Ji Mofan could only sigh, "At what specific point in time did he disappear?"
Xihe thought for a while, seemingly struggling to process the information, and began counting on her fingers, "Converting the Demon Calendar to your Celestial Calendar..."
He read out a number.
Ji Mo Fan's brow twitched violently upon hearing this.
It was twelve years ago.
It was also the most memorable year for him, both in his past and present lives...
That was the year he was picked up by Shen Yun and joined the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
Could it be a coincidence?
This was too absurd for Ji Mofan to even consider. But the timeframe of twelve years ago was extremely sensitive for him, and everything that happened before and after it was of great importance to him.
He wasn't initially so eager to learn about his background, after all, he had lived to be twenty without any relatives, and he was capable of ensuring that he wouldn't suffer in the future.
But Qi Yuan's old man's words, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed," stirred up his rebellious nature.
Cultivators are best at defying the heavens.
But... the Demon Lord? Could his background be related to the Demon Lord?
If it's true...
His mind was in turmoil, but Ji Mofan unconsciously tugged at the corner of his mouth almost imperceptibly.
Taking advantage of the trouble caused by Qi Fengyu and Li Geyue to make a trip to the Demon Realm was absolutely the right thing to do.
*
"Hello!"
Perhaps Ji Mofan had been lost in thought for too long, because Xi He waved her hand in front of him with obvious displeasure, "Twelve years ago, what did you discover?"
"It's nothing, just a coincidence. Something big happened to me that year too." Ji Mofan blinked, concealing the emotions in his eyes and leaving only a calm surface.
"But it has nothing to do with your Demon Lord. I was just a mortal child back then."
Although he hadn't sensed any malice from Xihe yet, Ji Mofan was used to solving problems independently.
In addition, they weren't very familiar with each other to begin with, and Xihe, unaware of the reason, could easily reveal her background to him, but Jimo Fan was unwilling to say too much.
There's no benefit to it.
Xihe readily accepted the reason he gave, and looked Ji Mofan up and down twice. "I think so too. But you're just a child, yet you dared to venture into the Demon Palace all by yourself."
"I really don't know whether to call you a newborn calf or just inexperienced."
Jimo Fan did not respond.
No matter how you evaluate him, Ji Mofan has always been someone who values his life but is not afraid of death.
If he were truly in a desperate situation where cutting off his own arm would offer a glimmer of hope, Ji Mofan would absolutely not hesitate to swing his sword at himself.
He had made similar choices countless times.
He absolutely had to make a trip to the Demon Realm, no matter when or when, otherwise his second life would have been in vain.
After the great war between immortals and demons, most of the living areas of mortals were placed under the jurisdiction of the cultivation world. The areas that were initially engulfed in war due to the provocation of demonic cultivators in the previous life were mostly towns of mortals.
As for cultivators, they are utterly powerless. To change their fate, one must not pin their hopes on the possibility of them rising up on their own.
That's not fair.
The way of Heaven gives everyone a different origin so that everyone can fulfill their respective roles. Otherwise, if everyone looked exactly the same, why would this vast world exist?
"Just consider it... something I did out of boredom," he mumbled at the end.
Xihe suddenly looked at him inexplicably and chuckled twice.
Receiving Ji Mofan's questioning gaze, he not only didn't stop, but even laughed twice more, "It's nothing, I just feel that the reason I'm inexplicably willing to listen to you is because a part of your personality is quite similar to the Venerable One."
Ji Mo Fan frowned as he processed his words, "...Does your Demon Lord also have nothing better to do than eat when he's full?"
What kind of filial son and grandson can utter such nonsense?
He had never cursed Shen Yun like that before; at most, he would make veiled criticisms.
...Probably not?
Before Xihe could even wipe the smile off her face, she heard those words and was so choked up that she coughed.
Ji Mo Fanting moved a little further away, looking disgusted.
Don't spit on him.
What kind of wild child is this? How did the Demon Lord raise him? He doesn't even know to hide his cough from people.
"By the way, didn't you take a hen from the demon cultivators of your kin at your birthday party last time?" Ji Mofan changed the subject. "I haven't seen it in the Demon Palace these past two days."
Did you stew it?
Xihe took a hard breath; a powerful cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage had almost choked to death on a mouthful of saliva.
"No, I'm not that greedy to eat ancient beasts." He wiped his face.
Ji Mofan looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What?"
Ancient mythical beast? The hen he saw in the hands of that most unusual chicken brother looked like just an ordinary domestic hen.
Seeing his expression, Xihe's eyes immediately shone with obvious superiority. "You don't understand, do you? You're just a kid. You have a lot to learn."
Jimo Fan: ......
"I humbly request your guidance, Master Xihe." He sighed.
I wonder who the real greenhorn is.
Xihe came up and tried to grab him and leave, but Ji Mofan ducked to avoid it.
Upon receiving his puzzled look, Ji Mofan raised his hand and summoned the Embracing Snow Sword.
“No need to trouble yourself, I can fly on my sword myself,” he said.
Xihe reluctantly withdrew her hand.
"As if I'd be happy to meddle in your business." He muttered to himself as he turned and walked out.
He didn't even look back after leaving the door. He quickly summoned his sword, stepped on it, and flew away in a flash, completely disregarding whether Ji Mofan behind him could keep up with his speed.
Ji Mofan closed his eyes briefly.
Ji Mo Fan took a deep breath.
You can't force demonic cultivators; they are inherently emotional. You have to coax and appease them to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
He rode his flying sword and chased after Xihe in the direction she had disappeared.
*
Xihe stopped alone at the back gate of the Demon Palace.
Looking back at where he came from, he saw nothing and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
Could it be that Xiao Zhengdao really hasn't kept up...?
Doesn't this count as him bullying the weak?
No, what did His Excellency teach us before? Whether it's bullying the weak or taking advantage of strength, a good fist is one that can win.
Even if you occupy the moral high ground, it's of no use if you can't win.
The pain of the injuries is felt only by oneself.
Thinking this way, the slight guilt that had inexplicably welled up in my heart just now vanished completely.
Just then, a ray of blue light appeared in the direction he was looking.
Ji Mofan's figure appeared from a corner of the sky formed by the eaves of the houses. He lightly flipped on the Embracing Snow Sword and landed steadily from mid-air.
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