The Demon Realm has been thrown into chaos by Ji Mo Fan's actions. They didn't need to do anything originally; now they can just grab a spoon and go in to drink porridge.
The commotion must not be too great, otherwise it will attract the demon soldiers from other places.
But it can't be too small; at least half of the demonic cultivators currently stranded in the border city need to be mobilized, otherwise they won't be able to take advantage of the chaos.
Ning Weisheng pondered whether he had made the wrong choice in choosing to find Li Cansheng in front of him.
Surely... no way?
What level of trouble can a Foundation Establishment cultivator possibly cause?
As it turned out, Ning Weisheng's prediction underestimated the peak that a Foundation Establishment cultivator could achieve.
Lee Chan-sung actually sneaked into the main hall of the city lord's mansion first, taking advantage of the fact that Wu Qi was preoccupied with a group of prisoners who had just escaped and was unable to attend to him—
They set the house on fire.
They literally piled up flammable materials under the wooden pillars and then used a flint and steel to ignite everything.
It has to be said that this move actually led him to find an opening by sheer luck.
Cultivators generally assume that they will use their own abilities to assist in various trivial matters, and rarely use physical methods.
If Li Cansheng also used spiritual power, even if he only affixed a fire-controlling talisman, the guards stationed in the city lord's mansion would notice the anomaly the moment the spiritual power surged, thus attracting their attention and prompting them to come and investigate.
But he deliberately used the most basic method.
Just as the guards wouldn't care if an ant crawled by, they wouldn't care about the main hall, which was devoid of any spiritual energy.
So much so that by the time someone noticed, the eaves of the main hall were glowing red from the heat.
The gold and jade ornaments were stained dark by the drifting smoke, and the sound of them falling was incessant.
But no one had time to care anymore.
This fire seemed to ignite the flames in the hearts of the escaped prisoners, who no longer dared to challenge the guards or even the demon generals. Their demonic attacks rained down haphazardly on the buildings of the city lord's mansion.
The guards were overwhelmed, having to protect themselves from being attacked as well as the house from being attacked. They were so busy that they wished they had three heads and six arms.
They had their concerns, but the escaped prisoners had nothing. Since they were blocked from leaving by the guards, they simply smashed everything in sight to pieces.
There were even those who took advantage of the chaos to sneak up and pick up the treasures that had fallen to the ground.
A luminous pearl rolled down from the eaves, gurgled across the bluestone slabs, and touched the tip of Ning Weisheng's boot.
He had just glanced down when a demonic cultivator swiftly swept past him, snatching the priceless bead and simultaneously throwing a demonic energy attack back, nearly severing one of Ning Weisheng's toes.
...The effect of simply setting a fire is a bit too good.
Looking at Lee Chan-sung, who was not far away, using that tattered door panel as a shield, he threw torches into the nearby windows one by one.
Ning Weisheng rubbed his forehead.
I originally wanted to show off my abilities to my senior brother.
Surprisingly, someone with only Foundation Establishment level strength stole the spotlight.
Life is truly unpredictable.
"Junior Brother Ning!"
The image that had just flashed through Ning Weisheng's mind was now being called by the voice in his ear.
He looked up and saw a blue arc of light streak across the sky. A familiar blue longsword was being trampled under the feet of a person wearing a veil and a bamboo hat, and a cold wind was blowing his clothes and hair.
"What are you daydreaming about? Let's go!" Ji Mofan said again.
Ning Weisheng belatedly realized that he had taken flight on his sword.
"Senior Brother Ning, wait for me!" Seeing Ning Weisheng about to leave, Li Cansheng hurriedly threw aside the door panel he was carrying. He dragged an iron sword from his Qiankun bag, stepped on it, and followed him, swaying unsteadily.
It's obvious that he's only recently learned to fly on a sword, and he's still struggling to control it when he flies too fast.
Ji Mofan didn't care whether anyone else had run out with them.
Once the dungeon was breached, the demonic cultivators became engrossed in fighting, while the righteous cultivators scattered one by one, their whereabouts unknown.
Nonsense! The city lord's mansion is on fire, why wouldn't we go out and wait to be roasted alive!
After going out, he mobilized the city's garrison, and some demonic cultivators who were locked up at home also rushed out to join in the fun when they saw a fight.
Some were dragged into the battlefield against their will, for example:
"You son of a bitch, you broke my roof! Even if you're a demon soldier, you still have to pay me back!"
"Aaaaah! You ruined the spiritual herb I've nurtured for fifty years! Hey! Don't leave!"
"I don't care if you were accidentally knocked down here, you're trespassing, Big Blackie, bite me!"
Who would have thought that the very beginning of this chaotic mess was just two flints?
Even after breaking through the chaos and standing on the land of southern Xinjiang, Ning Weisheng still felt as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.
Ji Mofan lightly tapped the bamboo hat with his fingertip and, with a thought, stored it in his Qiankun bag.
Then I heard someone next to me let out a "whoosh".
My nerves, which had just begun to relax a little from the tension, were tense up again because of his shouting.
After instinctively scanning his surroundings to no avail, Ji Mofan turned his gaze to the source of the sound.
"Senior Brother Jimo! The real Senior Brother Jimo!" The stranger slid up to him in a flash, reaching out to grab his clothes.
But Ji Mofan avoided it.
What's going on? Are they close?
Calling him "senior brother" is fine; that's what everyone in the Yuncang Sword Sect calls him.
What's the meaning of pouncing right away?
And what does "alive" Jimo Shixiong mean? Could he be dead?
The unfamiliar cultivator, looking somewhat dejected after failing to stick the finger to the ground, grabbed a blade of grass and shook it. "Senior Brother Ji Mo, don't you remember me?"
Ning Weisheng subconsciously took a few quick steps and blocked the way between Ji Mofan and Li Cansheng.
The man had just sworn that he had been saved by Ji Mo Fan, which made him trust him a little.
But what if Ji Mofan doesn't remember at all, and this person still intends to do something disrespectful to his senior brother...?
Then don't blame him for kicking you.
But when he tried to block her way, Ji Mofan reached out and blocked him.
"Which one of the Mysterious Shallow Ocean are you?" Ji Mo Fan asked.
He had saved many people, and by a twist of fate, he even saved Miao Miao in the Demon Realm. If this person hadn't found him, he probably would have quickly forgotten this memory.
After all, he rarely had the intention of repaying kindness in the past. He would save someone if he could, as long as they didn't do anything bad afterward and then implicate him.
"Senior brother still remembers me, I'm so touched!" This person was still as silly as before, and Ji Mofan was stunned by his overly enthusiastic attitude.
Well, that makes sense. He was seriously injured in the Shallow Ocean Secret Realm back then, and his physical condition simply wouldn't allow him to cause as much trouble as he is now.
"To be honest, I didn't recognize the person who saved me from dire straits when I was in the Shallow Ocean Secret Realm. He was the chief senior brother of the Yun Cang Sword Sect." He didn't seem to mind Ji Mo Fan's somewhat cold response and continued to speak enthusiastically.
"It was only later, when news spread that my senior brother and Young Master Qi were about to hold their Daoist ceremony, that I saw my senior brother who had saved me again in the portrait!"
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