Jimo Fan did not react to this.
The reaction was exactly the same as when he was in the secret realm. The person in front of him did not show any extra emotion when he appeared, as if he really did not recognize him and just regarded him as a kind person who happened to be passing by.
After all, his strength was suppressed to the Qi Refining stage by the magic weapon at that time, and the person in front of him was a stranger he had never dealt with before, so it was normal that he did not recognize him at first.
"You've made a breakthrough, congratulations." So, out of politeness, Ji Mofan replied to him.
As a result, those mere six words reignited the other person's desire to confide.
He went on and on about how he had struggled through the secret realm, how he had encountered an opportunity, how much effort he had put in to finally obtain it, and how he had broken through the Qi Refining stage to reach the Foundation Establishment stage...
Ning Weisheng didn't know what Ji Mofan was thinking, but he just thought the man was noisy.
It's like a scholar showing off his provincial examination paper to the top scholar.
It's strangely childish and strangely cute.
But Ji Mofan didn't show any displeasure, or rather, he usually had a calm expression, and his slightly curved eyebrows made him seem to be listening to the other person quite attentively.
Ning Weisheng noticed that he had unconsciously frowned.
...What a nutcase! The eldest brother didn't even show a friendly expression to others; he just listened to people talking silently. What kind of mood is he having with that stubborn brain of his?!
Ji Mo Fan really didn't take Li Chansheng's words to heart.
If it were Ge Gen who said this to him, he might have listened attentively.
After all, it's his own child, so he has an obligation and is willing to take care of him.
But Lee Chan-sung, whom I met by chance... Excuse me, who are you?
Li Cansheng's incessant chatter ended when his other companions arrived in southern Xinjiang and joined him, at which point his voice finally ceased.
“I thought you were stuck on something and couldn’t get out,” Ji Mofan said.
"Well, we wasted a little time because our clansmen found a jade tablet belonging to the Li clan in the border town." Li Jinchu jumped off his sword and lightly dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes.
Ji Mofan frowned. "The Li family, are there any other people besides you who are still staying in the Demon Realm?"
Since it was found, it definitely didn't belong to the few members of the Li family present. As for Li Geyue's piece, it was already broken, so there's no way it could be mixed up.
“Yes, and speaking of which, this matter is quite tricky.” Li Jinchu raised her hand and waved it.
A red string was wrapped around her slender fingers, and a jade pendant hanging below it clearly bore the character "Li".
Moreover, the material of this jade pendant...
It is made of white jade.
Those who came to the Demon Realm were members of the Li family's main branch.
Seeing Ji Mofan frowning as he stared at the jade pendant in his hand, Li Jinchu's previously serious expression suddenly vanished, and she gently waved her folding fan under Ji Mofan's somewhat bewildered gaze.
"That's how it was before I saw you," he continued, adding the second half of his sentence.
Ji Mofan pondered for a very brief moment.
Then he turned his gaze to Lee Chan-sung, who had become quieter since Li Jinchu appeared.
The young man, who had been so energetic just moments before, now looked listless, grinning at Li Jinchu with his big teeth showing.
“Big brother,” he said.
The person who reacted the most at the scene was actually Ning Weisheng.
With a "crack," he snapped a small dry branch behind him.
“Didn’t you say your name was Lee Chan-sung?” he asked.
Good heavens! When he met this person, he never dared to imagine that such an ordinary and even somewhat foolish guy could be a brother of Li Jinchu.
Isn't this world a little too small?
“Yes, Lee, the Lee of Dawn.” Lee Chan-sung…or rather, Lai Chan-sung said this.
Ning Weisheng almost choked on his strange pronunciation.
What the heck? Why doesn't Li Jinchu speak with such a strange intonation?
Li Jinchu, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but laugh, "You've been away from home for so many years, where did you learn all this from?"
"Self-taught." Li Cansheng gave himself a thumbs up.
"Alright, how did you get involved with Ji Mofan?" Li Jinchu asked him, her smile fading.
“I heard he seems to be trapped in the demon realm,” Li Cansheng scratched the back of his head, “so I thought I’d come and see if there’s anything I can do to help.”
"You? A useless person with three spiritual roots? You've been cultivating for ten years and barely managed to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage?" Li Jinchu's tone was as contemptuous as ever, sounding almost harsh.
But his expression remained very warm; if you covered your ears, you might think he was praising Li Cansheng.
"I'm just repaying a debt of gratitude," Li Cansheng argued, "My senior brother Jimo once saved my life!"
"Don't fool yourself too." Li Jinchu shook her head gently, fanning herself with her fan.
"Big brother!" Li Cansheng called out to him weakly.
Even Ning Weisheng felt that Li Jinchu's attitude was a bit too much.
Li Cansheng did nothing wrong; he was humiliated by his family simply because of his lack of talent and ability.
For no apparent reason, he was reminded of the days when he first joined the Yuncang Sword Sect.
Ning, Ji Yunhong's eldest disciple who can be compared to the chief disciple, used to find cultivation quite difficult due to his dual spiritual root constitution.
Being surpassed by more talented disciples or trampled underfoot by more senior disciples, unable to obtain good resources, and unable to improve one's cultivation will only create a vicious cycle.
So he had no choice but to risk his life. He ventured into secret realms that others dared not enter, and accepted commissions that others dared not take on. Ning Weisheng had never even counted how many times he had been to Medical Peak.
In particular, the conditions of the Yuncang Sword Sect at that time were not as good as they are now. Resources were scarce, and even if one suffered a serious injury, there were not many spiritual medicines available. Most of the time, one could only recuperate in the spiritual spring.
True disciples have the opportunity to cultivate within the spiritual spring, but unknown junior disciples like them are immediately dragged out by the elders after recovering from their injuries, and then replaced by the next disciple who needs treatment.
It was his master, Ji Yunhong, who gave him a chance at a new life.
The pain of having his secondary spiritual root removed from his spiritual platform by the miraculous elixir cleansing his marrow was excruciating, but he endured it all, because if he could not be reborn, he could not become a true disciple with a higher status.
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