"The Demon Lord is utterly unreasonable!" Ning Weisheng roared.
"I never reason," Xihe surprisingly nodded in agreement. "You come to see me, yet you don't even understand my style? Are all people in the cultivation world this ridiculous?"
"Please, Demon Lord, don't take offense at us." After being scolded in parentheses by Xihe, Li Jinchu finally dared to speak.
He took a half step forward, shifting his gaze from Ji Mofan to Xi He's face. "We are here only to confirm the whereabouts of the missing persons, and have no intention of causing trouble for the Demon Lord."
"You little rascal, at least your words are somewhat palatable." Xihe nodded rather proudly.
"But you will not let this go so easily after you have offended me."
The oppressive demonic aura within the main hall had not dissipated, and at this moment, everyone could vaguely sense a killing intent that seemed to have solidified into reality emanating from it.
A chill ran down everyone's spine. Ning Weisheng gritted his teeth, unable to utter a word.
Ji Mo Fan sighed.
"Demon Lord." He had no choice but to speak, and the chain that Xihe was holding jingled crisply.
"If I stay, will you not make things difficult for my companions?"
Xihe clearly did not want to make enemies with the cultivation world.
But now he inexplicably displays a strong stance, clearly relying on Ji Mofan's presence, and he will never allow his fellow cultivators to perish in front of him.
Although Ji Mofan didn't want to care about the people in the Yuncang Sword Sect, every single one of them was an accomplice who caused him to fall into such a predicament in his previous life.
He was already being kind by not kicking someone when they were down. Apart from Lin Ju'an and Ning Weisheng, everyone else's eyes were filled with nothing but self-interest and a desire for fame.
These two, however, did not consider him innocent either.
However, the people that Li Jinchu brought had no grudges against him, and they were not originally there for Ji Mofan, so it was unfair for them to be dragged into this entanglement.
Some people can stand idly by and watch their crisis unfold, while others cannot.
Moreover, even disregarding personal motives and only considering self-interest, if these people were to die because of his pursuit of justice, Ji Mofan would find it difficult to return to the world of cultivation.
In the end, he will be seen as a sinner burdened by so many lives in the rumors.
Even if he agreed to Xihe's words, he wouldn't have much of a chance of survival. He would probably only be known as a despicable person who submitted to demonic cultivators to survive.
People would only think that Ji Mofan should have severed his meridians the moment he was captured by the demonic cultivators in order to ensure the purity of their cultivation world.
Xihe's few simple words brought him considerable trouble.
But there's nothing we can do; the Demon Lord has the power to act as he pleases.
If it weren't for the fear that Xihe might use some trump card if pushed too far, Ji Mofan really wanted to tell everyone that the fake Demon Lord in front of him was only at the Nascent Soul stage.
One Li Jinchu is enough to give him a hard time.
“That’s a good suggestion, we can consider it.” Xihe took the opportunity offered by Ji Mofan and reached out to touch his face with a flirtatious smile.
This time, Ji Mofan showed no mercy, turning his head to avoid his hand.
Xihe probably knew she was in the wrong, so she didn't reach out any further. Instead, she pitifully grabbed Ji Mofan's sleeve and gave him an apologetic look from an angle that no one else could see.
Ji Mofan was not comforted at all; he only felt disgusted.
They should have just agreed to release him from the beginning. They could have used him as leverage to negotiate with this group of people, even if they had asked for an exorbitant amount. Otherwise, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
These few small interactions, however, took on a different meaning in the eyes of others.
The guards who were relegated to the Demon Palace as background figures all felt their hearts start beating incredibly fast.
No way, no way? Has their venerable one, who has been single for thousands of years, finally arrived at the spring of his life?
Ning Weisheng, Li Jinchu, and the others didn't see it, but those of them guarding the Demon Palace witnessed firsthand how much the Venerable One indulged this little righteous cultivator.
It's almost like he's about to ride on my head and run wild.
but......
One of the bolder guards secretly glanced at the figure on the throne.
They certainly wouldn't dare to spy on His Majesty. Who knows what kind of relationship these two have when the door is closed in the room?
Look how spoiled he is, he even dares to glare at him.
"Senior Brother! You don't need to..." Ning Weisheng finally managed to catch his breath and try to speak.
As a result, his exit was interrupted halfway through. Xihe sent a burst of demonic energy over and pinned him to the ground, rendering him unable to make a sound.
Li Jinchu, standing behind, wanted to sigh and rub his forehead.
How exactly did Ji Mo Fan teach his fellow disciples in the sect?
Reckless, stubborn, and full of passion, yet bound by inflexible principles.
What's going on? He had met Ning Weisheng before, and he wasn't this stupid back then.
It seems that ever since he entered the Dark Abyss, he has inexplicably become strange.
“But your companion has offended me, and this matter cannot be let go so easily,” Xihe said to Jimo Fan.
Ji Mo Fan couldn't help but twitch his brow at his words.
Why is this person trying to emulate Ning Weisheng? What's wrong with his brain?
Xiao Wangyan clearly refers to himself as "the original self," so who is he referring to as "I" here?
My gaze unconsciously swept around, and unsurprisingly, I saw several bewildered faces.
Ji Mofan just wants to quit now, but one person after another is causing him trouble.
Fortunately, he didn't think too much about it and didn't notice that the emotions flashing in the eyes of many guards were more than just confusion.
Listen to this; even their revered one has changed his self-reference in front of this little righteous sect.
It seems that their days of addressing each other as "respected" are just around the corner.
Although there was some resentment about the fact that such a dignified lord had taken a liking to a mere righteous sect...
But so what? Even if His Majesty is wrong, his actions are still right!
"...What does the Demon Lord want?" After a moment of silence, Ji Mo Fan squeezed out these words from his throat.
"Eat this." Fortunately, Xihe only misspoke in that one sentence, and her words returned to normal. "Spirit Dispersing Pill. If you eat one, I will release one person."
Yes, that's normal, but it's normal based on Xiao Wangyan's situation.
Everyone present couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Ning Weisheng, in particular, was almost bursting with rage.
The Spirit Dispersing Pill, as the name suggests, is a poison specifically designed to target righteous cultivators.
One pill can render a person unable to use any spiritual power for an hour. For a Nascent Soul cultivator like Ji Mofan, at most ten pills would cause fundamental damage to his spiritual root, turning him into a cripple who could no longer cultivate.
There were twelve cultivators under control in the main hall. If Ji Mofan were to eat enough for everyone else and then let them go, it would be a path that would drive him to his death.
"Senior Brother, no!" Ning Weisheng watched as Ji Mofan reached out and took the small porcelain bottle that the Demon Lord handed to him.
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