Jimo Fan was indeed at his wit's end, just as Fang Xian had said—if he was only referring to himself.
Changfeng Valley prepared a whole basket of magical treasures for Fang Xuan to deal with any unexpected events that might occur during this Dao Asking Conference, so how could Chaoming Palace not prepare any for Ji Mofan?
After all, this is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity for Changfeng Valley. Taking it would be icing on the cake, but doing nothing wouldn't be a huge loss; it would just mean their status would remain unchanged.
But for Chaoming Palace, it meant pulling them down from their seats.
Regardless of the outcome, being knocked down is incredibly humiliating!
Although Ji Mofan felt embarrassed to accept the bag since he was just starting out, he still accepted the Qiankun bag that was stuffed full of stuff after Xie Qingya gave him a high-sounding reason.
In fact, the contents inside were a miscellaneous collection, not just things that could be used only in the Dao Asking Tournament, but also encompassing all aspects of his daily life.
However, having already accepted it, Ji Mofan naturally wouldn't be pretentious and try to back out.
They could only resolve to bring equal benefits to the sect in the future when the opportunity presented itself.
What surprised Ji Mofan the most in this Qiankun bag was that Xie Qingya had actually lent him his own wine gourd as well.
When Ji Mofan asked him about it, he also said that he had lent it to Jiang Shiyun and Zheng Xianchan when they participated in the Dao Asking Conference.
Ji Mofan had never seen it before because Sheng Xi didn't have time to use it when they fought, and Ji Mofan had already lost.
Of course, it's possible that Sheng Xi himself felt ashamed to carry such a large wine gourd, so he decided it was useless.
That's why Ji Mofan was so certain that Xie Qingya was an imposter when he saw him in his tent that night.
Because the real Xie Qingya doesn't have a wine gourd on him at all.
When Fang Xian saw what Ji Mofan was holding, the wood-attribute spiritual energy around him froze for a moment.
The spiritual energy, growing like vines, froze in mid-air, and the leaves swayed helplessly.
Taking advantage of the half-breath he was in a daze, Ji Mofan suddenly raised his hand and swung the wine gourd forward.
The gourd was filled to the brim with wine, and with Ji Mofan's shake, it poured out in a flurry from the mouth. The amber-colored wine had a faint pinkish tint in the light, and the fragrance of peach blossoms instantly wafted up and spread throughout the entire arena.
The gourd contained peach blossom wine, brewed from the peach tree that Zheng Xianchan brought back to Xie Qingya more than a month ago when he returned from venturing into the secret realm.
When the tree was transplanted, Ji Mofan went over to take a look and realized that it was clearly not an ordinary peach tree.
It is a heart-corroding peach.
Although the flowers of the Heart-Eating Peach Tree look no different from ordinary peach blossoms, the peach tree itself uses pollen as a medium to erode the heart of its prey, feeding on their seven emotions and six desires.
The corrosive peach blossom cannot be eaten raw, but it can be consumed after being brewed. Once brewed into wine, its corrosive properties are greatly reduced, turning it into something that soothes emotional fluctuations and helps one forget worries.
If Fang Xian still doesn't understand what Ji Mo Fan is trying to do at a time like this, then he's a fool.
He quickly withdrew from all the attacks that were entangled with Ji Mofan, and the spiritual vines lifted him up as he retreated rapidly.
However, the spiritual energy that formed the vines inevitably got tainted with a tiny bit of the wine brewed from the Heart-Eating Peach, and the entire vine instantly became wilted, lying on the ground like a frostbitten eggplant.
Fang Xian had no choice but to quickly sever the connection between these vines and his spiritual platform.
Otherwise, if the effects of the Heart-Eating Peach were to climb up the vines onto him, it wouldn't just be a matter of knocking down a few vines.
As a result, Ji Mo Fan Guang's wine was not enough, so he took out a hairpin from his pocket.
It is carved with intricate floral patterns and has long crystal tassels hanging from the end, clearly not a style that men would use to tie their hair up.
This wasn't something from Jimo Fan; it was something Jiang Shiyun lent him before he left.
The hairpin carried Jiang Shiyun's fire-attribute spiritual power. Ji Mofan took it in his hand and flicked his fingertips. The silver light turned into a flash, carrying a scorching wave of air that rushed towards Fang Xian.
Fang Xian was stunned for a moment by his sudden outburst of fire.
You should know that although he is a wood spirit root and is afraid of being burned to ashes by fire, Ji Mofan, this ice crystal, is also afraid of being melted into water.
He had been on guard against Ji Mofan drawing a reverse spirit-gathering array with the Demon Lord's fire attribute again, or throwing that strange ice-attribute flame again.
But to everyone's surprise, he pulled out a hairpin from his pocket that could be used as a flint.
Ji Mo Fan watched as Jiang Shiyun's hairpin was drenched halfway by a water-controlling talisman released by Fang Xuan. He wasn't surprised at all. He hooked the fishing line tied to his fingertip with his little finger, and the hairpin obediently flew back into his hand.
Once Fang Xuan saw that the crisis had passed, he immediately manipulated the vines to surround the water stains scattered on the ground.
You can't give Ji Mo Fan Shui, otherwise it's like giving a fish water; he can freeze everything.
Ji Mofan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
This Fang Xian... how come he's both smart and not smart?
It's just a little water summoned by the water control talisman, nothing precious. Although it does make it easier for him to release his spiritual power, can't he just sprinkle water himself if he wants it?
He has a Qiankun bag that's completely filled with water!
Despite his inner grumbling, Ji Mofan's hands didn't falter at all; he swiftly flung it out again...
—He tossed a handful of dried fish out.
This was given to him by Zheng Xianchan. At first, Ji Mofan even wondered if Senior Brother Zheng would attack everyone equally just because he was called Little Cat.
But these dried fish aren't for eating.
It's meant to be fried.
Although, according to him, he wanted to make dried fish with a texture similar to popping candy.
Unfortunately, the finished product didn't resemble popping candy much; it looked more like a firecracker, so it was inedible.
"Just stuff all of this into your opponent's mouth when the time comes," Zheng Xianchan advised Ji Mofan earnestly.
He seemed genuinely convinced that his own things were very useful.
Ji Mo Fan was too embarrassed to say it at the time.
After all, with Zheng Xianchan's talent, he wouldn't even qualify as a true disciple in other sects.
He was only lucky to be accepted as a disciple by Xie Qingya, or at most, he was just very sincere in calling Xie Qingya "Grandpa".
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been unable to complete his apprenticeship for so many years.
Ji Mo Fan Sheng was afraid of offending others.
The next second, Jiang Shiyun jumped out and scolded him, and also told Ji Mofan not to give him face, otherwise this shameless guy would take advantage of the situation. She personally tested it and guaranteed it to be true.
Jimo Fan: ......
However, these dried fish actually proved useful to him.
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