The player who draws the number will have a number card on their right, which they need to wear in a visible place on their body during the game.
Since Jimo Fan was left out, he didn't need to take anything and could just turn around and leave.
He didn't say much, but simply cupped his hands and bowed to the Xiaoling Sect disciple in front of him.
It wasn't a coincidence that I drew an empty lot; it was because I noticed his gaze before I reached out my hand.
He took out the lot he was looking at, and sure enough, it was an empty lot that would grant him a bye.
Even though Li Jinchu wasn't present, he still managed to get the people there to help Ji Mofan secretly carry out such a huge scheme in front of everyone.
However, it's hard to say whether Li Jinchu had his own selfish motives.
After all, a significant portion of the audience was probably there specifically for Ji Mofan. If he pulls off an upset in today's match, it's uncertain whether tomorrow's tickets will sell as well.
Today they're just calling for a "redraw," but tomorrow they might be calling for a "refund."
Now that he is the chief disciple of the Xiaoling Sect, he naturally needs to consider the sect's interests in everything he does. The Dao Inquiry Conference is not only a stage for cultivators to make a name for themselves, but also a business.
Knowing that Ji Mofan had encountered an accident, Li Jinchu naturally wanted to figure out a way to make amends.
The reason why things turned out that way in his previous life was largely because Ji Mo Fan was not injured during the Dao Asking Conference.
He has fought so many rounds in this life, and to suddenly be eliminated from the stage is not only a source of regret for him, but also for the audience.
What? For the Xiaoling Sect, a ticket priced at five spirit stones can't buy anything?
Haha, guess where those middlemen with the tickets got their goods from?
No one knows how many of the spirit stones that were received went to the Xiaoling Sect, how many went to the Li family, or how many went to Li Jinchu's private treasury.
He's been working tirelessly on this matter, so it's only right that he gets a cut.
Blocking out the chaotic noises behind him, Ji Mofan simply bid farewell to the disciples of Chaoming Palace beside him and returned to the rest area prepared by Xiaoling Sect for the contestants.
As soon as he entered, he saw Xiao Wangyan hanging in a chair eating berries.
Yes, it's hanging, and that posture is really quite difficult.
With two long legs draped over the back of the chair and its head hanging upside down over the outside of the chair, it was popping berries into its mouth one by one.
"...Does eating them this way make the berries sweeter?" Ji Mofan felt his head throb even more.
Xiao Wangyan remained motionless, popping a dark red berry into his mouth. "I haven't asked you yet, where did you go all night yesterday?"
Ji Mofan sat down at the table, and his hand reaching for the teapot was blocked by a wisp of demonic energy from Xiao Wangyan. He made a few hand gestures on the teapot to heat the tea before flicking his finger to make the teapot pour tea for Ji Mofan by itself.
"Something unexpected happened." Ji Mofan took a sip of tea. "I was ambushed by the Supreme Venerable in the Xiaoling Sect."
Xiao Wangyan's eyes widened instantly. "Why did you go and provoke him?"
He received a communication talisman from Ji Mofan late last night, but before he could react, a second talisman telling him not to go flew over.
Xiao Wangyan thought at the time that this little rascal was probably just playing a trick on him.
Seeing how listless he looked today made me realize that last night's prank wasn't real.
Ji Mofan was not in a good mood to talk, but he had to explain what happened last night to Xiao Wangyan as soon as possible, so he could only lie there and slowly utter one word at a time.
Xiao Wangyan chuckled, "Old man, you've been in the cultivation world for too long, so you think you're invincible? You dare to touch anything."
"Don't get angry." Ji Mofan pushed the teapot towards him. "He is the Supreme Venerable, and you are the Demon Lord. If the two of you have any conflict, it will not only be a matter between the two of you, but a major event for both realms."
So last night, although he sent out a bunch of SOS messages, after receiving a response from Li Jinchu, he immediately asked the others to wait patiently for his message.
He knew, of course, that only the Demon Lord could make Qu Jin restrain himself, but if Xiao Wangyan were to clash with the Supreme Venerable, it would mean that the world would be thrown into chaos.
Even knowing all this, he still wrote Xiao Wangyan's name in that communication talisman last night.
After all, it would be terrible if something happened to him. Regardless of whether the world is in chaos or not, he has to get his life back first before worrying about anything else.
Xiao Wangyan finally straightened himself up from the chair, stretched, and casually touched the back of Ji Mofan's neck.
Although the wound has healed, there is a dent in the skin and flesh, and the area where the immortal bone should have been is empty, with uneven scars to the touch.
"What a pity, I went to so much trouble to get you this opportunity to become a celestial being." He withdrew his hand, his expression revealing little regret.
"It seems the heavens are not allowing you to ascend, which is perfect, as you can stay by my side from now on."
Ji Mofan slapped away the hand that was on the back of his neck. "You mean, this immortal bone isn't mine?"
Xiao Wangyan rubbed his fingers together. Perhaps because of his ice spirit root, the residual temperature was lower than that of an ordinary person.
"Otherwise what? Lu Tong's puppetry ultimately creates inanimate objects. He never imagined that there would be a free man like the original body in later generations who would accept and modify them, let alone try to leave behind a connection to immortality."
"I don't even have a spot for ascension myself, where am I going to allocate one for you?"
Ji Mofan took out the dried-up immortal bone from his Qiankun bag and placed it neatly on the table.
"Where did you get this from?" he asked.
Xiao Wangyan remained silent for a moment, then shook his head. "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."
Jimo Fan: ......
What difference does it make whether I said it or not?
Without any evidence, the image of Qi Yuan, the little old man, subconsciously popped into his mind.
“You incubate his eggs, and he will give you a piece of immortal bone.” Thinking of this, Ji Mofan gently rubbed his chin.
"I wonder which of you two came out on top."
"I've suffered a huge loss, okay?" Xiao Wangyan clenched his fist. "I raised that egg for him, and he even took my toy to play with."
"He deserves to have that ugly old man's face."
Ji Mofan's eyes flickered slightly.
Even though it was the old man who was being scolded, he should have said something to defend him at least a little bit...
One of the reasons for this incident was that he subconsciously felt a repulsion towards Xiao Wangyan's spiritual energy.
So Ji Mofan simply changed the subject, "Didn't he choose to stay young at that age?"
"Who would want to look that ugly?" Xiao Wangyan waved his hand as if shooing away flies. "If a piece of bone is missing, especially the most important one, and it doesn't affect his body at all, then he's really hit the jackpot."
Jimo Fan: ......
Well, all those reasons he gave the old man turned out to be his own.
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