Most disciples with genuine talent in alchemy are unwilling to come to the Yuncang Sword Sect, which specializes in swordsmanship. After all, in places like Changfeng Valley, practicing alchemy is called "cultivation," but for the Yuncang Sword Sect, not only the Medical Peak but also the Weapon Peak are just two purely logistical departments.
Its development prospects are far inferior to those of smaller sects.
However, Ji Mofan is certain that this average is roughly the same as the statistics of the entire cultivation world. After all, although Yun Cang Sword Sect does not have any particularly talented alchemists, it never keeps any lazy or incompetent individuals.
If a student's performance doesn't improve over the years, they will be reassigned to a menial job in the medicinal herb fields.
"You know it's more than ten times." Xihe took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.
“I take back what I said before. You are not unsuitable to be the Demon Queen,” he said. “I think that if you can find the Venerable One, you should be able to fight him.”
The demon realm may be about to welcome a new demon lord.
"I won't fight." Ji Mofan tidied up the mess at the scene and put the Zhezhu Ding away again.
Just a second before being placed into the Qiankun Bag, the Zhezhu Ding emitted a long, drawn-out hum, sounding like a sigh of satisfaction.
Shuanghuang was furious when she heard this, "You shameless scoundrel!"
"By the way, can we make a deal?" Xihe suddenly held out her hand to Jimo Fan, three pills squeezed together in her palm. "How about I take these as a souvenir?"
Jimo Fan never intended to take it back.
Even after his spiritual power cleansed the herbs tainted by demonic energy, they still felt extremely filthy to the senses.
However, since Xihe brought it up, Ji Mofan stopped and stared at the pill for two seconds, pretending to think.
"What can you offer in exchange?" He lifted his eyelids and glanced casually at Xihe in front of him.
“I need you to tell me,” Xihe said.
“Then let me see what your original form looks like?” Ji Mofan said.
Xihe suddenly choked up.
Ji Mofan tilted his head, somewhat puzzled. "What's wrong? Is your original form something you can't show to others?"
"It's not that... it's just..." Xihe scratched her head, her face turning red with embarrassment at his request.
“…I can agree, but I can’t change my mind now,” he said. “How about tonight? I’ll come find you when it’s dark.”
Ji Mofan didn't think anything of it, assuming that his physique was special, perhaps that he was a nocturnal monster or something similar.
Just then, Ge Gen had already practiced the sword moves and his body was fully warmed up, so Ji Mo Fan didn't have time to think about Xi He. He turned around, stepped on the water, and landed on the bamboo stake in the middle of the lake.
Ge Gen was sitting cross-legged on top of a bamboo stake, digesting the pills that Ji Mo Fan had given him that morning.
Ji Mofan landed lightly on the top of another bamboo stalk in front of him, and Ge Gen also completed a full cycle of spiritual energy circulation at this moment, slowly opening his eyes as bright as stars.
"Master, I'm ready!" He jumped up and then landed steadily on the bamboo stake.
Ji Mofan looked up at the sky and saw that the sky, which had been clear just moments before, had suddenly changed color.
Dark clouds pressed down, with faint rumbles of thunder emanating from them, accompanied by swift, meandering flashes of lightning.
Ge Gen, who was just very excited, is now visibly nervous.
After all, this was the first time in his life that he had experienced a tribulation of lightning.
A sword light suddenly appeared in front of him.
Ge Gen was momentarily distracted, but his gaze refocused, and what came into view was a familiar ice-blue sword, with the words "Embracing Snow" faintly visible on the hilt amidst the surging aura of spiritual energy.
"Don't worry, I've got you covered." Through the faint blue halo, Ji Mofan's gaze met his.
Although he couldn't discern many obvious emotions, his voice inexplicably brought a sense of peace. The surrounding water churned with the wind and waves, and despite the bright sunshine, Ge Gen inexplicably felt as if he were in the darkness.
To be precise, it was like the night he first met Ji Mo Fan on the turbulent sea.
Time has passed, and now he is about to grow up to be able to stand on his own. Ge Gen tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and took a deep breath.
"Master, I will certainly not fail in my mission." He raised his sword, and lightning flowed across the Heaven and Earth Opening Sword in his hand with a force no less powerful than the lightning tribulation above their heads, crackling and popping.
The first bolt of lightning seemed to respond and fall in response.
Kaitian met the lightning head-on without the slightest fear. The metal blade collided with the lightning, and the clang was accompanied by the crackling of electricity. Ge Gen was only forced back half an inch before he gritted his teeth and picked up his sword again, his defensive stance unchanged.
Jimo Fan did not rush to take action.
To break through from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment, one must face a total of nine tribulations of lightning.
The power of the lightning tribulation increases with the number of strikes; this first one can only be considered an appetizer.
If Ge Gen can handle it himself, then let him handle it himself. The lightning tribulation is more effective than any elixir in tempering the meridians.
The boy, standing in the center of the lightning, withstood three lightning tribulations without changing his posture.
On the fourth attempt, his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
Ji Mofan noticed that traces of blood had seeped from the mouth of his hand.
But the tribulation lightning wouldn't give him much time to adjust, and the fifth and sixth lightning bolts struck down one after another.
Ge Gen's body swayed.
As he faced the seventh bolt of lightning, he seized the opportunity to slash upwards horizontally. The sword energy slightly mitigated some of the lightning's power, but the impact on him was still extremely heavy.
The eighth bolt of lightning struck again, and Ge Gen almost lost his footing.
He bit his lips until they bled, but his consciousness couldn't fight against his body's weakness. His vision went black, and he fell headfirst off the tree stump like a scallion.
The Snow Embracing Sword, which had been hovering beside him, immediately moved and flew over to catch his falling body.
In a hazy state, Ge Gen felt as if something cool and soft was supporting his back.
When he opened his eyes, all he saw was water droplets flying everywhere slowly freezing into ice.
The formation was created beneath Ji Mofan's feet, and then rapidly expanded, its spiritual light shining brightly, enveloping him who was almost within reach.
The final bolt of lightning struck.
He was protected within the barrier and didn't hear a single thunderclap.
The last thing I could hear was a crisp cracking sound, tinkling like a bell.
In the last second before his consciousness faded, Ge Gen squinted and felt that Ji Mo Fan, who was standing on the bamboo stake fighting against the lightning tribulation with his bare hands, seemed to be glowing again.
Gentle, yet full of power.
The clouds of calamity dispersed, and the earth was once again filled with sunlight.
Ji Mo Fan used the Yongxue Sword to carry Ge Gen and nimbly landed from the center of the lake to the shore.
Xihe was still standing there, holding the wreath he had carefully woven.
Ji Mo Fan was about to leave when his gaze swept over the wreath and he noticed something was amiss. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Xi He had clearly altered its size.
It's a size smaller than before, it seems to be prepared for kudzu root.
Sure enough, Xihe stepped forward and gently placed the flower wreath on Gegen's head.
“That’s already pretty impressive, Xiao Zhengdao,” he said.
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