It's hard to pinpoint exactly what the scent is; it seems to have a woody note mixed with a light floral fragrance, neither heavy nor overpowering.
But the smell dissipated quickly, clearly indicating that the handkerchief Ji Mofan handed over was not one he had kept close to his body. It was likely a spare one kept in his storage bag, and he had specially taken out a new one for her since she needed it.
For mortals, exchanging such items is a big deal, but in the cultivation world, the separation between men and women is not so strict, so receiving a new handkerchief is not a problem for her at all.
“Oh right, thank you.” Fu Xingle belatedly thanked Ji Mofan.
"It's nothing. Fang Xian is just a fool, Senior Sister, don't be angry with him." Ji Mo Fan shook her head with a light smile.
Hearing him so bluntly scold Fang Xian, Fu Xingle felt much of her anger dissipate. She pouted, clutching her handkerchief, and said, "For your sake, I'll be magnanimous..."
An impending attack on Fang Xuan was averted by Ji Mofan untying a handkerchief.
It wasn't a big deal in itself. Wins and losses are common in competitions. Fu Xingle wasn't upset because she lost the game; she knew it was because she was less skilled than her opponent.
She was simply uncomfortable because of Fang Xian's attitude.
Ji Mofan gave her a way out, so she naturally stopped making a fuss.
Seeing Fang Xian turn his face away and leave the arena, Ji Mofan couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
This person really does whatever comes to mind.
This matter originally had nothing to do with him. Whether Fang Xuan would be beaten up by the seniors of Xiao Ling's school after the competition was not something he should be concerned about.
It should be noted that although Fang Xuan's strength could be said to be at its peak in the Dao Asking Conference, in the eyes of the entire cultivation world, he was indeed just a child under thirty years old.
The Xiaoling Sect is a sect with a rich history, and its disciples are scattered throughout the cultivation world. In the past, disciples who had completed their training would also return to their hometowns from time to time.
By disrespecting Fu Xingle in front of so many people, Fang Xian was, in a sense, also disrespecting the other disciples of the Xiaoling Sect. If the matter were to be investigated seriously, he would definitely suffer the consequences.
Even with the protection of his fellow disciples from Changfeng Valley, he still didn't get any good results.
Ji Mo Fan spoke up for him, as a way of repaying the favor he had done for him in the quarterfinals that morning.
He's the kind of person who doesn't like to hold grudges overnight; he settles them on the spot if he can.
The venue needed some time to tidy up, and the four players who still had one more match to play hadn't gone far.
Ji Mofan stood under the sunshade in the waiting area, watching the disciples of the Xiaoling Sect busy wiping away the mountain-moving formation they had set up in advance.
Even though it's winter now, the temperature in the afternoon is always higher than at other times of the day.
His ice-elemental root prefers coolness and dislikes heat, and he doesn't like to be in the sun during the day.
but......
It's strange, this formation seems to have been drawn specifically for use in this game.
While it's hard to say whether this thing helped Ji Mofan in any way, he was mainly able to defeat Nan Xun thanks to that cluster of ice lotus fire.
To say I wasn't helpful at all? Hmm...
At least it saved Nanxun from breaking a few strands of his hair when she swung the pill cauldron.
So who exactly came up with this bizarre idea?
"Who exactly came up with this idea?!"
The question that had just flashed through his mind was suddenly heard again by Ji Mofan.
Nan Xun walked over, looking very unhappy, still adjusting her slightly askew mask. "I was so dizzy from all that spinning just now, I almost threw up."
Ji Mofan glanced at him. "Then why are you still wearing that mask? Aren't you afraid you'll throw it all up inside it later?"
Nan Xun still clutched her mask tightly, refusing to let go. "What's it to you?"
"Why can't I take care of you?" Ji Mo Fan chuckled at his shameless attitude. "Didn't you say I saved you once before?"
"What, are you trying to take advantage of my kindness?" Nanxun glanced at him.
But when their gazes met in mid-air, his eyes, hidden behind his mask, blinked, revealing a subtle look of understanding.
"You remember now?"
“If you hadn’t gone into the alchemy cauldron yourself, I really wouldn’t have remembered this,” Ji Mofan said.
It's really not fair to blame Jimo Fan for having a bad memory.
He did indeed save Nanxun. About five years ago, he and his fellow disciples from the Yuncang Sword Sect accepted a demon-slaying commission.
But when they went down the mountain together and investigated near the village where the anomaly had occurred, they discovered something amiss.
The missing villagers were indeed carried away by monsters, but they were not wild monsters, but contracted beasts with owners.
This is not a natural disaster, but a man-made one.
Since it involved cultivators endangering the lives of mortals, this matter could not be resolved independently by the Yun Cang Sword Sect at that time; it had to be reported to a joint committee composed of the five major sects.
So the senior brother who came down the mountain with several fellow disciples left Ji Mofan and another junior brother in the village for the time being, instructing them to keep a close eye on any unusual activity in the area and to prevent the villagers from suffering any more harm.
As a result, something happened to them after their senior left.
At fifteen or sixteen, Ji Mofan had already participated in many missions with his seniors and even developed the ability to solve cases independently. However, his junior brother, who came out with them at the same time, was about the same age as Ji Mofan but had only started learning the craft five years later, and thus lacked a significant amount of practical experience.
Then he messed up a huge mess; he attracted that demonic beast and even exposed his identity as a cultivator.
Ji Mo Fan could only kick his helpless junior brother away to distract the monster. As a result, his junior brother was unable to find help until he was caught and locked up.
Ji Mo Fan met Nan Xun here.
However, Ji Mofan did not know his name was Nan Xun at the time.
He didn't even realize it was a person at first.
The dimly lit cellar was filled with a dizzying smell of medicine and blood. The dark medicinal soup contained white-skinned people, but their postures were distorted and bizarre, and most of them had even lost their self-awareness.
At fifteen or sixteen, Ji Mofan's mental fortitude wasn't strong enough, and he was so frightened that he vomited on the spot.
His body, already weakened from being injured by the monster, was almost completely paralyzed after this ordeal.
"Hey...hey..."
In his dizziness, Ji Mofan vaguely heard human voices.
He shook his head with difficulty, wiped away the tears that were blurring his vision, and turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.
As it turned out, this look was quite alarming; he almost suffered a serious accident from the fright.
A strangely shaped thing was soaking in a large medicine vat. It was raising what looked like its head, with its eyeballs bulging out from its withered face. Its mouth was so rotten that it couldn't cover its teeth, and it spoke in a lisp and in a terrifying way.
Ji Mo Fan sat down on a squat.
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