Ji Mofan didn't want to face Fang Xuan again after already going through so many rounds of battles; it was too tiring.
Anyway, the rules for this game are based on the number of kills, with survival time being the second factor. As long as he can get into the top eight and qualify for tomorrow's game, that's enough.
The moment he jumped, he seemed to hear Fang Xian laughing in anger.
Not daring to turn around, Ji Mofan headed straight for the medical area.
Many of the patients lying here were swept away by his sword formation.
Actually, this formation is modified from his "Fishing Alone in the Cold River" technique, only it's not as powerful.
Last night, he thought that his foundation was unstable and he probably wouldn't be able to use his spiritual power freely on the stage, so he simply prepared an extra trump card for himself.
It was the array formation manual he obtained from the Mirage Realm.
By using water as a medium, the runes of the formation can be drawn on paper in advance, thus saving most of the chanting time during battle and achieving a near-instantaneous effect.
Yes, although to outsiders Ji Mofan's sword formation appeared to spring out instantly, Ji Mofan himself knew that he actually spent a lot of time guiding the spiritual energy.
However, it seems that this speed is sufficient, at least for today's chaotic battle involving a hundred people.
"Senior Brother Ji Mo." The young cultivator dressed in the robes of the Xiaoling Sect greeted Ji Mo Fan.
Ji Mo Fan nodded meaningfully.
He felt he was being rather pretentious. Back when he was the senior disciple of the Yuncang Sword Sect, he didn't have so many issues. He didn't feel bad being called senior disciple by the sect's seventy or eighty-year-old seniors who were still at the Golden Core or even Foundation Establishment stage.
But now that he's gotten used to everyone in Chaoming Hall calling him "Junior Brother," he suddenly feels a little reluctant to be called "Senior Brother."
The problem is that this disciple of the Xiaoling Sect isn't entirely wrong in terms of address. Most of the medical cultivators who are assigned to such laborious positions are probably outer disciples. According to seniority, Ji Mofan is now a true disciple, so he deserves to be called senior brother.
After internally arguing with himself for a while, he sighed and remembered the main reason he had come all this way.
He took out several tubes of scar-removing ointment from his storage bag.
"Please distribute the medicine to everyone." Ji Mofan handed over the medicine and then bowed to the blood-soaked people sitting or lying in the medical area. "Gentlemen, I apologize for my rudeness today."
The several blood-stained figures exchanged glances.
"It's alright, swords and spears don't have eyes in the arena anyway."
"Yes, my senior brother was missing an eye when he returned from the competition a few years ago. He later replaced it with one taken from an eagle demon."
"We weren't seriously injured, Senior Brother Jimo, you're too kind."
"Which cultivator doesn't have a few scars on their body?"
Ji Mofan came over, wandered around for a bit, and then left quickly, without even waiting for the referee to announce the final statistics of the match.
Since he had already secured a spot in tomorrow's competition, he didn't care much about his ranking among the remaining eight players.
Tomorrow is the final ranking battle.
After Ji Mofan left, whispers gradually returned to the quiet medical area.
"That scared me to death. I really thought I was going to die when I was in Ji Mofan's sword formation just now."
"That's right... I felt like I was frozen solid just now, and I only came to my senses when I hit the ground."
"It's so cold I can't feel any pain anymore; all I can see are icicles hitting me with a crackling sound."
"Me too. When the medical practitioner from Xiaoling's school came to check my injuries just now, I almost thought about how to write my will."
"So why did Ji Mofan use such a scary move on the stage? I'm perfectly fine, but he almost scared me to death."
"He's been acting strangely lately..."
"Was it because of that person?"
"Which one?"
"Oh...who else? That guy who's number one under heaven..."
"You know what, according to the rumors in the Demon Realm, that person's style of doing things is also just... outrageous."
Ji Mofan put everything behind him and went back to the players' rest area alone.
He was still a bit unfamiliar with some of the techniques in that array manual when he first tried to use them, and only had a superficial understanding of them. He was eager to go back and continue his research.
However, they were stopped halfway there.
Ji Mofan paused slightly, unable to help but frown, "Senior Brother Ning?"
Ning Weisheng doesn't look to be in good condition.
Perhaps because he possessed a fire elemental root, he, like Li Geyue, preferred warm-toned clothing. At this moment, the once vibrant orange robe he wore had turned a dull gray, with specks of mud clinging to the hem.
For cultivators of their level, casting a cleansing spell is not a big deal. The only thing required is to concentrate. Otherwise, if the spell is not cast properly, it is easy to make things that should not be cleaned disappear.
But Ning Weisheng's disheveled appearance clearly showed that something was on his mind, so much so that he had no mood to tidy himself up before rushing out to see people.
Ning Weisheng opened his mouth, as if he had a lot to say, but didn't know where to begin.
After a long silence, he finally blurted out, "Congratulations!"
"What do you want from me?" Ji Mofan didn't have time to beat around the bush and went straight to the point.
"Senior Brother... uh, Junior Brother Ji Mo." Ning Weisheng changed his words halfway through, "After leaving Yun Cang Sword Sect, have you seen the Young Sect Master?"
"Qi Fengyu?" Ji Mofan raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't he be recuperating in the sect?"
"He was quite frightened at the ceremony where we became Daoist partners. I heard that his illness worsened afterward, to the point where he could hardly get out of bed. He has only recently shown some improvement."
Ning Weisheng frowned, and the corners of his mouth turned down. "That's right... but just before the Dao Asking Conference, when we were preparing to set off from the sect, he suddenly disappeared."
A dark light flashed in Ji Mofan's eyes. "No wonder. I heard that you came to the Dao Asking Conference with the Yun Cang Sword Sect, but I haven't seen you for the past few days."
“I was wondering if the young sect leader would come looking for you.” Ning Weisheng carefully observed Ji Mofan’s expression as he spoke, a subtle disappointment flashing in his eyes. “It seems I was wrong.”
Ji Mofan tilted his head. "Hmm? Why do you think that?"
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