I'm not sure what it is, but I'm certain it's not a good thing.
Qu Jin is really something else. Even after inflicting such a serious injury on himself right in front of him, he still couldn't rest easy and called his servants over to finish him off.
Just how much does she hate Ji Mofan?
Just as I lifted Xiao Jin to sit down on the steps by the door, a whooshing sound came from not far away.
The sword light pierced the cold wind of the winter night, and Ji Mofan looked up to see a shooting star fall in front of him.
Oh, no, it's just that this person was so dazzling that it blinded him for a moment.
"What are you doing dressed up like a lantern in the middle of the night?" He couldn't stand it anymore and raised his hand to cover his glasses.
"I was just reading a book when I received your message, so I came over to check it out." Li Jinchu jumped down from her sword. She had been walking leisurely when she approached, but she was taken aback when she saw Ji Mofan's expression.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Ji Mofan waved his hand, "Take me to your medical cultivator."
With the Dao Asking Conference about to be held, most of the logistics personnel of the Xiaoling Sect have been transferred there, leaving only a few behind in their own sect.
Ji Mofan's injury isn't too serious; he can still run and jump. But it's not insignificant either; if left untreated, he'll die soon.
Most of the medical cultivators who stayed behind were outer disciples with little ability. Given Ji Mofan's appearance, it was even more inconvenient for too many people to see him. So Li Jinchu simply granted him the privilege of being the chief disciple and sent him to recuperate in a private spiritual spring.
Soaking in the pool of spiritually rich water, Ji Mo Fan felt as if his body, which had almost died, was once again being nourished by sweet rain.
However, restoring to one's former state is no easy task. Removing the immortal bone is equivalent to losing half of one's life. Even if it is restored, the body may not be able to match its former peak.
But there is some news that may or may not be good: although he used that power of the Heavenly Dao, his spiritual platform and spiritual root were not affected. Apart from becoming dry and withered due to lack of water, they were still alive.
"Are you even human?" Li Jinchu sat by the pond and threw a spiritual herb onto Ji Mofan's head.
The little grass flicked on Ji Mofan's forehead, then fell into the water with a plop and melted into a patch of bright green medicinal liquid.
Li Jinchu didn't mean to insult anyone; he genuinely wanted to ask if Ji Mofan wasn't even a person.
He had never heard of anyone whose immortal bones had been extracted and who could still be so lively and energetic.
Although it was just a wilted little thing, it was as lively and energetic as a flower that had been almost killed by the sun.
But if it were anyone else, they would have withered by now, right?
Jimo Fan: ......
How would he know?
If he hadn't thought he was about to faint on the spot, he wouldn't have broken the barrier and immediately sent out so many communication talismans.
It's kind of awkward that he's still so energetic.
“That’s definitely not a person.” There was no room for argument, so Ji Mofan nodded.
The only explanation is that his body is unusual; he is not an ordinary person at all, but a puppet.
Puppets are inherently unaware of hunger, cold, or pain. As long as their master gives the order, they can continue charging forward even with broken arms and legs, oblivious to the danger.
Even if you only have a piece of bone left, as long as you don't break the drive center, you can still move, let alone dislocate a piece of bone.
However, this leads to...
Ji Mofan touched his spiritual center.
How did he die after his golden core was removed in his previous life?
Did Lu Tong place the drive center here during the casting process?
No wonder, no matter how badly he was injured elsewhere, he always managed to hold on until he returned to the sect for treatment.
He still thought he was lucky, that he was seriously injured but still had a glimmer of hope.
It's a case of not being truly alive, but not really dead either.
Li Jinchu did not press further about Ji Mofan's true identity.
He usually doesn't like to be aggressive; he prefers things to be offered to him by others.
He tossed precious spiritual herbs one by one into the spiritual spring water in front of him like skipping stones, without even blinking.
The Li family is wealthy. These spiritual herbs are just a bit troublesome to cultivate, but they are not particularly rare. As long as you have money, you can obtain them inexhaustibly.
Just as Ji Mo Fan felt sweat starting to bead on his forehead, the first rays of dawn broke in the east.
His depleted spiritual energy was replenished, and he surprisingly felt that his body was not seriously injured.
Except for the fact that there was indeed a hollow space at the back of his neck, where a piece of bone had been removed.
The spine, stripped of its immortal aura, looked ordinary, lacking luster and with an uneven surface, appearing rather unremarkable.
"I probably won't be able to participate in today's Dao Asking Conference," Ji Mo Fan sighed.
In his previous life, he suffered a crushing defeat in this Dao Asking Tournament, being knocked off the stage by an unknown rogue cultivator. This became a deep-seated problem for him after his rebirth. He had originally planned to overcome all difficulties and find a way to win a place in this tournament.
But some predetermined fates are simply unchangeable, and he will be absent again.
I wonder if Fang Xian will still give the Supreme Venerable a hard time.
"What about tomorrow?" Li Jinchu asked him.
Ji Mofan was taken aback. "What?"
The Dao Asking Tournament uses an elimination system, so if you didn't participate in the previous round, you naturally can't advance to the next level. If you don't participate today, you'll be automatically eliminated tomorrow.
"I heard that the number of contestants who passed this time seems to be odd." Li Jinchu tilted her head and rested her chin on her hand, smiling like a fox who had stolen someone else's child.
"The tradition of previous tournaments is to create a blank draw card. The player who draws that card will get a bye in one game and advance directly to the next game."
Ji Mo Fan's eyebrows shot up several degrees. "Young Master Li, are you going to help me cheat?"
He wasn't the only cultivator who had to miss the race after clearing it due to injury or other reasons. Even without injury, it was quite rare to get a day to catch one's breath in such a busy schedule.
But Li Jinchu's words seemed to mean more than just reminding him of the rule; she was certain that he would get the spot.
“Even if the number of people who pass the test is odd, you can’t guarantee that the number of cultivators entering the Dao Inquiry Tournament arena this morning will also be odd,” Ji Mofan said.
“No problem, everyone has accidents.” Li Jinchu waved his hand casually. “You had an accident in the Xiaoling Sect’s territory, so I have to take full responsibility to be proper.”
He has plenty of money, but nothing else. Picking someone from among those who advanced—someone from a poor family—and using money to secure a spot would be no problem at all.
Jimo Fan remained silent.
Since Li Jinchu has already said all this, it would seem ungrateful of him to refuse again.
Moreover, it's obvious that Li Jinchu wouldn't resort to dirty tricks like intentional assault to solve the problem, because there's no need; he has plenty of leverage.
Since no one is harmed in this matter, let's just do it.
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