The main competition of the Dao Asking Tournament is not completely over yet. There are not many cultivators in the rest area right now; most of them are still injured.
There was only one tent surrounded by a large number of people, and as far as the eye could see, it was all a continuous expanse of blue sky.
After all, the rules of the competition dictate that the fight should end when the opponent has made a move, and there are so many powerful figures from the cultivation world watching from the viewing platform. These contestants must be out of their minds to fight so fiercely with others in front of everyone.
Even if there are deep-seated grudges, for many years everyone has tacitly agreed not to settle them on the arena. So far, the only cultivator in this competition to be so severely injured as the leader of the Yuncang Sword Sect is him.
However, Ji Mofan had no interest in going up to his former fellow disciples to offer them words of comfort and concern.
His gaze shifted to the side, and sure enough, he saw the black-clad rogue cultivator being led aside by the disciples of the Xiaoling Sect.
Although he won the match with an overwhelming advantage, if his opponent is seriously injured and dies, his qualification for the game will be cancelled.
Everything depends on the results from the medical staff over there.
The black-clad rogue cultivator seemed quite well-behaved.
However, he hadn't put away his magical artifact yet; the blood-stained cauldron lay beside him, though the bloodstains on it had been cleaned off completely.
However, after staring at the cauldron up close for a couple of seconds, Ji Mofan inexplicably felt a sense of unease that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Strangely, he didn't feel the same way when facing his own bamboo-breaking cauldron.
Moreover, although his understanding of alchemists was not thorough, the shape of this cauldron was very strange, and it did not seem to be a proper alchemy tool.
The ears on both sides are made to be wide and large, as if they were born to be used as meteor hammers.
As Ji Mo Fan was engrossed in studying the alchemy cauldron, he felt a gaze fall upon him.
As expected, when I looked up, my eyes met those behind the mask.
He stood in a secluded spot and deliberately concealed his presence, so he wouldn't easily be noticed.
But this rogue cultivator, whose cultivation level was two minor realms lower than his own, noticed him, even though Ji Mofan didn't even glance at him much; he kept looking at the pill cauldron.
However, since he had already been discovered, Ji Mofan didn't hide anything and walked directly to his side.
A group of Yuncang Sword Sect disciples not far away did not notice Ji Mofan walking silently. Only the Xiaoling Sect disciple standing next to the black-clad rogue cultivator greeted him.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he looked at the rogue cultivator in black and asked, "Have we met before?"
The black-clad rogue cultivator stared at him for a while, then suddenly let out a dry laugh, his voice sounding like sandpaper, hoarse and mocking.
"The Immortal Master of Jimo needs to improve his flirting skills," he said.
Ji Mo Fan frowned slightly. "I'm serious."
With memories spanning two generations, past and present, Ji Mo Fan has no recollection of ever provoking such a person.
But this person's attitude towards him was inexplicable from the very beginning. He spoke in a sarcastic tone as soon as he finished a sentence. If it weren't for the previous grudge, Ji Mofan would find it hard to explain why he would speak in such a tone.
But after his sarcastic remarks, the rogue cultivator stopped talking to him, turned his head to the side, and deliberately looked at the Yuncang Sword Sect disciple who was receiving treatment.
Jimo Fan: ......
If you have something to say, say it to my face. If you have a grudge, settle it on the spot. What kind of behavior is this, refusing to communicate?
I'm so annoyed by these riddle-solving people who never finish their sentences!
Ji Mofan rarely resorted to cheating. Taking advantage of the fact that there could be no conflict in the contestants' rest area, he simply moved his feet and stood in front of the other party, blocking his view of the Yun Cang Sword Sect disciple.
As a result, this person actually turned his gaze to the other side in order to avoid eye contact with him.
Even though there was nothing there, he tilted his head and stared blankly, clearly uncomfortable, and didn't intend to talk to anyone.
Ji Mofan's patience was almost completely exhausted by him, and for a moment he even wanted to lift his mask to see what kind of face he actually had.
But then he thought it wasn't necessary. He stared at the other person for a while, sighed, and lifted his foot as if to leave.
"...Immortal Master, are you just leaving like that?" The man asked again as he saw him about to leave.
“Since you are unwilling to communicate with me, I will not make a fool of myself.” Ji Mofan paused slightly and turned his head back. “I am not willing to force others to do things they do not want to do.”
Seeing that he really intended to leave without looking back, the black-clad rogue cultivator immediately disregarded the fact that he was being watched and was waiting for the referee's final ruling, and chased after him.
The disciples of the Xiaoling Sect standing nearby glanced at them, wanting to say something but then swallowed their words.
...Never mind, anyway, if he goes too far and doesn't get his own ruling, then he'll be the one who can't continue competing, and he'll be the one whose interests are harmed.
Anyway, I've made sure to notify everyone.
That's Ji Mofan over there, who's been causing quite a few troubles lately. He'd better not go up there and bother him.
Ji Mo Fan hadn't gone far when someone put their arm around his shoulder.
"You didn't treat people this way when you were in the Yuncang Sword Sect," the voice behind the mask said.
“I am no longer a disciple of the Yuncang Sword Sect.” Ji Mofan pointed to the Chaoming Palace disciple’s robes he was wearing, and then threw back a question, “Do you really know me?”
The black-clad rogue cultivator withdrew his hand and sized him up. "I've only heard of him, never seen him. Now that I've met him, he's nothing special."
Ji Mofan lifted his foot, intending to leave again.
"...Hey, hey, hey, can't you even take a joke?" The black-clad rogue cultivator hurriedly chased after him and blocked his way again.
“I don’t waste my breath on ugly people,” Ji Mofan said.
This man doesn't seem like the type to say anything worthwhile; he's too lazy to waste his time here.
The black-clad rogue cultivator subconsciously touched his mask, then snapped back to reality and flung his hand away, shouting, "I'm not an ugly monster!"
Jimo's reputation remains uncertain.
He initially guessed that the man might have injured his body due to some accident, after all, his voice was so strangely distinctive, not like a normal tone, but more like someone had poked his throat with a tinderbox.
Although the mask concealed his face, and even his hands were wrapped in bandages so that not a single part of them was exposed, a tiny bit of his neck was left untouched.
The collar wasn't high enough, so the smooth, fair skin under her chin overturned Ji Mofan's previous idea.
That leaves only two possibilities: either his identity is questionable, and he must conceal his appearance to avoid enemies coming to his door.
Secondly, he did not want to use his true self to dominate the martial arts world, thus concealing his identity.
To be honest, Ji Mofan wasn't interested in any of that. He just wanted to know why this person was staring at him inexplicably on the stage.
Thinking this, Ji Mofan also asked the question. The black-clad rogue cultivator remained silent for a moment, then gave him an even more inexplicable answer.
"Because you're good-looking," he said.
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