Qu Jin seemed very interested in his idea, and raised his hand to the chessboard, saying, "Then I'll leave it to you."
Ji Mo Fan took a few steps forward.
But instead of reaching for the box full of white pieces, he reached directly onto the chessboard.
With a flick of his wide sleeves, black and white stones flew everywhere.
The petals that had fallen from the branches were hit by a heavy object again, swirling and falling to the ground, where they landed on the trembling chess pieces.
Looking at the chessboard before him, which had been largely erased in an instant, Qu Jin's eyes, which had seen through a thousand years of worldly affairs, lost their usual calm and undisturbed state, and a hint of surprise flashed through them.
Ji Mofan put his hand down.
There's absolutely no need to continue this game.
The white pieces are weak, and the black pieces don't consider the white pieces as opponents at all, but rather as playthings to amuse themselves, like domesticated birds.
Break the situation?
Then let's break it.
Since no one is eating properly, then no one should eat.
This time, Qu Jin truly couldn't hold back his laughter.
His shoulders trembled, and the petals that had fallen on him slid down his clothes. He lowered his head, covered his face with one hand, and made a very unladylike, snorting sound.
This loss of composure did not last long. Ji Mofan always felt that the Xiaoling Sect was very similar to Li Jinchu in temperament, with everyone being good at creating a mask for themselves.
It's no wonder that Xu Jingwen, whose family background and talent were no less than Li Jinchu's, failed to secure the top position.
The feng shui is incompatible.
"You brat, you're really arrogant." These were actually the words of an elder scolding a younger person, but Qu Jin said them with a smile.
However, that smile made Ji Mofan feel uncomfortable.
He didn't compromise himself; if he felt uncomfortable, he simply moved away, retreating decisively to the outside of the pavilion and glancing up at the sky.
“Your Excellency, it’s getting late. I need to go back and prepare for tomorrow’s competition.” He found a reasonable excuse.
"Why are you hiding so far away? I don't eat children." Qu Jin raised his hand and beckoned to him, his expression still that of a gentle hermit.
Jimo Fan, however, was unwilling to go there.
What's wrong with these old monsters? It's one thing for the Demon Lord to treat him strangely, but he was originally created as a toy.
Qu Jin's change of attitude was quite abrupt, and if Ji Mofan remembered correctly, he had never used "this one" as a self-reference in front of so many people at the Dao Asking Conference.
He wouldn't believe a hair on his head if the person suddenly changed their tune in front of him and said it wasn't to intimidate him with their status as the Supreme Venerable.
Even so, despite having no power or influence to contend with the other party, Ji Mo Fan remained standing still, unmoved.
“Your Excellency, I am neither a disciple of the Xiaoling Sect nor have I done anything out of line. You have no reason to detain me here,” he said.
Qu Jin raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised. "When did I ever deprive you of your freedom?"
Ji Mofan lowered his eyes and kicked a chess piece at his feet.
The little stone flew a few inches away, but then defied the laws of physics and came rolling back.
“The chess pieces don’t fall randomly, and even the falling flowers aren’t the work of the wind.” Ji Mo Fan casually caught a petal. “Your Excellency’s mastery of formations is extraordinary.”
Fallen flowers and chess pieces—these seemingly ordinary things—were transformed into an array the instant Ji Mofan overturned the chessboard.
He's retreated to within three steps of the pavilion at most; otherwise, given his personality, he would have definitely said goodbye and left.
“I can see that. So what are you still standing there for? Why don’t you come closer?” Qu Jin’s smile deepened.
The aura that made Ji Mofan feel extremely uncomfortable became even stronger.
The discomfort was so intense that even the spiritual energy within the body was clamoring to resist and escape, and the Snow Sword at the waist emitted a faint sword hum.
He even became somewhat impatient with his own sword, which was quite out of control.
The pressure of his teeth on the tip of his tongue brought him back to his senses with pain.
This wasn't his emotion, but rather the formation beneath his feet amplified it.
"Don't bite, it hurts."
The moment he regained consciousness, Ji Mofan felt his chin touch someone else's warmth. His bones were clamped, and his gaze was forced upward. He was forced to look up at Qu Jin from a height.
This person had gotten up from the pavilion at some point and walked up to him at such close range.
The hem of the dark outer robe fluttered lightly, like the wings of some animal, as if it wanted to encircle him in its arms, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.
The taste of blood spread through his mouth, and the pain forced Ji Mofan to loosen his grip. Blood stained his lips and teeth, and was then ground against his calloused fingertips.
"Clang!"
Unable to endure any longer, the Snow Embracing Sword flew out first, its cold light flashing, and slashed down fiercely as if to cut off that finger.
Qu Jin let go.
Ji Mofan immediately spun around and moved away, standing at the farthest distance he could go within the array's range.
The array intensified his emotions, to the point that even small movements easily made his breathing unsteady. The lingering sensation at the corner of his mouth sent chills down his spine, and he raised his hand to rub it hard.
"Even the Supreme Venerable One has moments of frivolity."
Qu Jin stood there motionless, his blood-stained fingertips rubbing together. The gesture was unsettling, as if he were recalling the sensation from before.
Ji Mofan was in a very bad mood; he even had the urge to tear off all the skin that had just been touched.
Silently reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra in my heart, I was able to suppress it by a little bit.
The person in front of him had been in the late Mahayana stage for a long time. Even if two of them stood up against him, it would be of no use given Ji Mo Fan's current strength.
He didn't expect this person to attack him so easily.
After all, his public image has always been that of a refined and otherworldly hermit, so there's no reason for him to have any strange thoughts about a junior he's just met.
But when they met face to face, Ji Mofan felt that the person in front of him probably didn't follow any kind of reasoning in his actions.
Like the black pieces in the previous game, he was hooking the white pieces not to win, but purely out of malice.
"Many people must have wanted to tease such an interesting junior like you, right?" Whether he was afraid that Ji Mofan would fight to the death or simply had no interest in pressing his advantage for the time being, Qu Jin stood there without moving, only looking up at him with a warm smile.
What's so interesting about this? If there's something wrong with him, can't he just change it?
Ji Mo Fan took a deep breath. "What brings you here, Venerable One?"
The newcomer seemed hostile. Ji Mofan's eyes flickered slightly, but his grip on the Yongxue sword loosened.
To Qu Jin, this sword was no different from a child's toy. If a life-or-death conflict were to erupt, the only way he could find a glimmer of hope was...
Immortal bones carrying a sliver of the power of the Heavenly Dao.
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