The little puppet, which had just been extremely repulsed by the alchemist's demonic energy, now showed no displeasure at Sheng Xi's intrusion.
Regardless of whether Sheng Xi included lies in this account, it is an undeniable fact that he once knew this puppet.
Moreover, their relationship must be quite good.
"You fell into the demonic path, could it also be because of this puppet?" Ji Mofan pressed.
Chaoming Palace deliberately kept the news under wraps, and Ji Mofan was unaware of the specifics of Sheng Xi's journey to the Demon Realm. However, from the emotions displayed by the little puppet, he vaguely guessed something.
“Sometimes I think you have an amazing ability to empathize, and other times I think you’re a real idiot with an ice-based spiritual root.” Sheng Xi didn’t seem to be in a good mood, but her fighting spirit remained undiminished.
"If someone grew up with you and once saved your life, how can you remain indifferent if they suddenly disappear?"
Ji Mofan silently drew up a roster in his mind.
A person who meets both of these definitions... Shen Yun?
He would only think it was a good thing that Ji Mofan was gone, saving him the trouble of figuring out how to deal with it himself.
It has unjustly tarnished his path of cultivation.
Seeing his silence, Sheng Xi just pursed her lips and said, "What kind of chosen, ruthless holy body are you?"
Ji Mofan remained noncommittal, then turned his gaze to the tattered little puppet that could barely move. "What materials do you need to repair it? I have some that I can help you with."
After all, he had personally chopped them up. Although it was on the battlefield just now, where swords and spears have no eyes, Ji Mofan could not deny that he had some personal bias towards alchemists.
Otherwise, there would be no need to resort to this kind of venting-like fighting style.
The little puppet did indeed suffer a lot more because of him.
"No need for that. Give me that guy's storage bag; I should be able to find repair materials inside." Sheng Xi didn't blame Ji Mofan.
After all, if Ji Mofan hadn't suddenly gotten into a fight with the alchemist today, he probably wouldn't have been able to find any news about the little puppet.
It's a pity he wasn't familiar enough with the little puppet. He had actually seen the alchemist take out those severed hands and feet recently, and although he was somewhat concerned, he couldn't recognize that they were cut off from the little puppet.
Otherwise, they would have found an excuse to cause trouble for the alchemist long ago.
The drab, grayish-brown Qiankun bag traced an arc in the air. Sheng Xi reached out but disdainfully didn't even touch it with her own body. Instead, she used her demonic energy to lift a corner of it, barely managing to rummage through it. After finding a few repair materials, she threw it on the ground.
"He also hid a lot of good medicinal herbs. Keep them; you might need them in the future." Sheng Xi poked the Qiankun bag on the ground with her toe.
Ji Mo Fan wanted to shake his head and say there was no need.
However, he suddenly changed his mind before he could finish speaking, and nodded as if to acknowledge the situation.
Sheng Xi hurriedly left with the little puppet without even saying goodbye to Ji Mofan.
The sooner you repair a crafted artifact, the easier it is; otherwise, once the energy stored inside is lost, it will be troublesome to repair it.
Ji Mo Fan kicked the Qiankun bag under his feet.
He hadn't originally planned to keep these blood-stained medicinal herbs. Their quality wasn't good, and they were contaminated, so alchemists in the cultivation world wouldn't be willing to accept them.
If he kept it in the Demon Realm and sold it, he could only get gold and silver. He didn't lack these mundane things, and it was too much trouble.
However, Sheng Xi's words made him think a little more; these things were just right for him to practice with.
Since he impulsively used the alchemy cauldron that had been delivered to him to refine a pill once, Ji Mofan hasn't had time to continue studying the art of alchemy.
During his time in the Demon Realm, the spiritual energy was scarce, so his continued cultivation of swordsmanship would be difficult to improve, and he would only achieve half the results with twice the effort.
Why not try a different approach?
Although these medicinal herbs are tainted with blood and demonic energy, making the pills produced unsuitable for righteous cultivators, this only increases the difficulty of alchemy, so even if the pills are ruined in the end, there's no heartache.
That's one way the alchemist left behind some value.
Before cleaning the basement, Ji Mofan had searched the surrounding area with his divine sense. Apart from the few pottery urns he had broken, the alchemist had not hidden any other medicine figures.
It's likely that even if there were other successfully crafted medicine figures before, he probably sold them to buy more medicinal materials.
After all, he had been clamoring about being a "perfect medicine man," and his place of residence was so dilapidated, yet his medicinal herb reserves were quite complete.
People who are obsessed with something are all like this.
He found a piece of cloth to wrap the dirty Qiankun bag and put it away. Instead of leaving, Ji Mofan turned his gaze to another seemingly empty courtyard on the side of this courtyard.
“Aren’t you coming down from the roof?” he said.
As he finished speaking, a figure silently flew off, making no sound as its toes touched the pile of rubble.
The black bird was held in the arms of the newcomer. As soon as it landed, it clucked and flapped its poor little wings, flying towards Ji Mofan and patting the dust off the corner of his robe.
Ji Mo Fan casually tossed a spirit stone to the little black bird, watching it happily munch on the multicolored stone. Only then did he look up at the thing in front of him...
A person whose head is wrapped up like a mummy.
The cloth strips were wrapped tightly, leaving only a small gap for the eyes; not a single strand of hair was visible.
"Fang Xian, what kind of look is this?" Ji Mofan couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows.
"I'm so ugly, how did you recognize me?" Fang Xian's pretentious demeanor crumbled, and he bent over and sat down cross-legged on the ground.
“If you were to wrap Tian Canfeng up as well, I might not recognize him,” Ji Mofan said.
He couldn't break Fang Xian's spell in the crowd; he only sensed that Tian Can was sealed, even though Fang Xian had covered his appearance with something.
The sword had always been quite nice to Ji Mofan, and it remained unmoved even after Fang Xian complained several times and threatened to use it to skewer meat for barbecue.
"Why did you come alone?" Ji Mofan asked him.
"Who else are you hoping will come?" Fang Xuan rested his chin on his hand and tilted his head to look at him, but given that he was now sporting a head that was wrapped in strips of cloth and was a size larger than a normal person's, this posture was a bit tiring for his elbows.
After a short while, he switched to supporting it with both hands.
This look is so good that even the King of Heaven himself couldn't pull it off.
Fortunately, no one else recognized him.
"Your cheap master? The Daoist partner who built a grand hall but never even consummated the marriage? Or the outer disciple with the water spiritual root who is rumored to be deeply in love with you? Or that seemingly stupid... surnamed Ning?" He counted them one by one, and at the end, he curled his lips where Ji Mofan couldn't see.
"He's attracted quite a few people," he concluded.
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