The little demonic cultivator looked down at his painting.
With just a few strokes, a light and graceful human figure is outlined. The strokes are simple, yet the characteristics are captured quite accurately.
The painting depicts a portrait of a person from Jimo.
“Brother, this is a righteous cultivator who suddenly appeared in the Demon Realm some time ago.” The little demon cultivator pushed up his bamboo hat. “He was sent to the Demon Palace just in time for our Venerable One’s birthday celebration.”
“Our lord must have liked him quite a bit, considering he turned him into a corpse and threw him out the very next day.”
The unfamiliar righteous person opposite seemed to chuckle softly.
"You're doing so badly," he seemed to mutter to himself.
The young demonic cultivator asked with some confusion, "Big brother, did you come to Southern Xinjiang to find him?"
"Then I advise you to give up this dangerous idea as soon as possible. None of the righteous people who were taken away by the Venerable One have ever left the Demon Palace alive. At most, it's just a matter of whether they die sooner or later."
"Who said I came to see him?" The righteous cultivator, who was wrapped up tightly, casually flicked the silver ingot in front of him, and it splattered into the little demon cultivator's arms.
"I just wanted to come and look around your demon realm. Look at this huge pile of maps you have, do you know the terrain very well?"
"Is one tael of silver enough to hire you as a tour guide?"
The little demonic cultivator hesitated.
Looking at the large pile of portraits in his hands, he thought to himself that he had originally planned to sell some paintings here to earn some extra money.
After all, the Venerable One was so interested in a righteous cultivator and kept him in the Demon Palace for so long. Now, all the demon cultivators are very curious about what kind of furnace he is. Even their famous Venerable One, who can change his mind as easily as turning the pages of a book, can maintain his interest in him for so long.
Before entering the Demon Palace, Ji Mo Fan always wore a bamboo hat, so no one knew who he was.
As one of the few people who had seen his face, the little demonic cultivator naturally wouldn't let go of this business opportunity.
Just as he hesitated, the righteous man in front of him threw him several large, shiny silver ingots.
"Enough! Enough!" He slammed his hand on the table, sweeping everything on it into his Qiankun bag, his face beaming with joy. "I, Miao Miao, will definitely show Big Brother a lot of fun!"
Yes, the person who was just thinking about how to make money with Jimo Fan was the demonic cultivator Miao Miao who had guided him and Li Geyue.
After sending Ji Mofan inside, Li Geyue went off to do something else. The birthday celebration ended and the main city closed immediately. Miao Miao couldn't stay in the vicinity for long. After wandering around for a day and not seeing anyone throwing out corpses, she left on her own.
His base of operations is in southern Xinjiang, so naturally he returned to continue his small business.
Although it's not good to pry into a guest's privacy, he was still somewhat curious about who this righteous man who had paid him to show him around was.
His head was wrapped in a dark cloth, leaving only his eyes visible. Judging from his figure and the strength he displayed, he seemed to be a young and powerful righteous cultivator, just like Ji Mofan.
It seems he knows Ji Mo Fan.
Miao Miao pondered to himself.
But this person stubbornly insisted that he didn't come to find Ji Mo Fan...
He still led the people to the road leading to the main city.
*
Fang Xian felt like he was going to suffocate from all those layers of cloth strips.
But he couldn't untie it because their chief, Ling Yihan, had written sealing runes all over it.
She said she wouldn't let him leave the gate of Changfeng Valley unless he was wrapped up like this.
Fang Xian rarely felt resentful that he hadn't managed to secure a more powerful position.
But he also understood Ling Yihan's concerns. Changfeng Valley had already fallen out of the ranks of the top five sects. If they couldn't redeem themselves and regain their former status at the next Dao Asking Conference, the resources of the cultivation world would only be tilted towards them even less.
In the secret realms that have been opened in recent years, the number of spots they have obtained has consistently been less than that of the Yun Cang Sword Sect. Their disciples cannot get better training, and the sect cannot obtain more benefits, which only creates a vicious cycle.
As Fang Xian is a potential champion in the next tournament, Ling Yihan was already being quite lenient by letting him go out and cause trouble. There is absolutely no way he would allow him to do anything that would disgrace the sect.
During the preparations for Ji Mofan's Dao Couple Ceremony some time ago, several romantic tales involving him inexplicably circulated in the cultivation world, and Ling Yihan wouldn't even let him leave the house during that period.
Unlike the rumors that circulated about him and Li Jinchu a few years ago, neither of them had a Daoist partner at that time, and anyone could see that the rumor was just for fun.
But this time, if they cause any trouble at Jimo Fan's Dao Couple Ceremony, Changfeng Valley may not be able to reverse the rumors.
If they were discovered to have chased them to the Demon Realm, who knows what those writers who jump to conclusions would do next.
He himself was not happy to be the butt of jokes.
Before leaving, he also smuggled a magical artifact from the sect's warehouse that could conceal his true strength.
In the southern borderlands, he could freely release his spiritual energy, but once he truly entered the demon realm, he had no choice but to obediently hide his thorns.
Moreover, Fang Xian was not lying when he said he didn't come to find Ji Mofan.
He just wanted to watch the excitement.
If Ji Mofan really could get himself killed so easily, he would just laugh a few times and then turn around and leave.
There were others who were more anxious to find Ji Mofan than Fang Xuan, a man with nothing better to do. After all, on the day the Dao Couple Ceremony ended, several cities around the Yun Cang Sword Sect had already been turned upside down.
Unfortunately, nothing was found. Neither the remnants of Li Geyue's demonic energy nor the clues left behind by Ji Mofan.
Fang Xian arrived in Southern Xinjiang before the others, just afraid of missing out on the excitement.
Even if others couldn't think of the Demon Realm, Li Jinchu would definitely guess in that direction; it was only a matter of time before they came.
Just as Fang Xuan was strolling halfway with Miao Miao, they were almost run head-on by a group of demon generals leading demon soldiers on the official road.
If they were to encounter each other at close range, Fang Xian's identity as a righteous cultivator would likely be exposed.
Fortunately, Fang Xian reacted quickly enough, and Miao Miao was familiar enough with the surrounding terrain. The two of them hid in an underwater cave and pretended to be fish passing by in the water.
"Strange, I remember that generals usually stay inside the city and don't bring people out." After the two of them climbed out of the river, soaking wet, Miao Miao muttered to himself as he shook off the water droplets.
Fang Xian touched the brim of his hat and casually cast a spell on the little demon cultivator to dry him. "How far is this place from your main city?"
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