“If you’re asking about the actual age of your body,” Xiao Wangyan continued, “then even I don’t know. Nobody knows exactly when Lu Tong created you, but it’s definitely at least three thousand years old.”
Ji Mofan blinked, his eyes somewhat vacant, even his pupils were unfocused.
Xiao Wangyan was amused by him. "What's wrong? Didn't expect to be this old?"
"So I'm an old man after all," Ji Mofan muttered to himself.
Xiao Wangyan was so amused by his laughter that he fell off the tree branch.
*
The battle between the four who were left behind ended quickly. Ji Mofan felt that he hadn't rested for long when a fellow disciple from Chaoming Palace who was still at the scene sent him a communication talisman, asking him to return to the contestants' seats to prepare for the backstage.
When Ji Mofan reappeared in the waiting area, he experienced for the first time what it meant to be overwhelmed by a roaring crowd.
Apart from the best viewing platform located due east, the contestants were mostly concentrated in the southeast corner, while all other areas were set up as spectator seating.
So much so that when Ji Mofan walked in, he heard voices calling his name from all directions.
Even though he had experienced something as unbelievable as rebirth, he couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows and stop at the entrance.
What's going on?
Having lived two lives, this was only the second time that Ji Mofan had stood on the stage of the Heavenly Ranking in the Dao Asking Tournament.
Four years ago, when he participated in the competition, although he also made great strides and defeated all his opponents, there weren't as many people screaming at him when he entered the venue.
But thinking about it carefully, it seems that this treatment was originally intended for Li Jinchu?
"What are you daydreaming about?" Fang Xian's voice suddenly came from behind.
He subconsciously reached out to poke Ji Mofan again, but then put his hand back down and pointed towards the arena with his other finger. "You're not afraid to fight me, are you?"
"Then you'd better admit defeat sooner rather than later, or you'll end up like your fellow disciple this morning, kicked off the stage by me."
The provocation was too blatant, and although the voices of the spectators around them were amplified at least twice after Fang Xian appeared, Fang Xian's voice, which he did not lower at all, was clearly heard by every listener because of the design of the arena.
"Junior brother! Beat him up!" A female voice rang out.
The remnants of the loud talisman flew down, almost burning Fang Xian's clothes. But just before they hit him, Fang Xian took a half step back and stepped on the unburnt talisman.
Ji Mofan glanced in the direction of the sound and saw the female cultivator who was clenching her fists and jumping around. She was wearing the disciple's robes of the Chaoming Palace and was the one who had fought Fang Xian that morning.
This only made him angrier, and he started babbling incoherently, cursing something unintelligible.
Not using loud notes was her last act of courtesy.
You can't hear them, but you can tell from their expressions how dirty they are.
Fang Xian was completely oblivious to the fact that he was provoking someone, and was still wiping the talisman dust off the soles of his shoes with his head down.
It was only after the leader of the Xiaoling Cult on the viewing platform spoke up to maintain order that the restless scene gradually calmed down.
He then cleared his throat and continued, "Based on the referee's draw, the order of the next matches is as follows: Ji Mofan and Nan Xun will be in one group, and Fang Xian and Fu Xingle will be in the second group."
Fang Xuan, who had been focused on the heel of his shoe, immediately raised his head and glared at the viewing platform upon hearing what Xiao Ling Sect Leader said. "When was the lot drawn? Who drew the lot? I don't acknowledge it if I didn't draw it!"
Why were they assigning him to fight against other people again?
If he had bad luck in the draw, he probably wouldn't care.
The problem is that this was clearly a shady operation by those old guys on the viewing platform, their goal being to prevent him from facing Ji Mofan too early!
They're not even going to act anymore!
Fang Xuan didn't care whether the audience would leave after watching his fight with Ji Mofan. What did it matter to him whether Xiaoling Sect could make money?
Today, the only player on the field who is at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm like him is Ji Mofan. Ji Mofan is also the only opponent he can take seriously, and he doesn't want to waste his time on anyone else.
"What are you doing..." Ji Mofan was speechless. "Unless I lose to Nan Xun, we'll definitely have to fight again."
Unlike the quarterfinals, the winner of the previous round will play two more rounds in this final stage.
The first round is a random draw, while the second round pits the winner and loser of the previous round against each other.
Only by winning two consecutive matches can one ascend to the throne of the champion of the Dao Asking Tournament.
A fight is definitely going to break out; it's just a matter of time.
Fang Xuan was still unhappy, arms crossed, glaring at the Xiaoling Sect Leader on the viewing platform. "In the past, the Dao Asking Tournament never changed the draw format in the final round. The contestants always drew whatever they were given. Why did they change it this time?"
The leader of the Xiaoling Cult looked away from him, feeling somewhat guilty.
Good heavens, this child's eyes look like they're on fire! He clearly has a wood elemental root.
They get so easily inflamed, aren't they afraid of burning themselves?
In fact, it was Li Jinchu who suggested this whole thing to him.
Compared to Fang Xuan and Ji Mo Fan, Nan Xun, who was previously just a rogue cultivator, and Fu Xing Le, who was not particularly prominent in the Xiao Ling Sect, were definitely not as popular.
Whether it was from the gambling games or the information gathered by the ticket scalpers, it proved that most of the audience members at the scene were also looking forward to Fang Xian and Ji Mofan's fight, eager to see their exciting duel.
So, in order to allow everyone to stay in the stadium for a longer period of time, Li Jinchu simply came up with this underhanded trick.
After all, the Xiaoling Sect has set up many additional revenue-generating projects within the venue. As long as they can drag it out for a longer period of time, they can earn an extra spirit stone.
Even if the audience understands his plan, they will at most curse a few times, but they will still continue to watch the game.
We've already paid all sorts of sunk costs, so we don't care about waiting a little longer.
No matter how loud Fang Xuan protested this time, no one listened to him. He could only mutter curses as he walked toward the arena opposite to Ji Mo Fan's.
Ji Mofan was surprised to hear soft cheers from the audience.
He couldn't help but feel a little amused, speechless.
Fang Xian is usually reckless and unruly, and it's rare for him to suffer a setback. Although no one dares to jump in front of him, some secretly gloat.
"Fang Xian! Be careful, or you'll suffer a crushing defeat and won't even have the chance to stand on the same stage as our junior brother!"
Well, there are some who dare not to do it secretly, such as Senior Sister Chaoming who was kicked off the stage by him this morning.
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