Ji Mofan gently touched the hilt of the sword, then looked up at Xie Qingya, "But I already have a sword. Giving me this opportunity again would be a waste."
“That’s fair.” Xie Qingya didn’t change his mind just because he said that. “You can’t favor one person over another just because they have it.”
Ji Mofan couldn't help but think of Shen Yun again.
Without comparison, there is no harm. Look at how Xie Qingya treated his master, and how Shen Yun treated his master.
How did he manage to accept Shen Yun's request back then, taking on the role of elder at such a young age, and then instructing the other disciples on his behalf because he learned quickly?
The area where the Chaoming Hall stores magical artifacts is much larger than that of the Yuncang Sword Sect.
The entire building has eight floors, each designed in a U-shape, naturally creating a visual effect of darkness around the edges and light in the center under sunlight.
Xie Qingya led Ji Mofan to the side of the central stone platform.
As soon as I walked in, I felt that it was quite noisy inside.
Different types of crafted artifacts are placed according to their uses and attributes, which is like bringing together like-minded friends. It would be strange if they didn't argue.
But to outsiders, these are probably just barely noticeable noises, so no one has thought anything was wrong over the years.
Xie Qingya noticed that Ji Mofan's expression seemed a bit off. "What's wrong?"
Ji Mo Fan pondered for a moment, "Master, I feel that the magical artifact that resonates with me is not here."
Xie Qingya was a little confused. "What?"
Seemingly feeling that he couldn't explain it clearly with words alone, Ji Mofan reached out and hovered his hand over the sensing stone platform next to him.
The moment he raised his hand, a faint halo enveloped it, then gradually coalesced into a thin line that extended outwards in a certain direction.
Xie Qingya followed the light and looked around, but frowned and found that the line did not fall on any of the magical artifacts in the house.
That direction is actually...
It is the location of the ancestral hall.
Although the ancestral hall of Chaoming Palace is rarely visited, the disciples assigned by the sect to clean and sweep it still do their duties diligently. When Xie Qingya arrived with Ji Mofan, he was staring blankly at the sudden appearance of light.
"Elder Xie, what's going on?" He turned to Xie Qingya for help.
Xie Qingya's slightly hesitant expression relaxed after he saw where the light landed.
“I was wondering what the sensing stone was guiding us to…” He couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “It seems it has chosen the Black God Sword for you.”
The thin beam of light pointed precisely at the name of Sheng Xi among the many memorial tablets.
The disciple in charge of sweeping stood there stunned.
The fact that Sheng Xi did not die but instead went mad from practicing qi cultivation was not a secret in the Chaoming Palace. Most people knew about it but did not mention it normally.
After all, his disciple's soul lamp is still drifting in the sect's Guixu Lantern Island, and the soul fire shows no signs of going out except for turning black.
But that would mean that the Black God Sword still has an owner, so how could the sensing stone possibly choose a new owner for it?
This doesn't make sense!
Moreover, once the funeral rites are over and the memorial tablet is sealed, it becomes virtually impossible to remove anything placed inside.
The sect chose this place as the location for storing the Black God Sword because no one but the person who possessed it could open the spirit tablet. This way, if Sheng Xi were to return from the Demon Realm someday, he could retrieve his weapon himself.
But now someone else has snatched it away?
This doesn't make sense!
However, no matter how astonished the disciples beside him were, and how they cried out in their hearts, Ji Mofan still stepped forward with Xie Qingya's tacit permission and gently placed his hand on the memorial tablet in front of him.
No one noticed that the dried ink on the memorial tablet was mixed with Sheng Xi's blood; the tablet had already been opened yesterday.
Under the stunned gaze of the disciple on duty, he watched as the light and shadow in front of Ji Mofan twisted and spun, and a different space slowly unfolded before him.
A jet-black longsword flew out from it, emitting a particularly cheerful sword cry. It spun once in mid-air before finally landing safely in Ji Mofan's palm.
A cold, icy blue light enveloped it, and the longsword sliced through the air, its sword energy like rainbows and waves.
Ji Mofan casually twirled his sword, withdrew it, and gently touched the blade of the Black God Sword.
“It’s a good sword,” he said.
The Black God Sword is fire-based, so it cannot unleash its full power in his hands, but the sword energy it produces is still formidable.
Xie Qingya looked at Ji Mofan, then suddenly chuckled softly, "Finally back."
The disciple sweeping the room didn't understand what the elder was saying, and subconsciously thought he was referring to the Black God Sword. "Yes, it's such a good sword. It's a real pity that it can only be left to gather dust."
Although he still didn't understand why the Black God Sword, which already had an owner, would choose a new master!
Could it be that Sheng Xi accidentally killed himself in the Demon Realm?
Although the idea seemed absurd, considering how powerful Senior Brother Shengxi was, the Demon Realm was currently in chaos, and no one could predict what trouble might arise.
Perhaps Sheng Xi will be killed by the demonic cultivators who can't find out the source of her fall from grace because she was once a righteous person but later fell into demonic ways.
Thinking this, his gaze towards Ji Mofan became subtle.
Wait a minute, if that's really the case, is all of this just a coincidence?
Ji Mo Fan caused a huge uproar in the Demon Realm. Upon returning to the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he immediately severed ties with the Yun Cang Sword Sect and switched allegiance to the Chao Ming Palace, clearly eyeing the chief position that had been vacant after Sheng Xi left.
If Sheng Xi were to truly perish in the Demon Realm because of him, wouldn't this whole affair be far too meticulously planned?
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