The good news is that the disciple from the Yuncang Sword Sect ultimately pulled through.
Nan Xun will not be disqualified from the competition because she has a blood on her hands.
In the arena, swords and spears have no eyes, so being seriously injured is not entirely unexpected, since the organizers had already made each contestant sign a waiver of life and death when they registered.
It's good that he's not dead.
Today's competition has ended, and half of the hundreds of cultivators who originally passed the level have been eliminated. Among them, a considerable number of those who passed the level with varying degrees of injuries are currently receiving treatment in the rest area. The number of people who can actually participate tomorrow will definitely be reduced even further.
Ji Mofan went over, showed his face, and then left alone again.
Chaoming Palace performed quite well this time. Apart from a young, newly initiated disciple who was only there to broaden his horizons and was eliminated today, the remaining dozen or so contestants all advanced to the third day of competition.
The Xiaoling Sect did not prepare a rest area for the audience, so those who came to watch the ceremony but were not involved had to find a place to rest nearby on their own. However, the elders and sect leaders of various sects were accommodated, and some were even placed in the inner sect of the Xiaoling Sect.
As a contestant, Ji Mofan did not have a disciple token, so he could only wander around the outer gate and could not enter the inner gate.
But who can blame him for having connections?
A communication talisman was thrown out, and before an incense stick could burn, a gust of wind shimmering with jewels blew in the twilight.
"Why did you suddenly decide to look for me?" Li Jinchu was still acting all affected, holding a folding fan that Ji Mofan had never seen before, with a brilliant agate inlaid at the end of the fan ribs.
"Friends have come from afar, aren't you going to do your part as a host?" Ji Mofan didn't directly mention what he wanted to do.
Li Jinchu paused slightly in the hand that was waving the fan, then smiled again, "Yes, it's only right."
The Xiaoling Sect occupies a much larger area than the Yuncang Sword Sect, and has a much larger number of disciples. Especially recently, because of the Dao Inquiry Conference, the disciples were given a holiday, and without the worries of homework, there were many more people wandering around.
"I thought you'd be cooped up in your room, making the most of every minute to cultivate," Li Jinchu said casually to Ji Mofan, half a step ahead.
"The string shouldn't be stretched too tight," said Ji Mofan.
“That’s right. The competition is just around the corner. There’s no point in cramming at the last minute. We might as well let things take their course.” As Li Jinchu spoke, she noticed that Ji Mofan seemed a little absent-minded. Turning her head, she saw him glancing at the two disciples who had just passed by them.
He glanced in that direction, then knowingly snapped his folding fan shut. "Have you read any of the popular storybooks lately?"
Ji Mofan looked up, his eyes filled with only bewilderment.
He basically hasn't seen it.
When he was the chief editor, he would occasionally make an example of someone and confiscate a few books, but he would only glance at the title and put them aside. He wasn't interested in these stories full of fantasy.
Now that he has stepped down from his post and is a newcomer to the Chaoming Palace, he has even less right to take other people's stories.
Jiang Shiyun had given him a few books before, but seeing that he seemed uninterested, she quickly gave up.
"What's wrong with storybooks?" he asked.
Li Jinchu's expression was somewhat strange, as if he wanted to laugh but felt he shouldn't. "Some stories about you have been circulating widely lately..."
Ji Mo Fan didn't care about this matter.
Four years ago, when he first rose to fame, he was indeed a little bothered by being the subject of gossip, but now that so much time has passed, he has long since gotten used to it.
Previously, his relationship with Fang Xuan, Qi Fengyu, and Lin Ju'an was rumored to be all over the place, and in some places, he even deliberately stirred up trouble.
But looking at Li Jinchu's appearance, something suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Besides me, the other main character wouldn't be you, would it?" Ji Mofan asked subconsciously.
Li Jinchu chuckled softly—or rather, gave a cold snort—"Those writers are incredibly fast. We've only been back from the Demon Realm for a short time, and already there are over ten versions of speculation flying around."
"This time, Fang Xian escaped a disaster," he said.
That's true. After all, apart from Ji Mofan and Li Jinchu, and at most Sheng Xi, no one knew that the bandaged weirdo was Fang Xuan.
Who would have thought that the person who is usually the most restless would pretend to be mute for so many days?
"...But that doesn't mean you'd get so excited that you'd whisper around just because you saw me talking to you." Ji Mofan didn't know how to comment, and after a moment of silence, he could only sigh.
Those two people thought they were far enough away and their voices were low enough, but little did they know that their whispers were heard by the whole world.
Couldn't you have avoided people a little?
They didn't do anything special; they just walked on the main road with normal social distancing. Even if there was some unspeakable relationship between them, they wouldn't do anything out of line under the watchful eyes of others.
Even if these people don't understand Ji Mo Fan, how could they not understand their own senior brother?
"Before I could even congratulate you, Senior Brother Li has been officially appointed as the chief disciple of the Xiaoling Sect." With that thought in mind, Ji Mofan added belatedly.
Li Jinchu held a folding fan against his head as he prepared to bow, the fan ribs feeling icy cold as they touched his forehead.
“You’re making it sound like you’re mocking me,” he said.
He just resigned from his position as chief executive officer, and now he's offering his congratulations.
Ji Mofan was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to raise his head or continue bowing. He couldn't think of a good way to react, so he simply lifted his eyelids and glanced at him questioningly.
Li Jinchu stood facing the light, the warm glow of the sunset draped over him, making even the cold, dark color seem to soften.
—Or perhaps it's because he has so many jewels on him that it's hard for the black to be completely black.
However, compared to those bright, sparkling gems, Li Jinchu's eyes appeared quite dark. The emotions hidden within were unfathomable, like undercurrents at the bottom of the sea, causing an inexplicable sense of unease.
In the end, Li Jinchu was the first to put down his hand, and coughed lightly with his folding fan against his nose. "Where did you learn that? Your eyes look like a little rascal's."
Oh my god, this little ice cube is getting more and more unconsciously affectionate as it grows up.
Who taught him to look at people from this perspective?
A person as aloof as moonlight was suddenly struck by a hint of vulnerability.
It's a bit incongruous, but this expression is so rare that it makes your heart race.
I met him briefly at the Dao Asking Conference four years ago. He was a young kid with great talent, but his strength was not yet ranked.
Four years later, why is the Yun Cang Sword Sect now in such a state?
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