That Nuo mask was probably some kind of magical artifact used to conceal the demonic energy surrounding him. Without it, Ji Mofan felt that familiar nausea again.
It wasn't that it was Xiao Wangyan as a person, but rather that I simply couldn't stand the aura emanating from him.
Perhaps his impatient expression was too obvious, Xiao Wangyan teased him for a moment and then lost interest. He took a half step back and looked at Xie Qingya to the side.
"And who are you?" he asked.
"Xie Qingya," the latter said, "the little puppet you created is now your master."
Xiao Wangyan pointed to the Xihe he was carrying in his hand, "Then do you know what you're holding?"
"He's the Demon Lord's disciple, isn't he?" Xie Qingya shook Xihe slightly; Ji Mofan had explained the little thing's identity to him.
The little white ball was still dizzy, its fluffy tail twisted into a pretzel.
“But since we are all considered Mo Fan’s elders, shouldn’t the Demon Lord’s disciple also be considered my junior?” he said.
Ji Mofan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
This was the attitude he had when he recounted everything that had happened in the Demon Realm.
The focus was completely off; what bothered them more was that they couldn't rightfully call the dignified Demon Lord their son-in-law.
It's so strange that even Ji Mo Fan doesn't know where to begin complaining, like why it has to be a son-in-law.
But as long as Master is happy.
Xiao Wangyan was momentarily stunned by Xie Qingya's attitude, then couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Pfft..."
“It’s been a long time since anyone has dared to speak to me like this.” He sounded to be in a good mood, with a hint of a smile even at the end of his sentence.
"Demon Lord, I've come here specifically to ask you..."
"You've already found out about your background, right?" Before Ji Mofan could finish his question, Xiao Wangyan interrupted him.
Ji Mo Fanya hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“I am a puppet created by Lu Tong. The Demon Lord obtained me by chance and used a secret method to infuse me with his own demonic energy as the energy source to support the puppet’s operation,” he said. “Then, right after the success, a group of righteous people suddenly appeared, not only severely injuring the Demon Lord, but also kidnapping me, who had just been created.”
Xiao Wangyan raised an eyebrow and whistled lightly, "You've investigated quite thoroughly, Little Zhengdao."
"So many years have passed, does the Demon Lord know who the righteous one was who committed such an act back then?" Ji Mo Fan asked him.
Xiao Wangyan tilted his head, looked him over with interest, and then slowly asked, "Why do you want to know this?"
“There are probably cultivators within the Demon Realm,” Ji Mofan said. “Moreover, they are not far removed from the Demon Lord. They must know the Demon Lord’s general whereabouts in order to lead the righteous path to the Demon Lord’s side.”
"You've gone to such great lengths, surely not just to help me find a parasite from the demon realm?" Xiao Wangyan asked.
"Yes and no," Ji Mofan said. "This person is ambitious and ruthless, and will go to great lengths to bring down the Demon Lord—"
"I'm afraid it's just an excuse to start a new war between immortals and demons."
"If we don't find the person quickly, the world will descend into chaos and people will suffer."
In the darkness, the air was still.
Xiao Wangyan looked at Ji Mofan for a long time before letting out a very soft laugh, "Truly worthy of being something created with the power of the original body."
For so many years, the cultivation world and the demon world have been at odds with each other yet remain independent, largely due to Xiao Wangyan's mediation.
Xiao Wangyan had experienced the great war between immortals and demons back then.
Rivers of blood and widespread suffering were more than just adjectives to him.
Centuries have passed, and the people of the Demon Realm have long forgotten the horrors of the battlefield, focusing only on venting their pent-up fighting spirit.
Previously, Xiao Wangyan had been keeping those restless little thoughts under control.
Some people have long wanted to use any means necessary to bring down this Demon Lord who has been sitting on the throne for thousands of years, so that they could take his place.
"I regret to inform you that I haven't been able to find out either." Xiao Wangyan shook his head. "Originally, I came to the cultivation world thinking that I might be able to find out something by starting with the group of righteous cultivators who ambushed me back then."
"As a result, every time they found someone, they died, and they couldn't get anything out of them."
"I wanted to find you because I didn't want to give up the demonic energy that I had thrown out, and because I thought you might remember something."
"After all, you are not a real child, but a puppet that has been created and existed for thousands of years."
"I never expected that they would erase your memories as well. You don't even know what you are."
Ji Mofan narrowed his eyes slightly.
The one who insisted that Shen Yun go and pick up the person back then was Qi Yuan, the former sect leader of the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
However, Ji Mofan repeatedly pressed him about the truth of his background, but the latter remained tight-lipped and refused to reveal it.
"What? Thinking about that old man from the Yuncang Sword Sect?" Xiao Wangyan asked.
Perhaps because he was the source of Ji Mo Fan's power, even though the two had only met a few times, he could easily guess the child's thoughts from his expression.
“You came to see me when it first happened,” Ji Mofan said without hiding anything. “But why haven’t you ever shown yourself to me in all these years since then?”
In previous years, it could be said that Xiao Wangyan did not know where Ji Mofan had been hidden.
But ever since he turned seventeen, almost everyone in the cultivation world knew his name, Ji Mofan. Xiao Wangyan must have known long ago that his little puppet had been taken in and raised by the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
Mentioning this incident made Xiao Wangyan angry. "What else could it be? It's because you, brat, dislike my demonic energy."
Jimo Fan: ......
He looked away.
This cannot be blamed on him. His rejection of Xiao Wangyan's demonic energy did not stem from his subjective will, but from the objective conditions of his body.
"However, I didn't lose out entirely, as that old man even gave me an egg to play with," Xiao Wangyan suddenly added.
Despite being much older than Qi Yuan, Xiao Wangyan kept calling him "little old man."
The topic jumped too quickly, and Ji Mofan didn't understand the logic between the two.
Xiao Wangyan seemed to be just speaking from the heart. He muttered to himself and walked towards Xie Qingya, then casually picked up Xihe, who was drunk and oblivious to the world, from his arms.
"You're really useless." He poked the little white fluffy head.
Xihe was completely drunk and confused, blowing bubbles in his hand.
Xie Qingya rarely showed any guilt, "Your alcohol tolerance is so low... Aren't you a divine beast?"
“A little cub.” Xiao Wangyan added a suffix to it, “Such a tiny little thing, and you’ve given him such a big gulp of wine, it’s no wonder he’ll sleep until tomorrow morning.”
Xie Qingya fell silent.
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