Within a circular space with a radius of two meters, lay an unconscious cultivator. The cultivators of the Xiaoling Sect rushed forward in a panic to provide emergency care to the injured cultivator.
Xiao Wangyan sighed softly, "That's really ruthless."
Ji Mofan's gaze lingered there for a moment before returning to the arena.
Most of the matches on the arena were unaffected, so the black-clad monk standing alone in the arena was particularly eye-catching amidst the many matches still in progress.
He still held the huge cauldron in his hand, the flashes of spiritual energy flowing along its patterns, and blood dripping down, winding a terrifying crimson line at his feet.
It looks like the injured cultivator was sent flying from the arena into the audience by him.
In the arena, swords and spears have no eyes, and it's not uncommon for someone to accidentally lose their temper and injure another person.
—But the injured person was from the Yuncang Sword Sect.
Moreover, he is the sect leader for this mission, and his cultivation level is at the early Nascent Soul stage.
The two contestants were of similar cultivation levels, and both even had a single spiritual root. Logically, such an overwhelming victory should not have occurred.
Moreover, beating someone to such an extent is less an accident and more akin to seeking revenge and venting anger.
But this scene clearly didn't happen in my previous life.
I have a vague memory of that Yun Cang Sword Sect disciple, Ji Mo Fan; he was also in the team participating in the Dao Inquiry Tournament in my previous life. But instead of being seriously injured in the competition, he steadily made it to the last day of the competition and achieved a good ranking on the list of famous scholars.
As for the strange rogue cultivator who had severely injured him...
Ji Mofan had no recollection of it at all, since he was forced to go home on the first day of his previous life and only heard about the achievements of his own sect's disciples.
Is he targeting this individual disciple of the Yuncang Sword Sect, or the entire Yuncang Sword Sect?
That uncomfortable gaze came again.
Ji Mofan's gaze met his unexpectedly. On his face, which was covered by a black mask, only his eyes were chilling.
Even Ji Mofan couldn't help but frown.
Having lived two lives, he had witnessed countless heinous crimes, yet such an expression was extremely rare even among them.
This reminded him of the look in Qi Fengyu's eyes when he saw her wielding her sword before he died.
Like a sharp blade, it looks like it could cut off a piece of flesh.
The bigger commotion on the contestants' side was naturally that of the Yuncang Sword Sect. Their leader was injured, and it looked like he was seriously injured. Not only would they have to stop here in this Dao Inquiry Tournament, but it seemed that he would even have to worry about whether he could continue cultivating in the future.
But the strange rogue cultivator didn't even glance at him, his gaze fixed straight on Ji Mofan's position.
Ji Mofan withdrew his gaze from the Yun Cang Sword Sect and unconsciously narrowed his eyes.
He had initially thought this person was only after him, but now it seemed that he probably had some connection with the Yuncang Sword Sect.
But now that he has left the sect and even joined the Chaoming Palace, why does this person still harbor such great hostility towards him?
The mystery remained unsolved, and the rogue cultivator was taken away by the referee on the sidelines, so Ji Mofan could no longer see him.
The unlucky cultivator who was thrown into the audience was lucky, or perhaps the rogue cultivator who attacked him showed mercy. The medical cultivators of the Xiaoling Sect rushed to his aid in a chaotic battle and managed to bring him back to consciousness in no time.
A group of people hurriedly escorted the person to the athletes' rest area.
Some Yuncang Sword Sect cultivators who were not competing today also hurriedly left the contestants' seats, making the area between Changfeng Valley and Lingfeng Music Hall much more spacious.
Even though there were three contestant zones, the sounds from Changfeng Valley reached Chaoming Palace.
It was nothing more than a moment of schadenfreude.
Without a leader who was at least reasonably capable, it's uncertain whether the Yuncang Sword Sect can even maintain its position among the top five sects or rank among the hundred immortal sects.
After all, even though the Sword Sect is much more populous now than it was a few years ago, more than 90% of its disciples joined in the last four years. Moreover, half of them are miscellaneous spiritual roots who are hoping to find a heaven-defying opportunity to change their fate here, and they stay here only as menial disciples.
Even the oldest group of people are only sixteen or seventeen years old now. Even if they are exceptionally talented, none of them can rival the geniuses of Ji Mo Fan four years ago.
Changfeng Valley was even advising Yuncang Sword Sect to return home as soon as possible.
The Yuncang Sword Sect could only dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
Although they couldn't physically fight from the players' seats... the problem was they couldn't win an argument either.
There are many more people in Changfeng Valley than they are now!
Immediately, countless eyes couldn't help but turn to the back of the figure that had been standing in front of them.
I didn't know how good my senior brother was when I was young... I only realized how much I loved him when he was gone!
Back when their senior brother was still around, even though they weren't on good terms with Changfeng Valley, as long as their senior brother was present, the disciples of Changfeng Valley would be more cautious and wouldn't cause such a scene!
Looking back now, it's because they acknowledged the senior brother's strength, so they wouldn't include him in their insults when mocking others.
But now that their senior brother is no longer there to shield them like an umbrella, the fierce winds and torrential rains of Changfeng Valley are pelting down on them.
I'm so sad, so helpless, I wish my senior brother would come back and hold an umbrella for them...
Ji Mofan was not unaware of the deeply mournful gaze behind him.
In the past, he would have felt sorry for them and would have taken the initiative to step forward as a peacemaker, using his own reputation to mediate the conflict between the two sides.
But now... on what grounds?
These ingrates! When he was in the sect, they never showed the slightest gratitude for his efforts. Now that he's left and doesn't care about them anymore, they've suddenly started sticking to him like glue.
It wasn't that I was thinking about how good he was as a person, but rather about how hard he had worked and never complained.
He could even clearly sense a hint of resentment in those mournful gazes.
What are you complaining about? Are you complaining that he didn't save people from danger in time?
But was it Ji Mofan who caused their predicament?
His only mistake was bringing this group of completely unworthy individuals onto the stage of the Dao Asking Conference.
Once the competition is over and the various sects of the immortal sects are re-ranked, the Yun Cang Sword Sect should return to where it belongs.
Forcibly plastering mud onto a wall will cause trouble.
As his thoughts drifted to this point, Ji Mofan couldn't help but wonder if the rogue cultivator who took the pill cauldron had some grudge against the Yun Cang Sword Sect that he was unaware of, and why he was being given such a resentful look. Could it be that the grudge originated from the fact that he had been too ostentatious with his sect?
With no more matches involving him, Ji Mofan simply got up from the players' area and left, thinking he could find a chance to meet that rogue cultivator.
Xiao Wangyan wanted to follow him when he saw him leaving, but Ji Mofan stopped him.
He wasn't going to fight.
Besides, the other party is only a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage; if they really fought, it's uncertain who would win or lose.
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