Seeing that Ji Mofan obediently accepted the task given to him by Shen Yun, Qi Fengyu felt relieved.
It was indeed an illusion that Ji Mofan had shown his sharp edge just now; he was just a kind-hearted but foolish saint with no bottom line.
It would be a waste to put such great talent in someone like this.
If he weren't this damned furnace body with a water-based spiritual root, if he weren't born with congenital deficiencies and plagued by illness, if he were Ji Mo Fan...
He will only work harder and achieve even greater success than Ji Mo Fan!
The hands, hidden under the covers, clenched tightly together.
Why is he so unfavored by fate? Why do some people win at the starting line without doing anything?
He refused to accept his fate.
He admitted his own despicable nature, that he was a rat in the gutter, and that he was simply jealous of Ji Mofan, but he refused to admit that he was wrong.
The error lies clearly in the injustice of Heaven.
*
Behind Yifeng Mountain, there is a spiritual spring.
This was only the second time that Ji Mofan had entered the spiritual spring since joining the Yuncang Sword Sect.
In total, he only received a jade token once, when he was eight years old and had just become a disciple of Shen Yun.
Moreover, he was only allowed to stay inside for half an hour that time. Rather than letting him go in to cultivate, it was more like just showing him the Sword Sect's strength and resources.
Moreover, Ji Mofan is very busy the rest of the time, either going out to do demon-slaying commissions or assisting with sect affairs within the sect, so he really has no time to take care of his health.
The old sect leader has been in seclusion for many years, and the young sect leader Qi Fengyu is sickly. As the chief disciple, he is the de facto acting sect leader.
However, Ji Mofan was still young, and many elders and even senior disciples in the sect did not respect him. If it weren't for his previous achievement of ranking third on the Heavenly Ranking in the Dao Inquiry Conference, no one would have been willing to listen to him at all.
Ji Mo Fan took off his outer robe, leaving only his inner garment, and immersed himself in the gentle spiritual spring water.
He felt his mind nourished, and the spiritual energy surrounding his inner core began to circulate. He silently recited the mantra, controlling the spiritual power to flow through his meridians for one cycle.
After being confined for half a month, in the past, Ji Mofan would have immediately rushed into the sect's main hall to deal with the backlog of affairs as soon as he was released.
But today he doesn't want to care about anything.
Having toiled for so many years in his previous life, Ji Mo Fan only realized in a daze as he died that he had never lived for himself even once.
Before joining the Yuncang Sword Sect, he was just a beggar in the mortal realm. He lived a muddled life until he was seven or eight years old, when he met Shen Yun, who happened to be in the mortal realm to exorcise demons.
Ji Mo Fan will probably never forget that day for the rest of his life.
A white-robed immortal, exuding an air of otherworldly grace, stood before the little beggar boy who was huddled in a corner eating spoiled bread. He showed no disgust at the boy's filth and bent down to extend a hand to him.
"Would you be willing to follow me on the path of cultivation?"
Ji Mofan felt as if a bright moon had fallen in front of him in broad daylight.
Actually, thinking about it now, the scene wasn't that beautiful.
When Shen Yun bent down to look at him, his face was completely expressionless.
Upon seeing him reach out, her first reaction was to apply a cleansing spell to his head, but even so, she only allowed Ji Mofan to hold her sleeve.
However, Ji Mofan was short at the time, not even a meter tall when he was seven or eight years old, so his hand was just the right length to grab the sleeve. Therefore, he never paid attention to anything that was wrong.
But now, looking back from a third-person perspective, he realizes he must have been stunned by the sudden kindness.
Ji Mo Fan had been injured while fighting with other homeless children over spoiled steamed buns, leaving him with a limp.
But Shen Yun just let him drag his injured leg and jog all the way, without offering to treat him or even help him up.
But he didn't treat Qi Fengyu the same way; he wanted to carry her around every moment if she was even slightly injured.
Love and not love are actually quite obvious. It's laughable that Ji Mofan from his past life always remembered Shen Yun's life-saving grace, and even when he was tortured and bruised all over, he always swallowed his pride and endured it.
How ridiculous.
*
After spending a full two hours in the spiritual spring, Ji Mofan felt refreshed and invigorated.
The bitterness of the half-month-long cold wind blowing on Yiku Cliff seemed to have been dispelled, and his mind was cleaner and clearer than ever before.
He got out of the pool and dried himself off, then reached into his storage bag and took out his outer robe again.
As soon as he reached out, he touched the burrs on the cuff. Ji Mofan paused slightly, pursed his lips, and clicked his tongue.
Is this reasonable? The chief of a sect, who usually wears such worn-out clothes.
Ji Mofan simply flipped his wrist and took out another set of his clothes.
The light blue dress resembled the dawn of the east, with white auspicious cloud patterns embroidered on the sleeves and hem. The fabric was fully embroidered with cloud and water patterns, shimmering with light as she moved.
This is the most expensive piece of clothing Ji Mo Fan You has ever owned; it was a gift from Shen Yun when he came of age.
In his past life, he cherished it greatly and only wore it on important occasions. On ordinary days, he wore the same cloud-blue disciple robes as his fellow disciples.
As the top student, he actually had the privilege of not having to wear a school uniform. But Ji Mofan used to feel that everyone was from the same school and he shouldn't be different.
As for now.
He brushed off the wrinkles on his clothes.
Why can't someone be different? He's the one who led the little-known Yuncang Sword Sect to the top of the Dao Inquiry Tournament's Heavenly Ranking.
Let alone such a trivial matter as not wearing a school uniform inside the gate, when he ascends to immortality one day, the ancestral hall should set up a separate table for him to offer incense.
*
"Hey, are you leaving?"
Ji Mofan was bending down to pack his luggage when the door behind him was suddenly pushed open.
He didn't even look back, and with a wave of his hand, his spiritual energy flew out and slammed the door shut.
"Is this how your senior brother taught you to respect your teachers? Get out and come back in." A nonchalant voice drifted in from inside the door.
Li Geyue: ......
"Ji Mofan, are you out of your mind?!" He slammed his fist on the door in front of him.
As a result, the door panel, which contained the spiritual power of Jimo, froze his hands.
"You!" Li Ge was furious. He activated his fire spirit root and melted the cold air. With a powerful kick, he kicked the door in front of him.
"Who are you giving attitude to? If you hadn't failed to protect Xiaoyu, he wouldn't be bedridden!" He kicked open the door and stormed up to Ji Mofan.
Ji Mofan merely glanced at him indifferently.
To be honest, Ji Mofan isn't the type to be stunning at first glance. He's not in the same category as Qi Fengyu, a sickly beauty; his entire aura is like the moon in the sky.
Bright, gentle, and distant.
Li Geyue barely came to her senses, and her face flushed even redder.
How could he be so captivated by a mere glance from his senior brother!
"Exit and re-enter."
A sudden gust of cold wind swept over him, carrying him mercilessly outside the door. The door slammed shut again, this time nearly hitting his nose.
Li Geyue's earlier embarrassment and annoyance instantly turned into mere irritation.
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