Ji Mofan had to deal with more than just this one person. Before he could completely shake off Yue Xiu's music, a whooshing sound suddenly came from behind him.
His body's reaction was slightly sluggish due to the noise, and as he reflexively leaped to avoid it, he brushed past the seemingly light and graceful water sleeve.
Flying in mid-air, Ji Mofan couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.
The female cultivators of Jiangxue Palace are adept at concealing their murderous intent with a gentle exterior.
Although the music was mostly masked by Yue Xiu's zither playing, Ji Mo Fan could clearly hear the fine, crisp metallic sound of the water sleeves as they swung. It seemed the sleeves were likely carrying a heavy object like a lead ball; being hit by such a thing would be no joke.
Those who were besieging him didn't care about anything else. Before Ji Mofan could even land from mid-air, the next attack came crashing down from an extremely tricky direction.
Ji Mo Fanren was in mid-air with no way to avoid the attack. He had no choice but to pull the Yongxue Sword, which was lying in front of him, behind him and withstand the attack.
The blade emitted a heavy, dull thud, and he could almost feel that the blade of the sword, Yongxue, had probably undergone a rather exaggerated deformation.
Even though he had already dissipated some of the force, the remaining force still slammed him hard to the ground from mid-air. He desperately twisted his waist before landing, his legs almost completely straightened in the air, barely managing to touch the ground with his toes.
He bounced on the ground once, then finally adjusted his posture and landed steadily.
Seeing who launched the attack, he almost laughed in anger. "Meng Xianjiang, haven't you had enough of the loss you suffered at my hands last time?"
Most of the people on the Celebrity Ranking are familiar faces, and Meng Xianjiang in front of me is so familiar that he's practically burnt to a crisp.
Before participating in the Dao Asking Conference at the age of seventeen, Ji Mofan knew almost no other cultivators outside of the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
However, Meng Xianjiang was an exception. He met him by chance in the secret realm when he first went out for training with the sect in Jimo Fan.
At that time, Ji Mofan was not even ten years old, just a little kid in the Qi Refining stage, but he could already wield an iron sword almost as tall as himself and fight monsters with his senior brothers and sisters.
When he was a child, his older classmates took good care of him. When they went out with him, they wouldn't let him do anything too strenuous. They would usually put him in a relatively safe position when everyone rushed at him, and he would move his sword and swing around with them.
His role as a mascot outweighs his actual abilities.
But the little mascot has its own ideas.
Since he was already here, Ji Mofan didn't want to just follow behind others and pick up scraps. He wanted to hunt a monster himself to prove that he wasn't just a little kid who could only hold everyone back.
The disciple leading the group pondered for a moment, thinking that this secret realm wasn't particularly difficult, so he gave Ji Mofan a few communication talismans and let him act alone.
It was at this moment that he encountered Meng Xianjiang, who was trapped in a beast trap.
Meng Xianjiang was already fifteen or sixteen years old at the time, looking several sizes bigger than Ji Mofan, who came from a humble background. But one of his feet was caught in an animal trap, and he was in so much pain that he curled up into a tiny ball.
"Hey kid, come help me." Meng Xianjiang's tone sounded pitiful, but also quite impolite.
"I won't let you waste your effort; I'll give you spirit stones in exchange."
At that time, Ji Mo Fan was still a kind-hearted child who did good deeds without expecting anything in return.
"Don't move, I'll pry the trap open for you." He didn't even try to negotiate the payment with the other party, and simply walked over and stuck his iron sword into the gap of the animal trap.
With a puff of his cheeks and a determined breath, he pried the clip open with a whoosh.
I don't know who it was, or what their intentions were, to set animal traps in the secret realm.
This kind of thing is usually only used by ordinary hunters.
Although the monsters are not intelligent, they are more agile than ordinary wild animals, making it difficult for such simple traps to catch them.
But we managed to spot such a big older brother.
"...What kind of look is that?" Meng Xianjiang couldn't stand Ji Mofan's scrutinizing gaze. Ignoring the pain in his foot, he jumped over and tried to cover Ji Mofan's eyes.
"Wait a minute, big brother, sit down." Ji Mofan ducked down and crawled under his chicken coop, ran behind him, grabbed his shoulder, pinched it and pressed him down, using a clever trick to make him sit on the ground.
Meng Xianjiang was about to jump up and down, "What right do you, a mere child, have to tell me what to do—"
His voice faltered.
Ji Mofan didn't care about his attitude at all; he simply wanted to use his own strength to help this injured stranger. Even if his attitude was bad, he could continue to act without being moved.
The child's face was expressionless, but his big, bright eyes blinked intently at the wound on his ankle. He carefully pulled out the clothes stuck inside, cleaned away the dirt and grass, crushed a pill and applied it, and finally tore off a piece of clean white gauze to wrap the wound.
At that time, Meng Xianjiang's cultivation level was only at the late stage of Qi Refining, and he was not yet able to use spiritual power flexibly to help repair his damaged body. Ji Mofan's handling of the situation was appropriate and timely.
"Thank you," he said somewhat awkwardly to Ji Mofan.
Ji Mofan ignored his tone and got up to leave.
He had already done more than necessary. Meng Xianjiang's original request was simply to be pulled out of the animal trap, but Ji Mofan also took the opportunity to treat his wounds.
At this point, Ji Mofan hadn't learned to only help those who deserve it; he had only learned not to do things that others hadn't asked him to do, otherwise it would make others feel like they were in the way.
He had already applied extra medicine to the older brother; he couldn't cause any more trouble.
"that......"
Before he could take more than a few steps, Ji Mofan heard someone call out to him from behind.
"If you're going to help someone, help them all the way. Could you lend me another hand?" Meng Xianjiang reached out his hand to him. "Help me up. I got separated from my companions, but we haven't been apart for long. Could you help me find them?"
Although the tone was softer, the words were still not very polite.
However, Ji Mofan was not the type to refuse others, so he turned around without hesitation and helped him up from the ground.
"Which direction did you come from?" Ji Mofan was already short, so when Meng Xianjiang, who was of normal build, was to use him as a crutch, he had to let the other man support his head directly.
Meng Xianjiang was a little surprised when he felt Ji Mofan place his hand on his head, but after ruffling the child's soft hair, he didn't say anything. He raised his other hand and pointed in a direction.
Then, for the first time in his life, Ji Mo Fan played the role of a farmer in the story of the farmer and the snake.
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