“My second junior brother never gets enough to eat. Whenever you see him, he’s always carrying food in his arms. While others gradually stop eating after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, his appetite only increases with his cultivation level.”
"Junior Sister is... Oh, you don't read novels, do you know what 'love-obsessed' means? It means you can't live without being in a relationship."
"Several of my senior uncles are abnormal too. Some of them are always swaggering around with their wine gourds, some are so petty that they are so meticulous about the allocation of sect resources that they measure every single herb with a ruler, and some never sleep and look like consumptive ghosts with huge dark circles under their eyes..."
"The list is endless." Ji Mofan gave him a summary, which also served as a way of interrupting his rambling. "Do your junior brothers, sisters, and uncles know that you're talking about them like that outside?"
As an established sect, Chaoming Palace has almost no flaws to speak of, except for the lack of cohesion among its disciples.
What Sheng Xi said was truly unknown to outsiders.
At least during the few times that Ji Mo Fan Tong dealt with Chao Ming Dian, he didn't notice anything amiss.
"Showing off that you're more cultured than me?" Sheng Xi rolled her eyes at him. "You're not even as good as me. At least I know who my parents are."
“Then my parents might still be alive.” Ji Mofan didn’t know why the topic had turned to this, but he casually retorted.
Sheng Xi was usually the kind of person who could break anyone's defenses when she criticized them, but it was rare for someone to break her defenses with just one sentence.
"You want to fight, don't you?" He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to step forward.
“You can’t beat me now.” Ji Mofan stood there, neither dodging nor flinching.
Sheng Xi was so taken aback by his attitude that she stood frozen in place.
Indeed, Ji Mo Fan's words were not made up on the spot.
Three years ago at the Dao Asking Conference, Sheng Xi was able to easily defeat him on the stage because of the fundamental difference in their cultivation levels, as well as the difference in their age and experience.
Now both of them are at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, and Ji Mo Fan has even obtained a sword of exceptional quality.
In contrast, Sheng Xi's cultivation level not only stagnated, but he also lost his own sword.
Especially since this is the renowned cultivation world, he, a mere demonic cultivator, has no way to unleash his full potential here.
Even though he was extremely resentful, he could only suppress his emotions and run off to feed the chickens, his resentment spreading everywhere.
After entering the world of cultivation, the Xuan Bird seemed to grow faster than before. Its feathers were no longer the bright yellow they used to be, but had sprouted more black parts.
However, the problem that followed was that the shedding became more and more serious.
Sheng Xi couldn't find anyone to bully, so she wanted to vent her anger on the seemingly harmless Xuan Niao.
After all, he couldn't handle Ji Mo Fan, and he had raised Ge Gen like a younger brother. As for Shuang Huang, although he was a puppet, he had lived for thousands of years and was even more difficult to deal with than Ji Mo Fan.
That Demon Lord over there is impossible too. Sheng Xi never set her sights on him from the beginning. One instance of being sarcastic directly resulted in her becoming introverted for life.
Looking around, it seems that the one with the lowest status in the entire team is the little black bird.
Sheng Xi never expected that she would also suffer a setback with it.
The Black Bird is drawn to spiritual energy but scorns demonic energy.
Having spent some time in the Demon Realm, where the air was filled with demonic energy, the Xuan Bird had become quite accustomed to it and didn't react as strongly to the demonic cultivators; at most, it just didn't like them.
But times have changed. The cultivation world is now full of spiritual energy, and the Xuan Bird has been pampered.
Therefore, as soon as it saw Shengxi, who was covered in demonic energy, its feathers stood on end, it clucked and assumed a fighting stance, and started pecking at it with a lot of noise.
It didn't hurt, the only problem was that I got a mouthful of hair.
In the end, Sheng Xi, with chicken feathers all over his head, crawled back into the flying artifact, closed the door, and refused to see anyone.
Ji Mofan didn't have time to deal with this arrogant guy's sulking; he had more important things to do.
Large flying magical artifacts would consume more spirit stones, so he chose a smaller model. Although the space inside was enough for the group, the problem was that there was no space left for practicing swordsmanship.
The place they chose to stop this time was a town nestled in the mountains, with beautiful scenery, clear waters, and a vast lake.
Cut a few sections of bamboo and stick them into the water; that makes an excellent training ground for swordsmanship.
"Practice the sword technique again." Ji Mofan handed Ge Gen a bottle of pills. "Then take this Condensation Pill, and after one cycle of meditation, I will try to help you break through to the Foundation Establishment stage."
Upon hearing this, Ge Gen's eyes immediately lit up. "Master, once I break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, will I be able to fly on a sword like you?"
As expected, this was what the child cared about most. Ji Mofan smiled at him and said, "Yes, I'll teach you after I break through."
Clutching his heavy, earth-shattering sword, Ge Gen ran lightly and happily to the center of the lake to practice his swordsmanship.
Although he had left the Yuncang Sword Sect, he was not dismissed and kicked out of the sect. Ji Mofan continued to teach Ge Gen Yuncang Sword Technique.
After all, he had practiced this sword manual for more than ten years and knew it by heart. There would be no benefit in rashly changing it.
Moreover, the Yuncang Sword Technique itself is an excellent method, so there's no need to make things difficult for it just because it has the name Yuncang in it.
Ji Mofan suddenly felt Yongxue around his waist tremble slightly.
He raised his hand and touched the hilt of his sword. "I know, but it's not the right time yet."
The Snow-Embracing Sword was a reminder to Ji Mofan that his own spiritual platform was also about to overflow.
Having been suppressed in the Demon Realm for so long, it unexpectedly brought about a new outcome. His spiritual platform became more resilient and was ready to welcome an even more abundant influx of spiritual energy.
He sensed that his spiritual realm had begun to weaken.
However, now is not the right time to make a breakthrough.
His body had only barely recovered its surface state thanks to the nourishment of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; internally, it was still like a withered flower branch, needing more dew to irrigate it and regain its vitality.
That's why he chose to set off immediately for Chaoming Palace.
If he can get a good result there, then he should be able to find a good place to recuperate.
It would be more prudent to make a breakthrough then.
Suddenly, a beautifully crafted wreath appeared at the edge of my line of sight.
Ji Mo Fan didn't even need to blink to know who the newcomer was.
"Where did you go to pick wildflowers again?" He looked at Xihe, who was holding a beautiful flower wreath, somewhat speechless.
This time, he didn't appear with the Demon Lord's face, but instead showed up with his own.
After all, Xiao Wangyan was not like other ordinary demonic cultivators who could hide their demonic energy and remain undetected in the cultivation world. With his level of notoriety, it was inevitable that outsiders would know what he looked like.
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