I felt a bit guilty. In the Yuncang Sword Sect, if a disciple disregarded the rules and flew on a sword without permission, he would at least have to run around the mountain.
However, the disciples of Chaoming Palace seemed to be used to this, and some even walked by forcefully just to greet Ji Mofan.
Ji Mofan felt that he had used up all the hospitality he had accumulated over the previous month on this trip.
After finally finishing his pleasantries with the last senior student, he arrived at his guest room.
As soon as I entered, I was greeted by a clucking black bird that pounced on me.
Ji Mofan didn't understand either. It was understandable when they were in the Demon Realm, since he was the only righteous one with relatively high spiritual energy around him, so it was understandable that the Xuan Bird liked to stick to him.
Even after returning to the world of cultivation, he still has this problem.
"Master, you're back!" Ge Gen has always been diligent. Even when no one is watching over him, he will work hard every day and complete the training requirements on time and in the required quantity.
Just then, he finished a set of sword techniques and came to a stop. Upon seeing Ji Mofan, he immediately ran over with his rosy cheeks.
He then cast a cleansing spell on Ge Gen, cleaning off the sticky sweat from his body. Ji Mo Fan then rubbed the now clean head of the child.
Okay, he forgave Xie Qingya for giving him a good thrashing on the head earlier, because rubbing a kid's head is really fun.
"Master, I was able to fly ten meters on my sword just now!" Ge Gen jumped up and down excitedly.
Sword control is not as simple as chanting a set of incantations; mastering how to control speed and maintain balance in the air requires practice.
Ji Mofan could only teach him how to make the sword float and how to stand firmly so as not to fall, so Ge Gen had to practice hard on his own.
“Well done, you can rest early today,” Ji Mofan said.
“It’s okay, I’m not tired!” Ge Gen shook his head.
"Go and rest." Ji Mofan refused the child's diligence. "You have just broken through a major realm. Your body is in an excited state, but in reality, your physique still needs time to slowly improve to a level that matches your cultivation. Haste makes waste."
Ge Gen was always obedient. After learning the reason, he nodded his little head and obediently agreed.
"Has the Demon Lord not returned yet?" He turned to ask Shuanghuang, who was toying with two pieces of sheet metal, fiddling with them to pass the time.
“I didn’t see him, but he probably couldn’t have gone far, right? He’s wearing a demon-binding rope.” Shuanghuang scratched his head.
"Where is Xiao Wu?" Sheng Xi did not admit his identity in front of everyone, probably to avoid causing trouble for Chaoming Palace. Ji Mo Fan also continued to call him by his former pseudonym.
“She’s been staying in her room the whole time.” Shuanghuang pointed to the only closed door next to her.
Ji Mo Fan frowned, but could only sigh and didn't know what to say.
He will bring Sheng Xi with him, partly because the situation in the Demon Realm is tense right now, and he can't go back.
On the other hand, he wanted to use Sheng Xi to gain the trust of everyone in the Chaoming Palace.
Now that the second objective has been achieved, the first difficulty is not insurmountable...
After thinking for a moment, he stepped forward and knocked on Sheng Xi's door.
Sheng Xi quickly came out to answer the door, and seemed to be in good condition.
"If you don't want to stay here any longer..." Ji Mofan originally wanted to speak bluntly.
But he never expected that even though he had hit the ball so fast, Sheng Xi could still interrupt his chanting.
"You think you can get rid of me after you've used me?" Sheng Xi gave him an extremely sinister smile, leaning closer as if she could devour a child. At this moment, she looked like a complete demonic cultivator.
Ji Mofan couldn't help but take a half step back. "What do you want to do?"
Sheng Xi held up her sword, now only in its scabbard, in front of Ji Mo Fan and waved it, saying, "Help me steal my sword back."
Ji Mofan was practically dragged away by Sheng Xisheng.
"Isn't the Black God Sword your own sword?" After walking for a while, he finally found a moment to ask, "Why did you still 'steal' it?"
“Of course it’s because ‘Shengxi’ is dead,” Shengxi said. “The sudden disappearance of an unclaimed sword is just asking for trouble for the Chaoming Palace.”
"Then do you know where your sword is?" Ji Mo Fan asked.
“The scabbard and the sword were forged together. With it, you can find the Black God Sword.” Sheng Xi shook the scabbard in his hand. “How many more questions do you have? Ask them all at once. Stop dawdling like a lazy donkey pulling a millstone.”
"One last question," Ji Mofan shrugged, "Why didn't you take your Black God Sword with you when you went to the Demon Realm, and now you've suddenly decided to steal it back?"
"At the time, I thought I would be able to come back soon, but who knew that it was easy to go into qi deviation, and it was almost a pipe dream to return to the path of cultivation." Sheng Xi scratched the back of his head.
"Moreover, the way my master and the others decided to kill me was to die in the lightning tribulation during my breakthrough. It's reasonable for the lightning tribulation to split a person into several pieces, but there's no reason for it to shatter the Black God Sword as well. It's just a lightning tribulation for breaking through from the Nascent Soul stage to the Divine Transformation stage, so the intensity isn't that great."
Ji Mofan didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh, "So, you're just using me as a shield for you?"
"You yourself cannot easily show yourself in the sect, nor can you get involved in the theft of the Black God Sword, otherwise you will put the Chaoming Palace in an unjust position."
"Is there a problem? You took advantage of me, so let me take advantage of you this time." Sheng Xi poked Ji Mofan's shoulder.
It was quite forceful; it hurt pretty much.
Ji Mofan rubbed his hands together. "No problem. What do you plan to do?"
"That's your problem." With a flick of his wrist, Sheng Xi sent the jet-black scabbard spinning in his hand before hanging it on his waist. "If you can turn the entire Demon Realm upside down, it shouldn't be hard for you to come up with a way to deceive the people of the cultivation world."
Ji Mo Fan remained silent.
Using the only remaining scabbard of the Black God Sword, Ji Mo Fan followed Sheng Xi and found the shrine behind the Chaoming Palace.
This is where the deceased disciples of the Chaoming Hall are enshrined. Regardless of their status, whether they were ordinary outer disciples or sect leaders, they all have only a small memorial tablet here.
However, as soon as Ji Mo Fan entered the room, he could tell that these memorial tablets were probably not ordinary objects made of wood and stone.
It must have been a spatial artifact crafted by a weapon refiner.
The interior is likely designed like a mausoleum, where coffins are placed or cenotaphs are built.
Who says Chaoming Palace is poor? Just this room full of extravagant memorial tablets must have cost countless spirit stones to build. It's practically rolling in money!
The scabbard of the Black God Sword emitted a faint hum as Sheng Xi carried it toward one of the memorial tablets.
There was no job description, no biographical eulogy, just the simple words "Shengxi" and his/her birth and death dates.
All the memorial tablets in this ancestral hall are identical. From the plaque in front of them alone, it is impossible to tell whether the deceased was prominent or impoverished in life. They are all neatly arranged, with only one name remaining.
Sheng Xi reached out and gently tapped the memorial tablet.
“He seems to need your blood.” Ji Mofan walked over.
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