Zhao Zhiliang came specifically to suggest that he go to the Burial Mound before the tournament, so that he would at least not use that broken iron sword to step onto the arena again.
However, he arrived at an inopportune time, as Qi Fengyu was also in his courtyard.
At that time, their Daoist couple ceremony was already in the preparation stage.
There was no high-ranking official in Jimo Fanshang, and Shen Yun, who should have taken his place, had long since found an excuse to ignore him.
Although the old sect leader of Qi Fengyu's side is still alive, he has been in seclusion for many years. In his previous life, he only made a brief appearance on the day of the grand ceremony.
The two newlyweds handled all the arrangements themselves.
Qi Fengyu was in poor health, so it was actually Ji Mofan's job all by himself.
He was so busy that he only vaguely heard Zhao Zhiliang's words.
Then Qi Fengyu immediately persuaded the man to leave, telling him to talk to her first if he had anything to say, as the senior brother was too busy to spare any time.
Later, he was indeed so busy that he forgot about it.
"We still need one more person's signature..." Looking at the three characters Zhao Zhiliang on the signature mark, Ji Mofan let out a long sigh, whether with a smile or a sigh, and put the order into his Qiankun bag.
Without much hesitation, he was definitely going to find Shen Yun.
Shen Yun was unwilling to openly break ties with him, and Ji Mofan also did not want to cause any more trouble for the time being.
After all, Shen Yun was his nominal master, and he couldn't hand over any evidence against himself, becoming someone who was disloyal, unjust, and a traitor to his master in the eyes of the world.
Even if they were to turn against each other, they should make it seem like Shen Yun was in the wrong, not Ji Mofan.
Upon arriving at Shen Yun's residence, Ji Mofan immediately sensed the presence of another person outside the door.
His sword speed slowed down, but his hesitation lasted only a moment before he jumped off the sword, pushed open the door without even knocking, and went inside.
The person who was with Shen Yun inside the hall was Qi Fengyu.
Ji Mo Fanxin said that it was exactly as he had expected.
What else could one guess about someone who could enter the inner sect of the Yuncang Sword Sect but had such a weak cultivation level, besides their sickly young sect leader?
"Xiao Fan, you've become increasingly outrageous lately." Shen Yun frowned subconsciously and reprimanded him.
“Master is the one who should be talking to Xiaoyu in broad daylight, behind closed doors?” Ji Mofan stood at the door, his expression obscured by the backlight, the shadows blurring his features, but his tone was as gentle as ever.
"Is there something you don't want me to hear?"
"Nonsense." Shen Yun was exhausted both physically and mentally by his eldest disciple's sudden change in temperament. He rubbed his forehead, wanting only to get rid of him quickly. "What brings you here?"
"Master, what are you saying? Can't I come to pay my respects if there's nothing wrong?" Ji Mo Fan deliberately said something to annoy Shen Yun's more troubled expression.
Just before Shen Yun could barely resist picking up the teacup and smashing it at his feet, he promptly took out the pre-prepared order and placed it in front of Shen Yun.
“Master, today I accidentally made a contract with a magic artifact at the burial mound. Although Elder Zhao did not reprimand me, he ordered me to complete the necessary procedures.” He said, “Master, all that’s missing is your approval.”
"Splash!"
Before Shen Yun could say anything, Qi Fengyu, who was standing next to him, reacted quite strongly and smashed the teacup in her hand.
"I'm sorry, my hand slipped..." Qi Fengyu pursed her lips and bent down to clean up the broken pieces on the ground.
"Don't touch it, you might prick your hand." Shen Yun subconsciously reached out to help.
“Master, please don’t be too worried about Xiaoyu.” Ji Mofan spoke up at this moment, “No matter how weak Xiaoyu is, she is still a Foundation Establishment cultivator. She won’t be hurt by a few pieces of broken porcelain.”
Qi Fengyu, who was just about to deliberately injure herself to divert everyone's attention so that Shen Yun couldn't immediately sign the autograph for Ji Mofan: ...
What's wrong with this Jimo Fan?! Did he eat some kind of mind-reading fruit?!
With her face flushed, Qi Fengyu squatted on the ground cleaning up the mess, silently gritting her teeth.
Hmph! Once he finds an opportunity to extract Ji Mo Fan's inner core, let's see what he has left to be arrogant about!
Isn't it just that they take advantage of their talent to do whatever they want?
If only he could be like Ji Mo Fan...
Ji Mo Fancai didn't care what Qi Fengyu was thinking; a weakling who only knew how to use dirty tricks wasn't worth his attention.
He simply shoved the order in his hand in front of Shen Yun, as if to force him to sign it.
"What are you doing at the burial mound if you have nothing to do?" Shen Yun looked at him with some suspicion.
"I remember when I submitted my spoils from the secret realm last time, I mistakenly submitted other things along with them," Ji Mo Fan said, using the same excuse. "They weren't anything precious, but they were quite important to me, so I went to look for them."
Although Shen Yun was displeased, he knew that he could no longer shirk his responsibility when he saw the new longsword at Ji Mofan's waist.
Since that's the case, it's better to go with the flow; at least that way, Ji Mofan won't have too much of a problem with me.
He raised his hand and unleashed a burst of spiritual energy, which landed on the signature area of the order, forming a personal emblem.
"Thank you, Master." Ji Mo Fan put away the order and gave a perfunctory thank you. Without paying attention to Shen Yun's expression, he turned around and left his residence.
Shen Yun stared at Ji Mo Fan's back for a long time.
Elder Shen…
He only snapped out of his daze when Qi Fengyu called him weakly from beside him.
"You just mentioned that besides the Azure Phoenix Demon Core, there's something else that can nourish my body." Qi Fengyu finished cleaning up the ground and sat down opposite Shen Yun again. "What is that?"
"It is the Marrow Cleansing Pill refined by an alchemist at the Tribulation Transcending stage," Shen Yun said slowly, taking a sip of tea.
“I’ve heard of it. But this thing is far too precious. Even if it exists, it’s priceless and hard to come by.” Qi Fengyu bit her lip. “How can we waste it on a good-for-nothing like me?”
“Xiao Yu, don’t underestimate yourself,” Shen Yun said. “When I went to Changfeng Valley before, I heard that Changfeng Valley has now found a reclusive alchemist in the Tribulation Transcending stage, and there is an opportunity to invite him to come out of the mountains to refine medicine once a year.”
Qi Fengyu's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed again. "Such a precious opportunity... how could Changfeng Valley do me a favor? Elder, don't try to fool me."
“There is a chance.” Shen Yun shook his head. “Every year at the Dao Inquiry Conference, each participating sect will prepare a gift for the winner of the Heavenly Ranking. This is especially true for the five major sects that are famous in the cultivation world. This is not only to build good relations between the sect and the new generation of rising talents, but also to show the sect’s foundation to the entire cultivation world.”
"Changfeng Valley has no shortage of alchemists. Although pills for the Tribulation Transcending stage are precious, most people seeking medicine do not need such expensive drugs."
"So, they'll give me that year's alchemy opportunity as a congratulatory gift?" Qi Fengyu asked. "But even if Senior Brother takes first place on the Heavenly Ranking next year, will he give me the opportunity...?"
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