The team leader stood there stunned for a long time until his fellow disciple patted him on the shoulder and reminded him that it was time to get ready to go onto the arena.
By then, Ji Mo Fan had already returned to his seat in the Chaoming Hall.
But he felt that the internal struggle within him had not yet ended.
Even if he frantically makes excuses for himself and for the Yun Cang Sword Sect, one important point cannot be denied: Ji Mo Fan is indeed not comfortable here.
He received nothing but the title of chief disciple.
People naturally strive for better opportunities. After leaving Yuncang Sword Sect, Ji Mofan was able to find a place that was no worse than his former employer. They had no grounds to keep him.
Our connection probably truly ended here.
Ji Mofan sat in the contestant's seat, his mood unaffected by the conversation with his former classmate.
He has put the past behind him. If he cares about anything, it's not because he cares about past friendships, but because he remembers the glory and resources he once worked so hard for the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
He used to be grateful for the life-saving grace, so he considered those things as repayment for that life. He figured keeping them was fine, since arguing about it would only waste energy and wasn't worth it.
But after learning another story from the Demon Lord, he suddenly felt that what he had given away before was not worth it.
Even if he hadn't been picked up by Shen Yun that day, the Demon Lord, who came upon hearing the news, would have taken him away.
He won't lose his life so easily.
As a result, the filter of gratitude for saving his life seemed to have faded a bit, and coupled with the unpleasant entanglement of these guys, Ji Mofan's emotions, which had been extinguished, were now burning fiercely again.
Not to mention that Qi Fengyu is still in the Yuncang Sword Sect.
Previously, Ji Mofan had no intention of arguing with Qi Fengyu, a sickly man who was not going to live long. Anyway, without him sucking blood for him, the kid wouldn't live much longer.
But what can you do when Qi Fengyu from his previous life has returned just like him?
It wasn't just Qi Fengyu, who was full of bad intentions and secretly sabotaged him throughout his life.
Instead, it was Qi Fengyu, who had once pierced his soul with the Xiaoxiang Sword, truly separated by a blood feud.
If he could easily let go of this level of grudge, then he would probably soon have inner demons resurfacing in his mind.
The battle situation on the arena was similar to that of Ji Mofan's group earlier.
Large sects can cultivate exceptionally talented juniors, but small sects may not be able to. Even if the overall quality of their disciples is better than that of independent cultivators, there may not be a significant difference between them, given that independent cultivators have already undergone a round of selection.
However, Fang Xuan was luckier than Ji Mo Fan in this round, at least he didn't draw an equally matched opponent.
In less than three moves, he knocked his opponent off the stage. Before the timer candles had even burned a tenth of their length, the fight was over.
When he returned to the players' seat, his face was full of boredom.
Some people are truly unaware of their good fortune.
The competition will be held over several days. After the first day eliminates 90% of the contestants, the main event of each competition will begin on the second day.
The Xiaoling Sect is very wealthy and generous, and actually prepared a separate rest room for each disciple who passed the preliminary selection. The space is not large, but it is definitely enough to rest.
Ji Mofan was assigned to live in the same place as the disciples of Chaoming Palace. The tents were similar to those he had seen Xiaoling Sect use when he was in Chen'ai Secret Realm. They were small and unremarkable on the outside, but lifting the curtain would reveal a hidden world of crafted artifacts.
The arrangement was as expected, but the only unexpected thing was that the Demon Lord insisted on squeezing into this small rest area with him.
“It’s only natural for a master to live with his little puppet, isn’t it?” Xiao Wangyan said confidently.
“But look at me, how do I look like a puppet?” Ji Mofan retorted. “Even the seal that Master Lu branded on me has been erased. If you take me apart, I am a complete flesh and blood body. There is no master-servant contract between us.”
Xiao Wangyan poked his forehead with his finger, "You little bastard, you used me and then threw me aside, didn't you?"
"You begged me to come and help you today just a few days ago, and you were all so sweet-talking, calling me 'Master' during the day. And now, only a few hours later, you're going to go back on your word?"
Ji Mo Fan shoved his hand away, "Master."
Xiao Wangyan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
This little broken puppet...this little broken puppet!
She always said something surprising when he least expected it, leaving him with a burning anger that he didn't know where to vent.
At that moment, he didn't even notice how loud the blow Ji Mofang had made to the back of his hand was; his mind was unconsciously replaying the two words he had just uttered several times.
By the time he came to his senses, Ji Mofan was no longer even in the room.
My mind went blank as I vaguely remembered that he seemed to have said a couple of words to me before he left, but at that moment my brain hadn't processed it at all, and I just nodded.
Xiao Wangyan originally wanted to turn around and go out to look for someone, but after taking two steps, he felt something was wrong, so he turned back and sat down, and also drank several mouthfuls of Ji Mofan's tea.
What's the rush? Surely Ji Mofan won't be leaving? This is the Daoist Inquiry Conference he's been longing for.
Besides, he is the master; what kind of master chases after a little puppet around?
He took out a handful of berries from his storage bag and popped one into his mouth.
Ouch... I accidentally bit into the pit, it's so bitter.
*
Ji Mofan walked alone under the night sky, away from the rest area where the players gathered, and strolled into a grove of trees further away.
The trees in the forest are lush and leafy, and tonight the moon is bright but the stars are few; we have not seen a sliver of moonlight as we have walked.
After walking for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the scene before us finally opened up.
The shimmering lake reflects the bright moonlight, and scattered stars seem to dance on the water's surface, creating a scene both lively and serene.
A person stood quietly at the edge of the lake.
"Why did you call me to a place like this in the middle of the night?" The sound of crunching leaves stopped a few meters behind the person, a social distance that was convenient for conversation yet safe enough.
"Xu Jingwen".
The person whose name was called slowly turned around. The pale moonlight shone on his face, making him appear even less blood-red than he had been during the day, almost like a ghost.
Jimo Fan is not afraid of ghosts.
A person who has died once has no prejudice against ghosts.
What's frightening is the person himself, not his state of being.
“I thought you wouldn’t believe me,” Xu Jingwen said.
Ji Mofan raised his hand, and a piece of paper floated out from his palm. "After today's arena match, put this in my sleeve."
The small note with writing on it slowly drifted down, and suddenly a flame shot up, scorching him into small pieces of black ash, which were scattered by the wind.
Ji Mofan raised an eyebrow. "Is this the destruction of evidence?"
"Just in case." Xu Jingwen shrugged. "If you didn't trust me, would you have dared to come to this appointment alone?"
“I don’t think you would do anything stupid that wouldn’t benefit you at this time,” Ji Mofan said. “With the Dao Asking Tournament approaching, if any contestant has a problem during the competition, the Xiaoling Sect will investigate it thoroughly.”
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