofan couldn't help but let out a mocking smile.
See? They all know perfectly well that the injustices they, as the chief, have suffered are unjust accusations that should never have been leveled at them.
But everyone pretended to be deaf and dumb, refusing to listen, see, or speak, accepting his sacrifices with a clear conscience. What's more, when he refused to continue being a stepping stone, they became angry and resentful and accused him instead.
How ridiculous.
"Then you should rest and recover in your own courtyard. You don't need to come to the recruitment meeting." Shen Yun flicked his sleeve one last time, turned around and stepped out of Ji Mofan's room.
"Xiao Yu, Ge Yue, follow me to the main peak."
"It's Master..."
"Elder Shen, please don't be angry."
Annoying noises came out one after another, and Ji Mofan slammed the door shut behind them without any mercy.
Hearing Shen Yun's footsteps, which were so loud they were disordered with anger, Ji Mo Fan felt as if all the meridians in his body were flowing smoothly.
With no one around, he no longer needed to feign illness. He casually picked up the sword lying to the side and simply got up to go to the bamboo grove outside his house.
The blade flashed as it was drawn, slicing through the desolate air.
The sword energy was chilling; upon contact with moisture in the air, it quickly condensed into tiny ice crystals that adhered to the iron sword in his hand.
With a series of whooshing sounds, Ji Mofan practiced the Yun Cang Sword Technique from the first to the ninth level before sheathing his sword with satisfaction and finding a rock in the bamboo forest to sit down and rest.
Having used Fang Xian's Heavenly Remnant Seal, he suddenly felt disgusted with the iron sword in his hand that had been with him for more than ten years.
Fortunately, this iron sword doesn't possess any spirituality, otherwise it would probably be heartbroken to know that its master dislikes it for being useless.
After a moment of contemplation in the bamboo forest, Ji Mofan suddenly stood up. He channeled his spiritual energy and mounted his flying sword, heading towards the burial mound of the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
As the name suggests, a burial mound is a place specifically for storing unclaimed weapons.
Originally just an ordinary mountain valley, it was later covered with a spirit-gathering formation by one of the ancestors of the Yuncang Sword Sect.
Any weapon with a spirit that is thrown into this place will be absorbed by the formation and unable to move.
Unless someone is willing to form a contract with them and recognize them as masters, the weapons can rely on the master's spiritual power to break free from the control of the spirit-gathering array.
Ji Mo Fan came here because he suddenly remembered that when he was exploring a secret realm before, he encountered the legacy left behind by a senior whose attribute happened to be ice spirit root.
He overcame numerous obstacles to reach the deepest part of the cave, where he obtained a wisp of spiritual power, some magical treasures, and spirit stones left behind by his predecessor.
Apart from the spiritual energy that he had absorbed into his spiritual platform and could not take out, he handed over everything else.
One of them was a sword.
The reason why Ji Mo Fan only suddenly remembered it so late was because he had submitted so many opportunities and valuable tools in the past.
He never intended to possess these things, and naturally, he didn't remember exactly what they were.
The reason he suddenly remembered this was because he recalled the feeling of elation he vaguely sensed from the sword when he held Fang Xian's Heavenly Remnant Seal in the secret realm.
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