"Maybe? What a load of rubbish! Do you think Ji Mofan is so desperate that he needs to cheat? Even without that spirit-gathering formation, he's not at his wit's end. Why would he choose such a risky and unethical approach? He's just wasting his reputation!"
"No one has ever thought of reversing the use of the spirit-gathering formation... I just tried it, and it seems to work!"
"I tried it too, but the conditions for using it are too strict. After drawing it, it can only attract the restraining attribute that is positively correlated with its own attribute."
"Where in the cultivation world can you find someone with exactly the opposite attributes? It's just that Ji Mofan was lucky to run into the Demon Lord as well..."
The criticism that started because of Qu Jin's words has gradually changed as more people have spoken up for him.
Ji Mofan opened his mouth but closed it before saying anything.
If he doesn't shut up, what else does he need to fight for? They've already said everything, good and bad.
Qu Jin, standing on the viewing platform, did not give any further response for a long time.
As the noise from the audience gradually subsided, the remaining matches on the arenas ended in a daze, and even the referees guarding the arenas didn't know whether they should step forward to call out the names.
The atmosphere was too awkward. The Supreme Venerable's words were reasonable and well-founded. After all, no matter how much they argued, it was a fact that Ji Mo Fan won this round by relying on demonic energy.
If they really hold onto this minor flaw, he will definitely be disqualified from the competition.
Moreover, it wasn't just a single Dao Asking Conference; being branded as a demonic cultivator effectively ended Ji Mo Fan's path to immortality.
But I never expected things to turn out this way.
Despite having no comparable reputation or strength, Fang Xuan dared to rush out and speak up for Ji Mo Fan without any regard for the consequences.
Incidentally, compared to him, Ji Mofan himself, who was the one who was spoken to, was not very shocked by Fang Xian's ability to speak; his surprise quickly passed.
After all, in his previous life, Fang Xian was the one who, because he failed to win at the Dao Inquiry Conference, directly humiliated the Supreme Venerable in front of the entire cultivation world.
It's not surprising that he would act so recklessly now.
The referee was still confused.
If it were just Fang Xuan alone, it wouldn't be so bad, since his reputation in the cultivation world can only be described in four words—a complete mess.
One more rambling doesn't matter; no one will listen to him anyway.
But after his thunderous outburst, Xia Langye was unexpectedly brought out as well.
The situation had finally deteriorated to the point where he dared not open his eyes.
He closed his eyes, wishing he could fast forward to tomorrow in the next second.
"I...I think so too..."
As a result, although the eyes were closed, the ears were not.
The referee really wanted to cover his ears right now.
Ancestors, please stop making things worse! We can already make porridge!
Ji Mofan blinked and looked at the person who was struggling to climb onto the arena with both hands and feet.
The once dashing young woman is now covered in dust and dirt, with even a shoe print on her vest, looking quite pitiful.
Although Ji Mofan did not know her name, she was wearing the disciple's robes of the Chaoming Palace, and was the same fellow disciple who had advanced to the top eight with him.
She was Fang Xian's opponent on the Xuanwu Arena.
It seems that Fang Xuan, who was eager to end the fight, kicked him off the stage. It took him a long time to climb back up, which is why he only spoke up belatedly after everyone had finished speaking.
Her words were like a pebble thrown into water that was already on the verge of boiling, causing the surface to explode with a loud bang.
Ji Mofan turned to look at Qu Jin's expression.
Although it was a bit far, the viewing platform was in an excellent position, offering a clear view of the movements of every athlete on the field.
Therefore, the contestants see the same thing when they look at the people sitting above.
Qu Jin's expression didn't show any obvious change, but his eyes became noticeably darker, as if a fly had flown into his mouth, and he had tried to spit it out but just happened to burp and swallow it.
The colors are absolutely gorgeous.
If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people watching on the stage, Ji Mofan would have even wanted to laugh out loud.
"puff......"
Just as Ji Mofan was silently reminiscing about how much he hated someone in his past life and trying to suppress his smile, a laugh suddenly broke out at the most inopportune moment.
Xiao Wangyan was Ji Mofan's confidant and mouthpiece; he laughed for him in all the ways Ji Mofan couldn't laugh.
"Qu Jin, why did you provoke him?" Xiao Wangyan laughed exaggeratedly, like a sunflower in full bloom.
He simply couldn't resist. Even though this was the territory of the cultivation world, and doing so might very well anger Qu Jin and bring him trouble, he still couldn't hold back.
Since Qu Jin became the Supreme Venerable of the cultivation world, they have had several encounters over the past thousand years. Each time, he always had that aloof demeanor, as if seeing them was some kind of filth.
Although they couldn't actually fight, it always infuriated him.
Xiao Wangyan had spent more time in the Demon Realm and was more accustomed to solving problems with his fists. In any case, once someone was killed, all grudges would be settled with the death of the person.
But this tactic won't work on Qu Jin, because this person can't be fought; a real fight would only plunge the two realms into war again.
He hadn't gotten the better of Qu Jin in a long time.
Although Ji Mofan stole a large amount of demonic energy, Xiao Wangyan decided to forgive him this time, considering that he had given him a good show.
This is a one-time exception. Calling me "Dad" won't get me forgiven; there's no room for negotiation.
Qu Jin remained silent.
The leader of the Xiaoling Sect, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it any longer. He leaned over and whispered a few words to him, the gist of which was to appease him and discuss things, and to get through the current stalemate.
Qu Jin nodded, but finally took a step back and sat down on the futon again.
The leader of the Xiaoling Sect wiped his sweat and stepped forward to urge the judges present to quickly move on to the next stage.
In the quarterfinals, the winners were Fang Xian, Ji Mo Fan, Nan Xun, and the other contestant from the Xiao Ling Sect.
The musicians from the Listening Wind Music Academy and the Holy Maiden from the Crimson Snow Palace have both fallen to the Earth Ranking. It's easy to foresee how intense the sparks will fly when they face off.
Ji Mofan didn't care much about any of this. After receiving the wooden plaque proving that he had passed the test, he left the arena.
Only after completely leaving the arena of the Dao Asking Tournament did the sensation, as if a venomous snake were coiled around my bones, finally disappear.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but then couldn't help feeling a little worried.
The feud with Qu Jin has not only been thoroughly established, but it has also been brought into the open today.
He didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble kept coming his way.
In the end, all I could do was sigh.
Well then, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. Better to live a miserable life than die. He can't just die.
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