Miao Miao's attention was quickly drawn to a new problem, "At our speed, we should arrive in half a day at most. But brother, even if you go now, you won't be able to get into the city, will you?"
"I have a brilliant plan," Fang Xian said, shaking his finger.
The main city's defenses are actually quite lax, relying almost entirely on the Demon Lord's power.
So Fang Xian's so-called "brilliant plan" was very simple: sneak in while the guards weren't looking.
When Miao Miao found out, Yuan Yuan's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"Are all you righteous cultivators so reckless?" His voice cracked at the end of his sentence. "How come you're even more reckless than us demonic cultivators!"
Demonic cultivators can exhaust themselves for a trivial matter, just for a moment of pleasure.
But aren't righteous cultivators usually quite cautious?
Why are they both acting so unpredictably?
Fang Xian didn't give him any time to react. In a flash, he used his light footwork to head towards the city gate.
The average cultivation level of the guards in the main city is around the Golden Core stage. Only occasionally do a few demonic cultivators, such as squad leaders, possess the Nascent Soul stage. As long as you avoid those people, it is not difficult to find a gap and sneak into the city.
Miao Miao could only stay outside and stomp her feet in frustration.
Firstly, he didn't dare to sneak in, and secondly, his Foundation Establishment level strength was no match for the guards in the main city.
However, after her anxiety subsided, Miao Miao felt that something was off about her.
Why is he so anxious about a righteous cultivator he's only known for a few days?
Whether he lives or dies is no longer his concern; the other party paid him several ingots of silver for his guiding services, and the payment had already been made in advance.
Shaking her head, Miao Miao turned to leave.
As he walked, he took out his basket, preparing to continue selling his small commodities along the way.
He rummaged through his storage pouch and pulled out a large pile of parchment, but just then a gust of wind blew the paper pieces flying everywhere, and Miao Miao had to chase after them in a disheveled manner.
With a thud, a roll of parchment flew out, circled around, and then floated back and hit him in the face.
Miao Miao rubbed the tip of her nose in annoyance and bent down to pick up the things.
The finger paused suddenly as it was extended, and the fingertip curled up slightly.
The thin rope that was originally used to tie the object broke, and the portrait of Jimo that he had drawn by hand was now spread out in front of him.
...I hope that person is alright?
Although when introducing Ji Mo Fan to the unknown but generous righteous elder brother, Miao Miao was quite confident that Ji Mo Fan was definitely not dead.
But will he be tortured by the Venerable One in the Demon Palace?
Miao Miao frowned as she rolled up the parchment.
Forgive me, forgive me! How could he possibly have any objection to His Majesty's actions?
But I still hope his savior survives...
Miao Miao held no grudge at all for the danger she had faced at the hands of the Wolf Fang Gang because of Ji Mo Fan, whom she considered a "hot commodity."
It was he who took the initiative to pester those two to go to the main city together, and it was he who led people onto that dangerous road. Not only did Ji Mo Fan not blame him, but he was even willing to lend a hand to save a demonic cultivator who should have been his sworn enemy.
Miao Miao sighed, carrying a pile of parchment, and disappeared into the woods.
*
Since agreeing to help Xihe feed the little black bird, Ji Mofan has gained much more freedom in the main city.
The black bird is spiritual, so he was more willing to stay close to Ji Mo Fan, who constantly exuded spiritual energy.
In this way, the Immortal Locking Chain is completely retired here, and Xihe even allows Jimo Fan to wander around the main city with the Xuan Bird.
As long as he doesn't leave the city, he can do whatever he wants.
Compared to the day of the birthday celebration, the main city was much quieter.
However, this is relatively speaking, the shouts and calls of vendors from restaurants and eateries are still constant.
Ji Mofan walked down the street with the black bird. This time, he didn't wear a bamboo hat or hide his cultivation level. Along the way, he was not only avoided by people, but no one was willing to get close to him within three steps.
However, the hushed discussions kept getting into his ears.
"Do you see that? That's the furnace that His Majesty has been favoring lately."
"Besides being good-looking, what other advantages does she have? If you ask me, a female cultivator is still the best for a cultivation vessel..."
"You lustful devil! Bah! What do you know? That's a rising star of the righteous path, renowned for his talent. For His Excellency to keep him alive is nothing short of an insult to the cultivation world!"
"How come this little righteous cultivator still looks so calm and composed? In the past, several righteous cultivators who were captured basically couldn't last more than a few days before they died by severing their meridians in order to prove their Dao."
"Who knows what this righteous person is thinking? Maybe he also has some ulterior motives towards His Majesty? He's delusional, thinking he has a chance to rise to the top in one step."
"Our esteemed one is dignified, handsome and dashing; even a living being would be tempted by him."
"Alright, stop being so infatuated."
Ji Mofan pretended not to hear, and walked slowly without even disturbing his breathing.
The little black bird followed behind him, its short legs clattering along. Though its legs weren't long, it ran quite fast.
Every now and then, it can jump up and catch a spirit stone thrown by Ji Mofan in a rather difficult pose, chew it crunchily, and then flap its little wings and land slowly with a cool air, holding its head up with an expression waiting for praise.
Ji Mo Fan couldn't come up with any nice compliments for the creature, which was shaped like a large hen, so he could only bend down and gently pat its head.
The black bird flapped its small wings and ran forward happily.
Just as Ji Mofan was about to remind him not to run in circles, the unlucky little bird bumped into the kneecap of a passerby in front of him.
I was so dizzy that I walked around in the opposite direction twice before I came to my senses.
Ji Mofan picked up the baby bird, intending to apologize, but when he looked up, he realized that the person in front of him was an acquaintance.
No wonder, all the other demonic cultivators they encountered along the way would consciously avoid them. After all, although the Xuan Bird, which had eaten a lot of spirit stones, had not changed its appearance, its body was now filled with the spiritual energy that demonic cultivators hated the most.
This person was clearly standing here on purpose, waiting for them to stage an accident.
—He was the alchemist who was standing in line just ahead of Brother Chicken at the birthday party that day.
After some time apart, the dark circles under this person's eyes looked even heavier than before, and he looked incredibly gloomy, much like the evil spirits on the cover of a supernatural tale.
The black bird fluttered its little wings and ran behind Ji Mofan, hugging his leg.
"I didn't expect you to actually be accepted by the Venerable One that day." The alchemist looked Ji Mofan up and down, his gaze extremely unpleasant.
"It's a pity, I was just in need of a test subject for the experiment."
Ji Mo Fan frowned. "I heard that you not only concoct medicine men, but also use drugs to force them to remain conscious?"
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