Ji Mo Fan later questioned Fang Xuan seriously, and only then did he learn about this knowledge point that he did not know before.
So when he felt disgusted with the iron sword, he also remembered that among the magical artifacts he had handed over, there seemed to be one that had left a very deep impression on him.
"Senior Brother?" The junior disciple in charge of guarding the burial mound was somewhat surprised. "Why have you suddenly come here?"
He subconsciously looked Ji Mofan up, down, left, and right.
Weren't there rumors that the eldest brother was injured? Especially today, he even fainted in front of all the elders. Now that he's here, what kind of magical treasure can he possibly take out to put into the burial tomb?
"I suddenly remembered that when I submitted the magical artifacts to the Burial Mound last time, I accidentally slipped the peace charm that my master gave me inside." Ji Mo Fan coughed lightly, talking nonsense without batting an eye.
Even though he brought that magical artifact back with him, once it was handed over to the sect, it became the sect's property. If he wanted it, he would have to go through layers of review before he could obtain it.
He couldn't be bothered to read the faces of those old guys, so he simply made up an excuse to sneak in.
He could just act first and ask for permission later. Since the sword had already recognized its master, he figured the sect members wouldn't turn against him over such a small matter.
The current situation is that Yun Cang Sword Sect needs him, Ji Mo Fan, not the other way around.
Although he had just parted on bad terms with Shen Yun...
But what does it matter?
He might feel guilty for a few seconds for using Fang Xian as a shield, but using Shen Yun was something he deserved.
Anyway, Shen Yun himself couldn't possibly tell anyone that they had just had a fight.
After all, it would be shameful for him to argue with the eldest disciple, and it would also affect his status.
Originally, all the elders of the Yuncang Sword Sect had the same status, and everyone was ranked according to seniority. This had never been broken in all these years.
However, Ji Mofan emerged from Shen Yun's disciples, and Shen Yun suddenly rose to prominence as the master, becoming the most influential figure among the elders.
In order to maintain his position, even if he had to act, he would still pretend to have a close relationship with Ji Mofan in front of everyone.
As for Li Geyue, the child was just frightened by him, so he probably won't say anything more.
Qi Fengyu...
If he really tells anyone, then we'll see.
He was just a sick, weak, and wicked nobody.
Pulling himself back to reality, Ji Mofan looked at the hesitant expression on the young disciple guarding the gate and added another sentence.
“Elder Zhao was on duty that day. You can confirm anything with him,” he said.
The junior disciple's expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his hand to open the formation leading to the burial mound. "Such a small matter, there's no need to trouble Elder Zhao. But senior brother, I'll have to trouble you to hurry up."
"Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble." Ji Mofan smiled and then stepped inside.
Elder Zhao, who taught weapon forging, was just like the iron lump in his hand. He was an aloof and exceptionally cold-blooded figure, and none of his disciples were afraid of him.
As long as we bring him out, we won't have to worry about the junior disciple guarding the gate not giving him special treatment.
Jimo Fan has just discovered how effective it is to instill fear, and he's using it with great enthusiasm.
As soon as he entered the spirit-gathering array of the burial mound, Ji Mofan smelled a heavy, metallic odor.
Interestingly, he inexplicably found the smell not unpleasant. When he calmed down and focused on it, he could even faintly hear the spirit of the artifact resonating with his spiritual power.
"Why are you so happy?" Ji Mofan chuckled as he looked at the cauldron that had tumbled off the pile of weapons on its own.
“I can’t use you.” He brandished his iron sword. “See? I’m a sword cultivator.”
The cauldron rolled over and gently bumped against his calf, then bounced to the side due to its elasticity.
Ji Mofan always felt that he could hear sadness in that gurgling sound.
As soon as he said those words, he clearly sensed that the swords placed in the burial mound became excited. Several swords even actively lit up the remaining spiritual energy on their blades, trying to attract Ji Mofan's attention.
Fortunately, Ji Mofan sneaked in alone; otherwise, if others had seen this scene, things would have been quite different.
"Everyone, calm down." This was the first time Ji Mofan had encountered such a situation, and he was momentarily at a loss as to how to deal with it.
Although he had visited the burial mound before, he had mostly just stayed at the entrance and never gone inside.
It's rare to encounter so many spiritual artifacts at once.
"I want to find a sword called Embracing Snow." His head was spinning from the noise of a group of swords emitting their cries, and Ji Mofan tried to communicate with them.
If any cultivator skilled in artifact crafting saw this, they would probably be so shocked they'd drop their jaws.
The resonance technique, which many weapon cultivators strive to master their entire lives, was something that Ji Mofan, an outsider, managed to achieve by sheer accident.
It can be said that Ji Mofan had no idea how versatile his talent truly was.
Among the many swords that emitted a sword's cry, one sword, flashing with a faint, cold blue light, suddenly became extremely dazzling.
Like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, it does its best to show its most magnificent side.
"Aren't you afraid I'm here for revenge?" Ji Mo Fan was amused by the mere sword.
Now, let's get back to why he was so impressed with this Snow Embracing Sword.
Because when he sent this sword into the burial mound, his hand inexplicably slipped.
Unfortunately, the sword tip was pointing downwards, nearly severing two of his toes.
For several days after that, he could only walk by relying on his light-footed skills.
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