No wonder he waited until after the Dao Inquiry Conference in his previous life to hold the Dao Couple Ceremony with Ji Mo Fan, but now he hastily chose such an inconvenient time.
He had reached the point where he couldn't continue without dual cultivation with Ji Mofan. Moreover, if he couldn't quickly bind Ji Mofan to himself, things would only get worse after he returned from another Dao Inquiry Conference and received even more praise.
He still doesn't think he did anything wrong, because Heaven really didn't leave him any other options.
Qi Fengyu had indeed worked hard at cultivation; in fact, he had been involved in cultivation much earlier than many disciples of the Yun Cang Sword Sect. It was as if he had been immersed in cultivation since he had any memories.
But his body just couldn't keep up with his ambition.
Despite putting in the same effort, his achievements just couldn't compare to others. Even after undergoing a marrow cleansing process that transformed his mixed spiritual roots into a single spiritual root, even after enduring almost inhuman pain by soaking in medicinal liquid for twelve hours at the age of five—
He still couldn't catch up with the others.
Envy turned into jealousy and then into hatred. Negative emotions reached their peak when they saw the achievements that Ji Mofan had made after entering the sect.
On what grounds?
Why is he so favored by the heavens? Why is it that all his hard work and struggles cannot even match one-tenth of his achievements?
...Since that's the case, there's nothing we can do about it.
If Heaven doesn't give him anything, then he can just reach out and snatch it himself.
As long as I can find that person from my past life...
Wearing a large cloak, Qi Fengyu walked through the secluded forest, intending to stop and rest for a while in a clearing. However, before he could even find a flat place to sit down, he suddenly felt dizzy.
The ground tilted and hit his head. It took Qi Fengyu several seconds to come to his senses, and he slowly braced himself against a tree root.
He took his own pulse.
Strangely, there was nothing wrong with his body; he was still in the same disheveled state as when he left home.
It wasn't like I was suddenly attacked, so why did I suddenly feel dizzy?
The little face hidden under the cloak gradually scrunched up.
Since it's not a physical problem... then it must be a spiritual issue?
He had clearly made preparations before leaving the sect, preventing the old man from cooperating with Shen Yun to remove the soul lamp and search for people. So what's going on now?
Is there another way to remove the soul lamp from the peach and plum tree that he is unaware of?
Regardless, his current location is no longer safe, and he must move as soon as possible.
Without time to think too much, Qi Fengyu hurriedly summoned his sword, mounted it, and wobbled into the air, randomly choosing a direction to fly away as quickly as possible.
But before he could travel more than a few steps on his sword, a blue light suddenly flashed before his eyes.
A chill swept over him, and Qi Fengyu's pupils contracted sharply for a moment. He tumbled awkwardly off the sword and landed in the bushes below.
His whole body ached, and even his head was buzzing, as if someone was constantly banging a gong inside his head. This time, the dizziness was even more intense than the moment before. Qi Fengyu felt as if he had been dizzy for a century before he was able to barely get rid of the tinnitus and look up at the uninvited guest in front of him.
The unfamiliar hue resembled the setting sun on the horizon. Qi Fengyu barely managed to focus his gaze before recognizing it as the disciple robes of Chaoming Palace, one of the five major sects.
He didn't even need to look up again; he already knew who it was.
"...Ji Mo Fan, you found me." He spoke with difficulty, but there was still a hint of laughter in his voice.
Ji Mofan's Embracing Snow Sword wasn't even drawn from its sheath. He had just casually unleashed a burst of sword energy while the sword was still in its sheath, which easily knocked the person from mid-air to the ground.
His robes brushed against the grass, and he slowly walked over to Qi Fengyu, stepping on the fallen branches.
"Long time no see, Qi Fengyu," he said.
Qi Fengyu propped herself up and slowly raised her head, which was still throbbing with pain.
The hood on his head slipped down, revealing a face that would amaze anyone who saw it.
"Why don't you call me Xiaoyu anymore?" he asked.
Ji Mofan unconsciously tightened his grip on the sword hilt. "Do you think it's meaningful to be so concerned about such trivial matters?"
"You also came back from the future, right?"
Qi Fengyu wrinkled her nose, making a rather pitiful expression, whether intentionally or unintentionally. "Although I had already guessed it, hearing you say it yourself really makes a difference."
Ji Mofan had long been tired of his hypocritical mask, and now he had no patience left. "Even now, you don't still want to kill me, do you?"
"I was out of my mind before, letting an ungrateful wretch like you take advantage of me. Now you won't be able to achieve your goal as easily as before."
"Really? Then why did you come looking for me?" Qi Fengyu slowly stood up, still swaying slightly, and barely managed to hold onto the tree trunk beside her.
"Shouldn't they have thrown me as far away as possible? Or, to eliminate any potential problems, just kill me with a single blow?"
Ji Mofan looked at him without saying anything.
Qi Fengyu smiled and answered for him, "Because you can't lay a hand on me right now."
"While righteous cultivation doesn't mean one should completely abstain from killing, it always requires a justifiable cause. You can't touch me now because I've never directly harmed you, or even anyone else, in the past."
Although he felt very uncomfortable with Qi Fengyu's arrogant attitude, Ji Mofan had to admit that what Qi Fengyu said was true.
He used to deceive more than 80% of the disciples of the Yuncang Sword Sect into obeying him, and swindled them out of a lot of rare and precious materials for his own use in conditioning his body.
But ultimately, this matter was voluntary on both sides, and it did not cause any serious consequences.
Even though Ji Mofan was repeatedly seriously injured because of him, he was not forced by anyone to step forward at that time; he genuinely wanted to save people.
So, if we have to say something, although he caused a lot of trouble for many people, we absolutely cannot say that he was utterly wicked.
Ji Mofan had no way to retaliate against him for the evil deeds he had not committed in this life.
So in principle, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to attack Ji Mofan, Ji Mofan can only watch him live a lively life.
Ji Mofan tilted his head and looked at him for a while.
Suddenly, he nodded slightly and chuckled enigmatically.
Having known each other for over ten years, Qi Fengyu had never seen Ji Mofan show such an expression.
Although her eyebrows and eyes were curved and the corners of her lips were upturned, there was no gentleness in her smile; instead, it was full of sinister intent.
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