Xihe left completely bewildered.
Ji Mofan sat alone in the room for a while, finished the tea in his cup, and then suddenly got up and opened his door.
Chen Xing was waiting quietly at the door. When she heard the door open, she bowed to him.
"Where are my friends now?" With the Immortal Locking Chain still attached to his body, and unable to use his spiritual power, Ji Mofan asked Chen Xing directly to save time.
"His Majesty has arranged for those righteous fellow cultivators to stay in the west wing," Chen Xing replied.
With guidance, Ji Mofan no longer needed to wander around aimlessly like a headless fly when looking for someone.
However, when he went out again, he clearly sensed that the atmosphere in the Demon Palace was a bit off.
The maids and guards who used to treat him like air now bowed their heads and greeted him as they passed by, and some even boldly addressed him as "Your Majesty."
Jimo Fan: ...?
Forget it, let's just pretend we didn't hear it. Anyway, once we get back to the cultivation world, not many people will know about these embarrassing dark histories.
Upon entering the west wing where guests were being accommodated, Ji Mofan saw a person standing quietly under a tree, looking up as if admiring the flowers.
The plants in the Demon Realm are affected by demonic energy, and many species, despite being similar, exhibit completely different forms.
For example, this peach tree has branches that grow in a winding, knotted manner, and the flowers are a deeper, darker color, much like the contrast between demonic energy and spiritual energy.
...And why are peach blossoms still blooming this season?
"I thought I wouldn't see you until at least tomorrow." The person under the tree turned around, and the silk ribbon binding her hair swayed gently, shimmering in the soft light.
Li Jinchu always dressed very expensively, no matter the occasion.
"You're starting to resemble Fang Xian more and more," Ji Mofan said, somewhat helplessly at his teasing.
Young Master Li was a little better than Fang Xian; at least he didn't explicitly mention anything about getting in and out of bed.
“I’ve practically watched him grow up.” Li Jinchu chuckled, not pressing Ji Mofan on why he mentioned Fang Xian.
"So? When are you planning to go back?" He walked closer, and the petals that had landed on his shoulder slowly drifted to the ground.
"I will definitely go back before the Dao Asks the Questions Conference," Ji Mo Fan said.
"Where is Li Geyue now?" Li Jinchu asked again.
“If you are looking for him, I can bring him to you immediately,” Ji Mofan said.
Li Jinchu raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. "You've even lost your spiritual power, how can you still contact him?"
Just now in the main hall, no one could tell whether Ji Mofan was really injured. The Immortal Locking Chain can not only seal spiritual power, but also make it impossible for people to see how much cultivation he has.
"Who said I was going to use spiritual power to contact him?" Ji Mofan asked back.
Even so, Li Jinchu clearly saw something.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have immediately asked him when he would return to the cultivation world, and they wouldn't have remained indifferent when he gave the answer of the Dao Inquiry Conference.
After all, if the matter of the Spirit Dispersing Pill is true, then if Ji Mofan goes to the arena of the Dao Inquiry Tournament again, he will only be humiliating himself.
No one will pity the former prodigy who has fallen from grace; all that will fall upon him is mockery and malice.
These are things that Jimo Fan had experienced in his previous life.
This time, he certainly wouldn't let himself repeat the same mistake.
Li Jinchu did not press him for details about his method. "If you have a way, that would be best. The purpose of my bringing people to the Demon Realm this time is to bring back the body of the traitor Li Geyue, or other evidence that can prove that he is dead."
"It's a pity that the soul lamp he left in your Yun Cang Sword Sect has been removed, otherwise we could have checked his condition."
Ji Mo Fan lowered his eyes and took out a small pottery jar from his sleeve.
The mother Gu of the Zhongqing Gu slowly crawled out of the open mouth of the small jar. The black insect was no bigger than a fingernail and stayed obediently on Ji Mofan's fingertip.
Li Jinchu rarely showed a surprised expression. "You planted a Gu worm in him?"
"He harbored evil intentions towards me, so I'm just retaliating in kind." Ji Mofan gently flicked the small insect in his hand with his fingertips.
“Let’s go, meet outside,” he said. “My junior brother probably can’t easily enter the Demon Palace now.”
Last time, Xihe used his power to heavily strike Li Geyue, and Ji Mofan was unclear about his specific motives.
However, whether it was that inexplicable possessiveness towards him or a fleeting interest in helping him vent his anger, Li Geyue found it inconvenient to appear in front of him again.
At this moment, the Demon Lord's soul should still be recovering, and Xihe cannot control what he does outside.
Li Jinchu didn't ask why Ji Mofan, who had just been squeezed like a chick by the Demon Lord, could now freely enter and leave the Demon Palace. He had somehow acquired a folding fan and was gently waving it in front of her.
“Lead the way,” he said.
Ji Mo Fan found a relatively secluded restaurant in the city.
It was nearing dusk, just dinnertime. Although there weren't many transient people in the main city, the demonic cultivators who could reside there permanently were all extraordinary individuals. The teahouses and restaurants in the city center were all bustling with noise, making them unsuitable places for conversation.
After Li Jinchu sat down, she stared at the black bird that had been following Ji Mofan.
“I’ve been wanting to ask this for a while now,” he said, “why is there such a… hen in the Demon Palace?”
When did you develop a hobby of keeping these things?
“It’s not a hen.” Ji Mofan casually tossed another spirit stone to feed it. “It’s a demonic beast, the Xuan Bird.”
Watching the seemingly ordinary hen easily crush the hard spirit stone with its beak, Li Jinchu shut his mouth.
The two did not have to wait long before Li Geyue appeared.
After only a few days, he looked noticeably more haggard than before, and even had several new wounds on his body, which were wrapped in gauze and slightly bleeding.
He greeted the senior brother as soon as he entered the door, and then he noticed who was sitting opposite Ji Mofan.
His already pale complexion turned even paler. He stopped in his tracks, his entire body, down to the last hair, radiating resistance. He just wanted to turn around and run away immediately.
"What's wrong, Ge Yue? You're like a mouse seeing a cat when you see your older brother." Li Jin Chu seemed to always be so kind and gentle to everyone. At this moment, he chuckled and beckoned Li Ge Yue to come forward quickly.
Li Geyue's shoes seemed to be glued to the ground; she tried to move her legs several times but couldn't actually take a step.
"Senior Brother..." He looked to Ji Mofan for help.
"Come here and sit down." Ji Mofan completely ignored his difficulties, only glancing at him lightly before quickly looking away.
Li Geyue's pupils went blank for a moment.
The eldest brother looked at him like that again...
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