Lin Ju'an couldn't help but feel worried for Ji Mo Fan.
It wasn't entirely because I was worried he wouldn't be able to handle the lightning tribulation, but rather—
More and more people were drawn to watch from the surrounding area.
Lin Ju'an was unsure whether any of them had ill intentions.
Or rather, he was very worried that there were ill-intentioned people involved.
Ji Mofan's reputation has been so bad lately that it's common knowledge. It's hard to guarantee that no one will see him as a disgrace to the cultivation world and use the pretext of cleaning up the sect to kick him while he's down.
These people will most likely not make any moves before the tribulation ends.
After all, the power of lightning tribulation is no joke. Rushing in at this time could easily turn you into a live target for Ji Mofan to block the tribulation.
Moreover, once the lightning tribulation has inflicted more damage on Ji Mo Fan, it will take less effort to take action again—it's a very simple principle.
Lin Ju'an gripped the Xiaoxiang Sword at his waist tightly.
The real test will begin the moment the ninth lightning strike is completed.
He needs the Xiaoxiang Sword, which Ji Mo Fan obtained for him, to protect his safety.
Ji Mofan probably never imagined that the sword that took his life in his previous life would have a different master in this life and become a protector on his side.
Two more thunderclouds crashed down with a thunderous roar.
The hairband that Jimo Fan used to tie his hair broke.
Her long, black hair was completely disheveled, torn apart by the strong wind, creating dark waves in the air.
The dusty, gray-clad man raised his sword high once more, its tip pointing towards the sky.
As if sensing his provocation, the dark clouds emitted a more terrifying rumble than before.
The final lightning tribulation—
"Boom!"
The bolt of lightning, almost two people wide, fell straight down from between the clouds without any bends, enveloping the figure suspended in mid-air and making the dark world seem as bright as day.
Everyone squinted, forced to avoid the blinding light.
Lin Ju'an raised his hand to block in front of him.
He only lowered his raised hand when he felt the light in front of him gradually dissipate.
But as soon as he opened his eyes, his pupils suddenly dilated several times.
"Senior Brother!"
The dusty figure plummeted straight down from mid-air, like a fallen leaf, into the lush, dense forest.
He barely had time to think further. He immediately placed the unsheathed Xiaoxiang Sword under his feet, and the speed of his sword control almost made him turn into a blue flash.
Lin Ju'an was the closest person to Ji Mofan, so naturally he reacted the fastest and was the first to arrive at Ji Mofan's side.
The trees below were twisted and broken by the lightning strike, but when Lin Ju'an saw Ji Mo Fan, he finally came down a little bit from the air.
Although he appeared to be injured, Ji Mofan was still able to stand up by leaning on his sword.
"Senior Brother, please take some pills first." Lin Ju'an immediately handed the prepared pills to Ji Mofan.
Ji Mo Fan looked really tired, and he was even a little out of breath. When he reached out his hand, he only whispered his thanks.
Lin Ju'an didn't have time to say "You're welcome".
A beam of light, seemingly appearing from nowhere, suddenly struck the porcelain bottle that Ji Mofan hadn't yet caught.
The small bottle shattered on the ground, and the pills inside spilled out and dissolved in the damp soil.
Lin Ju'an was startled and quickly turned his gaze toward the source of the beam of light.
"No way, no way, the third-ranked player on the Heavenly Ranking of the Dao Inquiry Tournament is actually this weak after just one breakthrough tribulation?"
An extremely irritating voice came from behind the layers of trees.
Lin Ju'an subconsciously drew his sword to block Ji Mofan, but his eyes widened the moment he released his divine sense to sense the other party.
This is actually... a demonic cultivator?
Ji Mofan shifted his center of gravity to make himself more stable.
"Little Wu, how did you get here?" he asked.
His voice was weak and unsteady, and he sounded like he was in a really bad state.
Lin Ju'an looked at Ji Mofan with utter astonishment.
The eldest brother actually knows this demonic cultivator?
Wait, Little Wu...
Lin Ju'an suddenly felt as if a string in his mind snapped.
This name... isn't this the demonic cultivator who was kidnapped by that strange bandaged man and brought back to the cultivation world from the demon realm with them?
Back then, I was tied up in a mess and my appearance was covered in dust and dirt, so I couldn't tell at all what I look like now.
He looks...quite a spirited young man now.
"You have the ability to bring the Demon Lord all the way from the Demon Realm to here, is it strange that I am here?" Xiao Wu—Sheng Xi's tone was particularly irritating, and it sounded like there was no acting involved at all.
Ji Mofan didn't show it on his face, but he couldn't help but mutter to himself in his heart.
Two days ago, when he mentioned this plan to Sheng Xi, he was very resistant, but today when he actually took the stage, he danced with unusual enthusiasm.
Or was he just taking the opportunity to vent his anger on him?
Ji Mofan felt that, given Sheng Xi's personality, the latter was very likely.
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"What kind of idiotic question is that? If I said I came to have dinner with you, would you dare to eat with me?" Sheng Xi retorted immediately.
Ji Mofan didn't seem to have the energy to banter with him.
"Senior Brother..." Lin Ju'an reached out to help him, "Are you... really alright?"
Ji Mofan reached out and touched his palm. "It's nothing."
Lin Ju'an's eyes flickered slightly, and then he withdrew his hand.
The senior brother just had him take his pulse. Although it was indeed a little unstable, it was definitely not to the point of weakness.
He seems confident about what's coming next, so there's no need for him to worry.
More than worrying about the little crow in front of him, he should be worried about the eyes lurking in the shadows in the distance.
The reason these people haven't made a move yet is simply this: they're waiting for the senior brother and Xiao Wu to both be severely injured.
One was labeled a traitor to the demonic path by rumors, while the other was a genuine demonic cultivator. Regardless of who wins or loses in their fight, any outsiders who intervene will reap the benefits.
Ji Mo Fan and Sheng Xi here did not disappoint others' expectations. Their conversation did not last long before the flashing of swords swept through the surrounding vegetation.
Ji Mofan had just broken through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and his body had not yet fully recovered from the tempering of the lightning tribulation.
Sheng Xi's strength was also reduced because there was no demonic energy around him to command.
At first, the two were able to fight back and forth, and had time to exchange a few words between their moves.
Of course, most of the time it was Sheng Xi talking.
"Hey, are you out of your mind? I've heard a lot of rumors about you along the way."
"You kidnapped the Demon Lord, so why didn't you bring him out to claim credit? Why did you have to take the blame for all those rumors about your former employer?"
"What good will it do you to exclude them? Are you really that concerned about those fellow disciples who don't take you seriously?"
Ji Mo Fan responded with a sword aura.
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