“I remember very clearly the time you scolded me at the conference,” Ji Mofan said.
He used to have an incredibly good temper, so good that even if someone slashed him, he would turn around and check if the other person's knife was dull. But Sheng Xi was the only one he remembered for more than three years.
Even after hearing the news of his death, she still felt very bad that she hadn't been able to fight him fair and square one last time.
“My mouth has always been like this,” Sheng Xi said. “Besides, who says that you can’t talk to your opponent in the Inquiry Tournament? Who says you can’t use words to provoke your opponent?”
Ji Mo Fan couldn't say a word against it, because the conference rules didn't actually address this issue; in other words, anything not prohibited by law was permissible.
Sheng Xi reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "Young man, you still need to practice."
Then Ji Mofan slapped his paw off.
“I’m covered in demonic energy, it smells awful,” he said.
"You're treating people differently, aren't you?" Sheng Xi looked at her hand, which was red from being slapped, and laughed angrily. "Back then, you were practically hugging the Demon Lord, and I didn't see you react this strongly."
"If you had strength approaching that of a true immortal, you could embrace anyone without resistance," Ji Mofan coldly retorted.
That memory wasn't pleasant to begin with, and Sheng Xi kept bringing it up, making him feel like the Embracing Snow Sword was making a soft, disgruntled clang for him.
Pressing down on the hilt to calm it down, Ji Mofan secretly pondered that he had to find an opportunity to have a real fight with Sheng Xi again.
*
Once the chief disciple of the Yun Cang Sword Sect, now a notorious spy of the demonic path, either title is enough to cause a huge uproar in the cultivation world. And Ji Mo Fan, bearing such a title, quietly did something big before his popularity had completely subsided.
He actually turned around and joined the Chaoming Palace.
Rumors quickly spread again, and the level of discussion was no less than before.
Moreover, this discussion is not only directed at Ji Mo Fan, but also at Chao Ming Palace, which dared to welcome such a person into the sect despite the pressure from the various sects of the cultivation world during such a critical time.
Some have even suggested that Emperor Chaoming might be resorting to desperate measures this time.
After all, their former chief disciple Sheng Xi died suddenly, and the sect has not been able to select a new disciple who is capable of replacing him for so long, which probably means that there are some problems with their own strength.
With the conference about to be held, they were naturally worried that with their current strength, they would not be able to achieve better results than before.
Therefore, in order to ensure that its position as the second-largest of the five major sects remains unshaken, it invited Ji Mo Fan, whose identity is ambiguous, to join.
It's a risky move, a gamble.
If we can win, we can preserve our position in the Chaoming Palace;
But if they lose, the position that Chaoming Palace has held for so long in the cultivation world will be destroyed in an instant.
When Zheng Xianchan brought this news back, the expression on his face was priceless.
Of course, there were basically no negative emotions; all that was expressed was jest.
"They actually think the Chaoming Palace would be afraid of a mere Dao Inquiry Conference? What a joke!" He said, taking a bite of the chicken leg in his hand. "Anyway, there's not much time left, so let them have their last bit of fun."
"It would be a good thing if they lowered their guard against our Chaoming Palace."
Jiang Shiyun chimed in, "That's right. Besides, they have time to gossip and don't even bother to put in the effort to cultivate diligently. Those cultivators will only ever reach this level in their lifetime."
She lowered her head seriously and compared her ankle to her own.
"That's not enough! It should be at least this level." Zheng Xianchan stomped her foot, as if she wanted to step on something.
Ji Mofan sat to the side and couldn't help but laugh at their conversation.
How could he not see that his two senior brothers and sisters were trying their best to comfort him?
Although he wasn't too upset by these comments, he had already anticipated this situation when he took Li Geyue to the Demon Realm.
However, with someone worrying about him in such detail, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, which he called home.
He had only ever felt this way with Qi Yuan before.
Now, Jiang Shiyun and Zheng Xianchan have also given it to him.
The disciples of Chaoming Hall are indeed self-centered.
However, individualism does not mean selfishness.
They did this to make the other person feel good, regardless of whether they received any tangible reward; it was simply their own choice.
Ji Mofan felt much more comfortable being with them.
Seeing that Ji Mofan seemed to be in a good mood, Jiang Shiyun and Zheng Xianchan finally relaxed and chatted more freely, telling Ji Mofan a lot about what had happened while he was away from home.
For example, a power shift suddenly occurred in the Li family, and one branch of the main family was suddenly expelled from the power center of the Li clan and banished to an inconspicuous place, becoming a collateral branch.
For example, the Xiaoling Sect finally ended its indecisiveness and chose Li Jinchu as its chief disciple from among two suitable candidates.
For example, the senior sister of Jiangxue Palace suddenly fell head over heels in love with an unknown zither player from Lingfeng Music Academy. This was clearly a dirty trick by the latter to mess with people's mentality before the Dao Asking Conference. The saintess of Jiangxue Palace had been anxious and upset for a long time.
While listening to their gossip, Ji Mo Fan didn't even notice that he had eaten an extra melon.
The main thing is that this thing is really delicious. In the past, the Yuncang Sword Sect would also grow this kind of fairy fruit to supply its disciples, but Ji Mofan never wanted it.
Chaoming Palace presented him with a perfectly tidy gift as soon as he arrived.
He struggled several times to figure out how to tell Xie Qingya that he was carrying a kudzu root with him.
He used to be able to do whatever he wanted at the Yuncang Sword Sect, but after coming to the Chaoming Palace, he always felt that he was not as bold as before.
It's not that I'm being too restrictive; it's just that these people are all quite nice.
People say you shouldn't talk about others behind their backs, but it seems Ji Mofan should be careful about it.
Xie Qingya, who had been elusive for the past few days, actually came to knock on Ji Mofan's door today.
"Looks like I've disturbed your friendship." He entered the room and saw Jiang Shiyun and Zheng Xianchan, his tone sounding sour.
“Master, you are old. We are the ones who are of the same generation,” Zheng Xianchan said.
Although Jiang Shiyun didn't say anything, she gave him a thumbs up.
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Ji Mofan quickly stood up and interrupted their conversation, "What important matter has Master come to my door?"
Xie Qingya remembered the purpose of his visit and cleared his throat. "The Chaoming Palace provides each new disciple with an opportunity to sense a weapon. You've been a disciple for a few days now, so why don't you take care of this matter first?"
Ji Mofan almost immediately heard his Embracing Snow Sword emit a disgruntled clang.
He couldn't help but sigh.
I don't know exactly how old this Snow Embracing Sword is, but it always seems like a child vying for attention.
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