Although it was still daytime, the light wasn't very good because they were in the woods. Ji Mofan stood in the swaying shadows, and the light and shadow created moving spots on his face, making his already unpleasant expression appear and disappear. Qi Fengyu could almost hear every cell in his body screaming for him to run away.
He wasn't unfamiliar with evil people; when he went down the mountain with his fellow disciples in the past, he would occasionally encounter vicious thugs.
But at that time, there were always other people standing in front of him.
Moreover... the fact that the person now displaying this terrifying expression is Ji Mo Fan is already extremely frightening.
"Why do you think I would care about those rules and regulations for righteous cultivators?" Ji Mofan's voice trailed off slightly, sounding light and airy.
His tone of voice was completely different from his usual tone of voice; it was as if he were a completely different person.
Qi Fengyu's wide eyes narrowed slightly, reflecting the ice-blue sword blade slowly being drawn from its sheath in front of him.
"You..." He wanted to say something.
I wanted to tell him to calm down, or to stop bluffing and intimidating people.
Would Ji Mo Fan give up his cultivation just to kill such an insignificant nobody like him?
What kind of joke is this, about immortals and demons!
However, the sight of Jimo Fan in front of him now gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, and Qi Fengyu could not make up his mind.
Indeed, all he knew was Ji Mo Fan who had never been reborn.
Since returning to this point in time from his previous life, he has never personally met the current Ji Mo Fan face to face.
He couldn't deduce what kind of transformation he had gained from a death based on Ji Mofan's past actions.
He couldn't make a sound.
And the scariest thing is...
He actually managed to detect a faint dark color in the overflowing icy blue spiritual energy of Jimo Fan.
Even if he wasn't particularly talented, he was well aware of what that meant.
It was an inner demon invading the body, and it could no longer be suppressed within the mind, so it couldn't help but break free of its cocoon.
Does it look familiar?
With the icy blade pressed against her neck, Qi Fengyu had to tilt her head back to avoid being frostbitten by the icy spiritual power.
He looked up at Ji Mofan standing in front of him and couldn't help but swallow.
Of course it looks familiar... how could it not look familiar?
When he kills Ji Mo Fan at that point in the future, the inner core he extracts from Ji Mo Fan's spiritual core will look just like this.
Although the inner core is formed from ice-attribute spiritual energy, it doesn't feel cold to the touch when held in the hand; instead, it emits a comfortable coolness.
However, the dark aura swirling around it was rather disruptive to the atmosphere, and occasionally touching it would feel like being pricked by a needle. He even spent some time removing that dark aura.
To his surprise, Ji Mofan's inner demons did not disappear with his transmigration; on the contrary, they seemed to intensify.
And he actually missed that.
The inner demon is something that follows the soul. In other words, as long as Ji Mofan has this memory, the inner demon will follow him like a shadow, regardless of where he is.
Damn it! If I had known in his past life, I should have investigated more carefully what caused Ji Mofan's inner demons!
Otherwise, we wouldn't be in such a predicament, caught off guard!
"My inner demon—it's you, Qi Fengyu."
While her mind was racing with chaotic thoughts, Qi Fengyu suddenly heard Ji Mofan's voice in her ears.
He froze for a moment, then his eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you say?!"
"Why do you think I would risk my life to protect you every time?" Ji Mofan looked down at him, his half-closed eyes revealing no obvious emotion, only a turbulent undercurrent.
"I'm afraid you've always thought it was just my personality. But think back carefully, in your past life, was there anyone else I would protect to that extent?"
Qi Fengyu felt her voice getting hoarseer and hoarse.
My mind was almost completely blank; I couldn't even utter a meaningless syllable with my mouth open.
What does Jimo Fan mean by this?
His inner demon was himself, and in the past, he was indeed the one who had been the most eager to run around for him.
Qi Fengyu never thought much about it, because Ji Mofan treated everyone so well, almost equally.
But now that he brought it up in such particular way, the old stories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. Qi Fengyu suddenly realized that it seemed that the reason why Ji Mofan had been in danger several times and risked his own life was because of him, Qi Fengyu.
He had encountered trouble at other times, but Ji Mofan had never returned with such serious injuries.
...Is he treating me differently?
He had chosen Ji Mofan as his Daoist partner because, firstly, Ji Mofan's physical condition was suitable for him to pursue, and secondly, he believed that Ji Mofan would not have any unusual thoughts just because they had become Daoist partners.
His motto has always been that no one should cross the line, and all emotions must stop at friendship.
But when exactly did Ji Mofan's feelings change?
And he hid it so well that he never spoke of it until his death.
"...But didn't you... charge into battle for me time and time again without ever retreating...?" Qi Fengyu had no choice but to bite the bullet and communicate with Ji Mofan.
He can only hope that Ji Mofan still has his senses and hasn't been completely controlled by his inner demons.
“I can do what I want,” Ji Mofan said, “but Qi Fengyu, you never reciprocated my efforts, leaving me with this unspoken regret until my death…”
“I am a human being, not a Buddha who has compassion for all things.”
Qi Fengyu was completely at a loss.
He tried every means to escape because he didn't want to confront Ji Mofan directly, and even went so far as to harm Qi Yuan for it.
Given his current physical condition, the only way for him to harm Ji Mofan is to hide in the shadows and secretly plot and use underhanded tactics.
But he didn't expect that the Yuncang Sword Sect would come up with the idea of using the Soul Lamp so quickly.
According to his calculations, he should have had at least a two-week break.
But only a few days have passed, which is not enough time for him to do anything. He hasn't even been able to run very far.
Damn it! If only he could have the same healthy body he had in his previous life...
Suddenly, everything went black.
"...Eh?" Qi Fengyu suddenly swayed, and even the sharp blade pressed against his chin couldn't bring him back to his senses. When he came to his senses, his neck was already damp and sticky, and the pain told him that he must have been stabbed.
But... what was that just now?
Unlike the feeling of his soul being forced to connect with other things earlier, this darkness came from within himself...
"The timing is really bad." Ji Mofan flicked his head with his sword. "Qi Fengyu, you seem to be—"
"He has inner demons."
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