"Is Senior Brother really willing to take the risk for me?" Lying on the couch, Qi Fengyu looked at him with bright eyes, as if she truly admired Ji Mofan, her senior brother. "Your heroic figure in annihilating the Flame Sparrow last time is still vivid in my mind, and this journey will surely be smooth sailing as well!"
Ji Mo Fanzhen clenched his fist at the art of language that Qi Fengyu spoke of.
On the surface, it was flattery, expressing his deep admiration. In reality, it was also a reminder to everyone who had saved Qi Fengyu from his current predicament, and it also dashed any hopes he might have of asking his master for magical treasures or protective gear, since Qi Fengyu was quite powerful.
As expected, Li Geyue understood the unspoken meaning Qi Fengyu wanted him to hear, and snorted coldly, "If he were really that powerful, how come he couldn't protect you from the Flame Sparrow's claws?"
"It seems they didn't put their heart into it at all."
...Ji Mo Fan felt like he was about to unleash a torrent of curses.
"It's my fault. If I could have used my sword technique while helping Xiaoyu regain her sword control, that would have been great." Ji Mofan sighed, seemingly helpless. "I wouldn't have ended up injuring my right hand."
Everyone present stared at him with wide eyes upon hearing this.
Qi Fengyu's mouth was slightly open.
Why did he feel like he could actually hear a hint of sarcasm in the mouth of this hotheaded, good-natured guy?
This Ji Mo Fan? He actually mocks people?
Or is he mocking himself for being the sect's darling?
Has he lost his mind? How dare he do that?
How dare he speak disrespectfully to me in front of my master and junior brother?
"You're injured?" Shen Yun frowned, noticing another key point. "Why have you never mentioned it?"
"It's nothing serious, I'll just meditate a bit." Although he said it was nothing, Ji Mofan took the initiative to lift up his wide sleeves in front of everyone, showing off the hideous scars on his body.
A large area of burn marks stretched from his wrist to his elbow, disappearing beneath his sleeve.
Those present then slowly recalled that when Ji Mofan brought Qi Fengyu back to the sect that day, he was indeed dragging an arm that was burned black.
However, at that time, everyone, including Ji Mo Fan himself, was focused on Qi Feng Yu, who was delirious with fever.
"Trying to do something you're not good enough for," Li Geyue commented mercilessly.
Ji Mo Fan was too lazy to refute.
If the chief disciple of Yuncang Sword Sect, who entered the Golden Core stage at the age of twenty, is considered weak, then what about Qi Fengyu, who only entered the Foundation Establishment stage at the age of nineteen with the help of rare and precious materials?
Is it the worst of the worst?
Ji Mo hurriedly lowered his head to prevent himself from laughing out loud.
Seeing him with his head down, looking as if he had just learned his lesson, Shen Yun's tightly furrowed brows did not relax.
"Xiao Fan, go to the Medical Peak in a while." After thinking for a moment, he took out a jade token from his Qiankun bag and handed it to him. "The spiritual spring on the back mountain of the Medical Peak will help you recover from your injuries. Stay there for two hours, and then we'll talk about going to the secret realm."
"Yes, thank you, Master." Having achieved his goal, Ji Mofan was happy to give Shen Yun a slightly nicer look.
Playing the victim is so effective; no wonder Qi Fengyu loves using it so much.
The reason he was so badly injured when he faced Qingluan in his previous life was because his right hand was unable to properly grip the sword at that time.
If he can soak in the spiritual spring for two hours this time, he will definitely be able to recover to a considerable extent. Then, when he enters the secret realm again, he will not be in such a sorry state.
Lying on the couch, Qi Fengyu noticed that her face had become even paler.
Little did he know that this was caused by anger.
How can we let Ji Mo Fan go to heal his wounds?
If his body is always at its peak, how can I find an opportunity to steal his inner core?
"Cough, cough..." Qi Fengyu suddenly coughed, and a few drops of blood spilled from his pale lips.
"Xiao Yu!"
Two worried voices rang out simultaneously. Li Geyue, who had been standing next to Ji Mofan, rushed to the bedside as well, asking, "How are you?"
"It's nothing..." Qi Fengyu slowly shook his head, but anyone could tell that he was forcing a smile.
As expected, Li Geyue fell for the trap. With red eyes, she turned around and glared at Ji Mofan, "Why are you still soaking in the spiritual spring? Hurry up and go find a demon pill for Xiaoyu!"
"Don't be reckless." Before Ji Mofan could speak, Shen Yun stopped Li Geyue first, "Xiao Fan has old injuries that haven't healed. If we go to the secret realm like this, not only will we not be able to get the demon core, but we will also lose Xiao Fan inside."
Ji Mofan narrowed his eyes, a hint of mockery flashing in them.
If someone didn't know Shen Yun, they might actually think that this person was concerned about Ji Mo Fan.
Ji Mo Fan knew, however, that his master's greatest love was always himself.
As the most outstanding cultivation genius to rise in the cultivation world recently, Ji Mofan made a name for himself three years ago at the Dao Asking Conference, which brought together the young generation of the entire cultivation world, and won third place on the Heavenly Ranking at the age of only seventeen.
The quadrennial Daoist Tournament is about to begin again, and Ji Mofan is one of the most promising contenders to win. If he does manage to claim the top spot on the Heavenly Ranking, he will become the youngest champion in history.
Shen Yun couldn't just stand by and watch him get into trouble, after all, he was counting on Shen Yun to help him gain fame and reputation.
The reason why Qi Fengyu was able to kill Ji Mofan right under his nose in his previous life was because he suffered from old injuries and new ones, and failed in the Dao Asking Tournament, which was a huge upset and made Shen Yun lose face.
So ever since the Dao Asking Conference ended, Shen Yun simply pretended that he had never had a disciple named Ji Mo Fan, and all the honors he had won for him in the past were as if they never existed.
He exerted all his strength at the conference, resulting in numerous injuries that went unnoticed. His condition worsened over time until it became incurable.
Ji Mofan unconsciously clenched his fists at his sides, feeling a slight stinging pain in his palms. He then came to his senses and loosened his grip.
What a sin! It's one thing for others not to cherish his body, but how could he hurt himself?
Li Geyue was silenced by Shen Yun's words, but she was still unconvinced. She could only hold Qi Fengyu's thin, pale wrist, which was so delicate that it seemed like it could be broken with a single touch, and grit her teeth in heartache.
"If my cultivation level weren't insufficient to enter the secret realm, I would definitely go to find medicine for Xiaoyu myself." Li Geyue is only sixteen years old now, still a child who is easily provoked, and his emotions are all written on his face. He is very perceptive.
"It's alright, I'm already very happy that Junior Brother Li has this thought." Qi Fengyu's face was pale, but she still had to comfort Li Geyue, which was heartbreaking to see.
If he hadn't said the second half of the sentence.
"Senior Brother will definitely carry on Junior Brother Li's heart and work hard together, right?" Qi Fengyu looked at him, blinking her big, bright eyes, looking pitiful.
Should we bind him with moral shackles?
Ji Mofan subtly curled the corner of his mouth.
Sorry, but ever since his rebirth, he's completely forgotten about morality.
"Don't worry, Xiaoyu, your senior brother will do his best." Concealing his emotions, Ji Mofan maintained a normal expression on the surface.
Haha, saying nice things is just a matter of saying them.
Anyway, he'll be the one who gets the Azure Phoenix Demon Core eventually, so how he handles it is just a matter of his own decision.
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