"Jimo Fan?"
Fang Xian's voice rang out not far behind him. Ji Mofan dodged Fang Xian's outstretched hand that was about to pat his shoulder. "Get to the point."
Fang Xuan didn't feel embarrassed and put his hand down. "You look pretty good?"
Ji Mofan tilted his head. "Xia Langye didn't even run into me, so what could have happened?"
Fang Xuan waved his hand, "I was just worried that you would be affected by what you just said and wouldn't be able to use your full strength when you fight me later."
"That old man, the Supreme Venerable One, is really something. Who asked for his opinion? He just came out and said all sorts of nonsense."
Ji Mofan almost choked on his words and coughed.
You'd be lucky to call the Supreme Venerable "that old man" so loudly; there are probably only two people in the current cultivation world who would do something like that.
The other person is Xiao Wangyan.
"I'm fine. Don't waste your breath talking to me. Go back and rest." Ji Mofan waved his hand at him. "After those four finish their match, it will be our turn to draw lots."
Fang Xian chuckled twice, "I really want to ask Li Jinchu to help me pull some strings and tell me which lot I can draw to directly face you."
"They've been waiting for me for days."
Ji Mofan remained silent, unable to respond to Fang Xuan's obvious reference to the bye draw from a couple of days ago.
It was this moment of distraction that led Fang Xuan, who wanted to say a final goodbye before leaving, to reach out and pat him on the shoulder.
Ji Mofan's body stiffened.
Fang Xian's outstretched hand also stopped.
“You…” He looked at Ji Mofan, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
Ji Mofan tried to dodge, feeling a little guilty, but Fang Xuan grabbed him back and pinched the back of his neck hard.
"Hiss—Hey!" Ji Mofan slapped his hand away. "What are you doing? Trying to use tricks before the match to prevent me from playing?"
"Don't change the subject." Fang Xuan's speech quickened unconsciously. "Ji Mo Fan, where's your immortal bone?"
Ji Mofan pursed his lips and remained silent, raising his hand to straighten the back of his collar that Fang Xuan had ruffled.
His fingertips traced the empty seventh vertebra of his spine, his eyes darkened for a moment, then he lowered his hand with a normal expression. "Used."
Judging from Fang Xian's expression, he almost wanted to hang him up and spank him.
"Used up? That was a celestial bone, and you just dismissed it with a few words?" His face looked like it was filled with two copper bells.
Losing one's immortal bones will not only take away half a cultivator's life, but more importantly, it will completely sever the path to ascension!
Ji Mofan himself was a righteous cultivator, so it was impossible for him not to know how important immortal bones were to cultivators. Yet, he simply gave Fang Xuan three words with a blank expression.
Fang Xian almost had the urge to lift him up by the head and feet and shake him to see if water would drip out.
No, this level isn't just about being brain-damaged; it's like having a brain that's been submerged in water.
But no matter how much Fang Xian jumped up and down, Ji Mo Fan remained calm and composed, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over Fang Xian's head, and he gradually calmed down as well.
"Have you already thought of a backup plan?" he asked.
"In your eyes, am I the kind of person who only cares about the beginning and not the end?" Ji Mofan asked, tilting his head.
Fang Xuan waved his hand, "You know what you're doing."
He wasn't usually the type to meddle in other people's business, but he couldn't help but chime in because the person in question was Ji Mofan. As long as he's alive, he won't bother with anything else.
As for whether Ji Mofan killed someone to seize immortal bones or used some other secret method to pave his own path to ascension, that's none of his business.
Watching Fang Xuan walk away with his hands behind his back, talking to himself, Ji Mo Fan rubbed his throbbing head and walked into the nearby grove.
He hadn't taken two steps when, as he passed a small tree, someone suddenly grabbed him from behind by the back of his collar.
“...I just finished tidying up.” Ji Mofan looked up at Xiao Wangyan, who was sitting crookedly in the tree branch, somewhat speechless.
Such a powerful demon lord, yet he silently went into the bushes to spy on others.
"Is this the kind of expression you should have when you're talking to your master?" Xiao Wangyan carried Ji Mofan with one hand, and it was so light that his feet barely touched the ground.
Ji Mofan reached out and tugged at his collar to prevent himself from being strangled. "Master."
Xiao Wangyan's next words of accusation caught in his throat.
He originally wanted to complain about how this kid had silently activated some kind of reverse spirit-gathering array on the field, unexpectedly drawing away his demonic energy.
All the emotions I had built up were abruptly interrupted by Ji Mofan's words, "Master."
He could only sit in the tree branch, staring at Ji Mofan, whom he was holding in his hand, for a while.
“Don’t do that again next time,” he said.
He is, after all, a dignified Demon Lord. It's one thing for Ji Mo Fan to act arrogantly and domineeringly towards him in private because he is cute, but this time he actually rode on his neck in front of so many people.
Xiao Wangyan felt only fortunate that he hadn't actually married a Daoist partner and raised a biological child.
Raising Jimo Fan was already enough of a hassle for him.
Xihe is much easier to raise than Jimo. For the first few decades, it was just an egg, unable to talk or run around. Apart from occasionally needing to clean the eggshell, it was particularly easy to raise.
After hatching for several decades, it wandered around for a while and was frightened by him holding a mask. After that, it rarely left the Demon Palace.
Unlike Ji Mo Fan, who is so quirky and unpredictable, he caused a huge mess without anyone noticing.
Having failed in his attempt to discipline the child, Xiao Wangyan had no choice but to toss Ji Mofan aside and complain again, "How exactly does that old man from the Yun Cang Sword Sect raise my child?"
Ji Mofan was casually tossed aside and landed with a thud, unable to stand properly, and sat down under the tree roots.
Xiao Wangyan was slightly taken aback. "What's wrong with you?"
Ji Mofan dusted himself off and stood up again. "It's nothing, I was just disgusted by your demonic energy."
Xiao Wangyan: ......
He cared too much about that one sentence.
"You took it from me of your own accord just now." He chuckled coldly. "You brought it on yourself. You've grown up now, and you need to learn to bear the consequences."
Ji Mofan touched the tip of his nose, but as he listened to his words, he suddenly remembered something.
“So my actual age…” He frowned.
Xiao Wangyan snorted, "If you want to calculate your age as 'Ji Mo Fan,' you should subtract seven from the age calculated by your bone reading."
The anthropomorphic puppets created by Lu Tong not only have real flesh and blood, but even their bones are completely realistic. Except for not growing up, they are exactly like real people.
When Xiao Wangyan first found Ji Mo Fan Shi, who was still a child without any real life force, he looked like a seven or eight-year-old child.
It was only after he gave demonic energy to support his body's functions and transformed from a puppet into a real little man that he gained the ability to grow up.
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