Before he could fully recover, Ji Mofan was poked on the head again by Xiao Wangyan.
“You should also be careful. Without your immortal bones, you might become ugly,” he said. “Don’t think that just because you’re only a teenager, you can become ugly in more ways than just getting old.”
Ji Mofan touched his face.
Seeing his expression as if he was frightened, Xiao Wangyan laughed for a long time before clutching his stomach and leaving.
Ji Mofan sat alone in the lounge for a while, but didn't stay long before going to the inner sect of the Xiaoling Sect.
Although he sent out the communication talisman yesterday to ask for help, the message inside was vague and didn't explicitly state what difficulties he was facing.
That's why the others who received the telepathic message were so easily silenced by his second communication.
There's only one person whose status needs to be confirmed: Xiao Wangyan. As long as he doesn't cause trouble for Qu Jin, everything will be fine.
The inner disciples of the Xiaoling Sect are in a different state today than yesterday.
Although there were still many disciples coming and going, Ji Mofan inexplicably sensed something amiss. Following his sixth sense, he released a wisp of divine consciousness and indeed detected the aura of someone else in the void.
Powerful and making no attempt to conceal his presence, besides Qu Jin, the only person who could act so brazenly within the Xiaoling Sect's territory could be someone who felt lonely.
Regardless of whether he was being monitored or not, Ji Mofan's purpose in seeking treatment from Li Jinchu remained unchanged.
"You've really dragged me into a huge mess this time," Li Jinchu complained in a distorted tone as she tossed spiritual herbs into the spring water.
"Who told you to respond to my communication talisman?" Ji Mo Fan meditated in the spring, slowly repairing his body that had been injured in yesterday's battle.
After talking with the Demon Lord, he roughly understood why he didn't have much of a problem after extracting the immortal bone.
Because this thing was originally obtained by exchanging it from someone else.
Although Ji Mofan had never heard of any cases of changing immortal bones in the past, he did know of cases of changing spiritual roots.
Some powerful families would deliberately seek out ordinary people with no power or influence but extraordinary talents, and then use coercion or bribery to extract their spiritual roots and exchange them with their own descendants using secret methods, in order to seize their talents.
Moreover, while hearing about this matter might be unreliable for Ji Mofan, it might be something that Li Jinchu sees for herself.
Li Jinchu must have figured out why he was so weak.
Although Qu Jin tried to cover up the bloodstains on him with a cleansing spell before he came out yesterday, Li Jinchu treated him all night. If he couldn't even see through this little trick, he might as well step down from his position as the chief of the Xiaoling Sect.
However, he didn't ask, probably because Mo Fan's immortal bones had been replaced for some reason, which is why they didn't have much impact on his life after being dug out.
This wasn't the whole truth, but at least this part was true, and it was enough to quell some of Li Jinchu's curiosity, so Ji Mofan didn't explain it to him anymore.
"What do you plan to do with your immortal bones?"
While Ji Mofan was still meditating, Li Jinchu suddenly changed the subject.
“Your talent is not bad. Even if some trivial matters affect your cultivation speed, it is not difficult to break through to the Mahayana stage before the age of one hundred.” He continued, “But without immortal bones, your life’s journey will end at the late Mahayana stage.”
A cold, hard wind swirled around Ji Mofan, carrying spiritual energy. The vortex gradually slowed down until it was calm and windless. Only then did he slowly open his eyes, the color in his eyes as cold and sharp as a blade.
"This is no big deal," he said softly. "Since the immortal bones can be replaced once, they can be replaced a second time."
Li Jinchu suddenly felt the temperature around him drop several degrees.
This sacred spring is built indoors, and because it is winter, warm jade has been placed around it. Logically speaking, even if you are only wearing an inner garment, you should not feel cold here.
But Li Jinchu now has a slight urge to take out a cloak and put it on herself.
He had never seen Ji Mo Fan like this before. Even when he came out of the Supreme Venerable Hall in such a disheveled state last night, he was not surrounded by such a terrifying aura.
He was rarely startled by the murderous intent emanating from others, but today Ji Mofan was an exception.
It wasn't that the killing intent was so intense that it was suffocating, but rather... this person was Ji Mo Fan.
He was Ji Mo Fan, who could calmly disarm someone even after being stabbed, and then hand the perpetrator over to the Ministry of Justice.
Who could possibly make Ji Mo Fan Hate this much?
The curiosity that had already been extinguished was now fueled anew.
When Ji Mofan drew out the immortal bone last night, he had already planned his escape route.
His ultimate goal was to cultivate to perfection and ascend to the upper realm. But because Qu Jin inexplicably interfered, he only had one path left: to perish midway through his cultivation journey.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to send out a bunch of distress signals yesterday; he could have just stood there and waited to die.
Since spiritual roots can be replaced, although I haven't heard of similar cases, they are all body parts. As long as we try our best, immortal bones can always find a new way out.
As for where to find that new way out...
A barely perceptible glint flashed in his half-closed eyes.
He himself has a special constitution, but for others, obtaining a "celestial bone" is almost equivalent to walking through the gates of hell.
Ji Mofan would never drag someone into the boiling oil if they were not related to him or had no grudge against him.
But there is one person who is perfectly suited for this kind of thing.
Separated by two lifetimes, yet bound by an indelible blood feud.
—Qi Fengyu.
Aside from him, Ji Mofan didn't think of anyone else.
On a cultivator's path to immortality, spiritual roots are tools, while immortal bones are the key. Therefore, even though Qi Fengyu's physique doesn't even meet the standards of an inner disciple of the Yun Cang Sword Sect, his immortal bones are still something he can use.
After all, he has very little value left as a person.
"Are you sure?" Li Jinchu asked him. "Once you've made a move, there's no going back. There's no turning back once you've taken that step."
Although it is unclear under what circumstances Ji Mofan's immortal bones were replaced, Li Jinchu has realized from the reality he has seen so far that the more karma one gets involved with on the path of cultivation, the slimmer the chance of reaching the end.
To take Ji Mofan himself as an example, his cultivation speed before the age of seventeen was completely different from his cultivation speed during the years after he became the chief.
This is only a responsibility. If he were to bear the weight of someone else's life and fortune, let alone whether his mind would be stable, he would probably be trapped by the other person's soul and develop inner demons on the spot.
He didn't care who Ji Mofan wanted to kill; he just felt that Ji Mofan killing someone to steal Yuan would bring him even more trouble.
“I know what you’re thinking.” Ji Mofan glanced up at him. “Don’t worry, I never do anything without a legitimate reason.”
Li Jinchu stopped trying to persuade her.
However, Ji Mo Fan's tone...
It's as if that person owed him a life, so he's going back to collect it now.
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