As a result, the Black God Sword seemed not to notice, emitting a faint hum in Ji Mofan's hand, and his moves were exceptionally smooth.
...Whose sword is it anyway?!
Jimo Fan didn't really do anything to Shengxi.
After a few moves, he had avenged the mockery he had suffered earlier, and he decisively let go, allowing the Black God Sword to fly out.
The sword didn't fly very far. Sheng Xi waved his hand, and the demonic energy wrapped around the longsword, bringing it into his palm.
Sheng Xi flicked the sword in her hand hard as soon as she got it.
Ji Mo Fan heard the Wu Shen Sword emit a very aggrieved sword cry.
He silently turned his gaze away, pretending it had nothing to do with him.
"Your sword is quite a fine thing." Sheng Xi pretended to examine the Wushen Sword, turning it over and over, squeezing and pressing it. In the end, Ji Mofan almost cried as he listened to its sword's cry. Sheng Xi, as its master, seemed to finally sense his emotions and mercifully let go of it.
"If I kill you, will this thing be able to bind itself to its master again with blood?" He raised his hand, pointing the sword at Ji Mofan, who was leaning against a tree.
The latter looked truly exhausted; even with something to lean on, he was unsteady on his feet and slid down to sit.
"Tell me quickly, where did you take our Demon Lord?" Sheng Xi twirled the Black God Sword in her hand, lifted Ji Mo Fan's chin, and looked down at his emotionless face.
"I'll kill you first, then I'll kill the Demon Lord, and then I'll be the new Demon Lord of the Demon Realm."
Sheng Xi's words truly shocked the cultivators who were unfamiliar with the Demon Realm.
Good heavens, is it okay to say something like that out loud?
Are all the demons so blunt? Shouldn't they hide their filthy motives and then find a legitimate reason to rightfully ascend to power?
"...Don't dream about it." Even though the blade was less than an inch from his neck, Ji Mofan looked up at Sheng Xishi and there was still no obvious ripple in his eyes.
"By overthrowing the current Demon Lord, you can establish a new dynasty and make it easier for you to promote your new idea of starting a new war between immortals and demons, isn't that right?"
Sheng Xi raised an eyebrow and readily admitted, "So what if it is?"
"Don't you all think that the world has been peaceful for too long and it's time to let it be thrown into chaos?" Although his long sword was still pointed at Ji Mofan in front of him, his gaze had already turned to the righteous cultivators hiding in the shadows around him.
"Why must this world be divided into good and evil? The demonic path has been hiding in a corner of the continent for so many years, and we're tired of it."
“You hypocritical righteous cultivators, you are all dark-hearted, yet you insist on maintaining your glamorous facade.”
"It's utterly disgusting. How dare they criticize us demonic cultivators for being despicable?"
Sheng Xi spoke loudly, and many people around felt a surge of anger rising in their chests.
He was naturally adept at manipulating the emotions of others, and with just a few words, he easily made everyone unconsciously ignore their own ulterior motives, inexplicably turning them into a group of righteous cultivators united in their hatred of the enemy.
They even forgot their original purpose of targeting Ji Mofan.
"You ignorant brat, how dare you spout such nonsense in my cultivation world!"
"Arrogant, far too arrogant!"
"This is utterly absurd!"
However, apart from the crowd shouting slogans in a chaotic and indignant manner, no one dared to step forward to help.
Nonsense, that's a Nascent Soul expert. Even though he just fought with Ji Mofan, he was only injured and could have little impact on him. Not to mention that he's currently holding a Black God weapon.
No one wanted to be the one to stick their neck out at a time like this.
"presumptuous!"
A clear voice pierced through the buzzing noise of the scene, and a spatial distortion caused by a teleportation talisman suddenly appeared in mid-air.
Even faster than the human figure appeared was an enormous gourd.
The golden gourd crashed down from mid-air with an ominous force, but it looked like it had seriously injured the person.
Sheng Xi was sent flying backwards and landed with a thud in a net woven from vines.
A celestial being dressed in white gracefully landed, and the surrounding leaves swirled gently with his movements.
The gourd he threw out spun in the air and flew back into his hand.
“…Master.” Ji Mo Fan stood up, leaning on the small tree behind him.
"Who told you to come to such a remote place all by yourself?" Xie Qingya said.
It sounded like a reprimand, but the tone was completely different from when he yelled at Sheng Xi earlier; it was more like a scolding.
"This disciple knows his mistake." Ji Mo Fan slumped down, honestly admitting his error.
Turning to look at Sheng Xi over there, he had already turned into a wisp of black smoke the moment he landed, quickly skimming the rainforest floor and disappearing without a trace.
Xie Qingya stared at the dark figure for a while, secretly cursing the brat in his heart.
Why does he act like a mouse seeing a cat?
He even traveled all the way here.
While inwardly grumbling, Xie Qingya reached out and poked Ji Mofan's forehead beside him.
The gentle water elemental energy flowed through Ji Mofan's body along his meridians, quickly repairing every tiny wound caused by the lightning tribulation.
Ji Mofan felt refreshed and invigorated, and even the tension and fatigue that had been building up inside him disappeared.
He raised his hand and called back the Snow Embracing Sword that had just flown far away.
The Snow Embracing Sword circled around him, deliberately avoiding his outstretched hand, before jumping back into its sheath with some dissatisfaction, seemingly unwilling to be touched.
They must be disgusted by the smell of other swords on him again.
Ji Mo Fan informed Xie Qingya today as a backup plan.
Sheng Xi has such a big mouth, he can talk non-stop. If he's willing to put in the effort, he's so good that you'd want to tear him apart and chew every piece of his flesh to pieces.
Originally, he wanted the enraged onlookers to take action, and Sheng Xi would leave with the Black God Sword amidst the chaos.
To everyone's surprise, out of so many people present, not a single one was willing to raise their arms and take the lead.
There was no other way but to have Xie Qingya step in to save the day and end the farce.
Therefore, Ji Mo Fan did not actually tell Sheng Xi that Xie Qingya was also present today.
Otherwise, Sheng Xi probably wouldn't have agreed to help him act, since he had already been hiding from his fellow disciples in Chaoming Palace for several days.
Today was the same. We finally got to be face to face up, but he didn't dare say a single word and ran away immediately.
"Master, I have lost the Black God Sword," Ji Mo Fan said.
"It's alright, I'm just glad you're okay." Xie Qingya patted the fallen leaves stuck to his shoulder.
Many of the onlookers gasped when they heard Xie Qingya handle the matter so casually.
That was no ordinary sword, but a divine weapon that once belonged to Sheng Xi!
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