The liquid was almost pure black, making it impossible to tell exactly what was in it. The person soaking inside had all their body hair shaved off, and the sight of their face, devoid of eyebrows, struggling to lift their eyes was utterly terrifying.
Despite being submerged in such murky water, the drug-doll's skin was whiter than paper, devoid of any color, creating a striking visual impact through the stark contrast.
His stomach started to protest almost instantly, and Ji Mofan had to use some spiritual power to suppress the discomfort.
The values that had been largely regulated are now being shaken again.
Should demonic cultivators really not exist at all?
In the Demon Realm, this kind of thing is only rejected, rather than completely hated?
Although there are many corrupt individuals in the cultivation world, at least everyone, whether willingly or unwillingly, maintains a facade of sanctity.
...Never mind, from this perspective, we're all human, so who's more noble than whom?
A glamorous exterior doesn't prevent a sordid underworld; at least the darkness in the demon realm is out in the open.
Frost gathered on the Snow Embracing Sword, and Ji Mo Fan suddenly raised his hand, shattering the huge medicine vat in front of him with a single strike.
"What are you doing!" The alchemist panicked and rushed over, trying to plug the broken part of the medicine vat with his own body.
Unfortunately, it was all in vain. The medicine leaked out completely from the crack, and the person immersed in it quickly lost their vitality. Their swollen body visibly shrank little by little, becoming covered with deep wrinkles like an old person.
The man lying in the potion struggled to turn his stiff neck, his bulging eyes staring straight in Ji Mofan's direction.
Judging from the shape of his lips, it seemed as if he was saying "thank you".
"I can provide you with any kind of medicine mannequin you want, why are you destroying my stuff!" The alchemist misunderstood Ji Mofan because of the other demonic cultivators' previous attitude towards the medicine mannequin. As soon as he finished speaking, the subsequent curses were completely stopped by the sound of the pottery shattering.
With a horizontal slash of icy sword energy, a row of earthenware urns shattered instantly.
The stench of blood and the bitter smell of medicine in the air intensified instantly. Seeing the righteous man in front of him frowning, the alchemist casually performed another set of sword techniques, blowing away all the smells in his cellar.
"...It stinks! The smell has seeped into the walls."
He heard the righteous man mutter something under his breath.
A bad feeling spread rapidly in his heart. He didn't care about the half-finished medicines in the room or the other stored medicines. He got up from the ground and wanted to rush out the door.
— Ji Mo Fan didn't give him that chance.
The sword flashed with extraordinary speed, followed by a groaning creaking sound from the walls. Ash and wood chips fell in a flurry, burying all traces of what had once been inside the room.
A figure flashed across the ruins. Ji Mofan landed lightly, looking down at the blood-stained bricks at his feet in silence.
"You can't kill them all by yourself."
A voice suddenly came from not far away.
Ji Mofan didn't even raise his head. With a whoosh, the Embracing Snow Sword flew back into its sheath. He took a deep breath. "Killing one means one less to kill. It's not all for nothing."
"And you? And why are you here?" Her eyes slowly rolled around, her pupils reflecting the figure approaching.
"...Little Wu?"
The newcomer waved his hand dismissively, "Just call me Sheng Xi, you know who I am."
"It seems I wasn't mistaken about your Black God Sword." Ji Mo Fan looked at him, but didn't rush to his side. "But why are you like this now... covered in demonic energy?"
Seeing Ji Mofan's wariness, Sheng Xi shrugged helplessly and stopped three steps away from him, a distance that was convenient for conversation but also safe enough.
"It's a long story, but at least I chose to become a demon." He laughed. "The disciples of Chaoming Palace are different from your Yuncang Sword Sect. They can even force people to become demons."
"How is your junior brother doing?"
Ji Mo Fan frowned slightly. "You're quite well-informed."
Even Xihe didn't recognize Li Geyue, otherwise she wouldn't have shown no reaction in front of Ji Mofan and been completely fooled by the story he made up.
The others in the Demon Realm didn't even give Li Geyue a second glance when they saw her completely undisguised; they were most likely completely unaware of what had happened in the cultivation world.
Sheng Xi was just a mercenary, and theoretically, operating in the heart of the Demon Realm, he should have no way of knowing about news from the cultivation world.
“I was ‘dead’ back then, not expelled from the sect. My disciple’s soul lamp is still kept in Chaoming Hall.” Sheng Xi pointed at him with a grin. “With your brain, no wonder you lost to me in the last Dao Asking Tournament. You’re too stupid.”
Jimo Fan: ......
He felt that his emotions had been quite stable most of the time since his rebirth, and he rarely felt the urge to punch someone.
That's the rare thing right now.
In particular, the man was slightly bent over when he spoke, deliberately looking at him from a superior angle, and every glance was full of malicious provocation.
“I initially thought it might be a misunderstanding that you were accused of being a pervert by the female cultivator that day.” Ji Mofan took a deep breath. “Now I think it must have happened.”
Sheng Xi's expression immediately turned extremely sour. "I just didn't want to make a big deal out of it!"
"It's turned into a tournament watched by the whole city, isn't that a big deal?" Ji Mofan tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.
“If it weren’t in the main city, we would have just killed them to cover it up.” Sheng Xi spoke of a human life as if it were nothing. “It’s only here, with the Demon Lord in charge, that we could have avoided the possibility of someone dying.”
Ji Mofan felt uncomfortable with his attitude, but hadn't thought of how to express it yet. Sheng Xi walked over and kicked the bricks scattered on the ground.
"Don't you remember that killing people indiscriminately is prohibited within the main city and that grudges must be settled in the arena?" Sheng Xi said.
Most people in the main city consciously abide by this rule, which is why the alchemists were completely unprepared for the sudden attack by Tang Su in Jimo Fan.
"Did I kill someone?" Ji Mofan put his hands in his sleeves as if it were none of his business. "Wasn't it his own house that was old and dilapidated and collapsed, crushing him to death?"
Sheng Xi looked at him for a while.
Suddenly, he squinted and smiled, "You're different from when you were at the Dao Asking Conference three years ago."
“Many people say that,” Ji Mofan shrugged.
Who could have imagined that rebirth would drag a soul from a year in the future back to this very moment?
Unfortunately, there were many things he hadn't experienced in his previous life. For example, his information about Sheng Xi only went as far as the funeral held for him by the Chaoming Palace. He had no clue as to why Sheng Xi was in the Demon Realm.
Sheng Xi herself didn't seem to want to go into details, so Ji Mo Fan could only suppress his curiosity for the time being.
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