"When has this brat ever been so polite to me?" Li Mingyin glared, his beard bristling. "Why should I!"
Elder Qian: ......
The two of them really do share a similar style.
This year's Daodao Conference has also concluded amidst much anticipation.
Ji Mo Fan received the award, but he couldn't leave for a while because he still had to listen to Xiao Ling Sect Leader's speech, which was pretty much the same at every conference.
They praised the outstanding performance of the new generation of cultivators and expressed their expectation that all participants would have an even better performance in the next conference.
This is a topic that's been discussed countless times.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing." Fang Xuan suddenly moved closer to Ji Mofan at this moment. "I haven't thanked you yet for what happened with Fu Xingle earlier."
Ji Mo Fan, who was lost in thought, suddenly snapped back to reality. "Huh? It's nothing."
If Fang Xian hadn't brought it up himself, he wouldn't have taken the matter of giving Fu Xingle a handkerchief to heart.
However, that's just how Fang Xuan is. Nowadays, the cultivation world has mixed opinions about him, precisely because he always does these nonsensical things.
When impulsive, they dare to do anything and act on impulse, but afterwards they will honestly admit their mistakes and not be the kind of person who makes trouble unreasonably.
“Besides, the thing you should do most is not thank me, but apologize to Senior Sister Fu,” Ji Mofan said.
“Apologizing in this kind of situation is a bit too casual,” Fang Xuan said. “I will formally apologize after the conference ends.”
"And that senior sister from your Chaoming Hall too."
Ji Mo Fan nodded in understanding.
By the time they boarded their flying artifacts for the return journey, dusk had already fallen.
The fellow disciples of Chaoming Hall were very excited and gathered around Jimo Fan, saying they wanted to throw him a celebration banquet.
Ji Mofan wasn't very interested in these kinds of activities. He hadn't relaxed at all during the several days of the conference, and now he preferred to relax and recuperate alone in his room.
However, his senior brothers and sisters were too enthusiastic, and he didn't want to be a spoilsport. They entertained him with laughter and merriment all night, and by the time he was finally able to escape back to his room, it was already completely dark.
Leaning against the door, Ji Mofan sighed, and as soon as he looked up, he saw himself in the bronze mirror.
Hmm, his hair was all messed up, and his face was pinched with several light red marks. He felt like he had almost turned into Play-Doh, being kneaded and flattened in everyone's hands.
However... this feeling isn't too bad.
It's not that I dislike it, but rather... I'm not used to it.
The Yuncang Sword Sect does not usually hold such events.
Even when he took third place on the Heavenly Ranking four years ago, there was no lively celebration banquet after he returned. At most, he gained some popularity when it was confirmed that he would be named the chief disciple. Otherwise, everyone was indifferent.
Ji Mofan originally thought that cultivators should act in this way.
But Chaoming Palace offered him another possibility.
As expected, on his way back, he was harassed by his fellow disciples who had gone to the competition with him. When he returned to the sect and entered the main hall, he was blocked by his fellow disciples who had not gone to the competition venue.
The number of disciples from Chaoming Palace this time was obviously not as large as when they first learned that Ji Mofan was about to join, since they were more focused on their own affairs most of the time.
The fact that Ji Mofan took first place on the Heavenly Ranking is related to them is that it brought honor back to the Chaoming Palace;
But the relationship isn't really that significant; the main benefit is for Jimo Fan himself.
The group that came were mostly people who had nothing better to do and loved to join in the fun.
After fussing with fellow disciples whose names he couldn't even recall for a while, Ji Mofan finally managed to escape and return to his small courtyard. The next second, Zheng Xianchan and Jiang Shiyun pounced on him, and Xie Qingya was also sitting on a rattan chair in his courtyard, holding a small wine cup and smiling at him.
Jimo Fan: ......
It looks like I won't have a chance to sleep tonight.
*
When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky; Ji Mo Fan rarely gets up this late.
Last night, Jiang Shiyun and Zheng Xianchan kept him up for half the night, and Xie Qingya also made him drink several more bottles of wine. Even Ge Gen, whom he hadn't seen for several days, came over.
Finally, seeing that it was too late, and that the child had been knocked out by Xie Qingya with just one drink, they sent him home to sleep.
Ji Mofan didn't actually think the wine was that good, but Xie Qingya seemed to enjoy using it to amuse the child, so he still tolerated his master.
After getting up and tidying himself up, he pushed open his door and, unsurprisingly, saw a person lying comfortably in a wicker chair in his yard.
"Demon Lord, are you here to interrogate me?" Ji Mofan stopped at the door, released his grip on the door, and silently put the door in his sleeve.
The Demon Lord that Ji Mofan usually sees is usually carefree and nonchalant, and he might even lie backwards in a chair eating berries.
But now his hands were empty, and he just stood there with his arms crossed, staring at Ji Mofan standing at the door.
"That's a question I should be asking you," he said. "Having suffered such a huge loss, you're just going to let it go so easily?"
"You have to eat one bite at a time," Ji Mofan shook his head. "And you have to solve one problem at a time."
Previously, during the Dao Asking Conference, he neither had the energy nor the inclination to deal with other issues. Now that everything has settled down, he naturally has the time to address other problems.
For example, Qu Jin, who inexplicably and suddenly showed hostility towards him;
For example, Qi Fengyu, whose love and hatred spanned two lifetimes;
Ji Mofan rubbed his chin, and it seemed that the obsession he had to resolve had lessened without him realizing it.
"Perfect timing, you're here. Come with me again, I need your help with something." After sorting through his unfinished business from the past, Ji Mo Fan walked over and patted him on the shoulder...
He originally wanted to pat Xiao Wangyan, but was afraid of angering this big shot again, so in the end he patted the back of the chair instead.
Xiao Wangyan wasn't buying it. He remained leaning back in his chair, not moving. "You seem quite comfortable ordering me around? Let me tell you, calling me 'father' won't work anymore. I've already..."
“Master,” Ji Mo Fan suddenly interrupted him.
Xiao Wangyan swallowed back all the words he was about to say.
Oh no, he falls for that.
When he finally stood with Ji Mofan in front of the Thousand Crane Tower gate, he began to question the meaning of life.
No, wasn't it he who asked Ji Mofan to call him master in the first place?
How come he's the one being controlled now?
Is it because you've gotten used to listening to the Venerable One, that you're not used to having a different master now?
How about next time we let the little puppet call me Your Majesty?
Xiao Wangyan followed Ji Mofan, and because he was distracted, he was hit on the forehead by the wind chime hanging at the door.
Fortunately, his face was covered by that unpleasant Nuo mask, so no one could tell that he looked strange.
Only Ji Mofan, who had been walking beside him, gave him a strange look.
What's wrong with this Demon Lord?
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