Ji Mofan received the token representing his chief status for the second time, but his state of mind was completely different from four years ago.
Or rather, for him, it wasn't just four years, but an entire lifetime.
Even the level of importance attached to it was different from that back in the Yun Cang Sword Sect. The Yun Cang Sword Sect's style was to keep things simple, so even the ceremony was kept simple. It was formal, but once the ceremony was performed and everyone was present as witnesses, the matter was considered over.
But little did anyone know that Chaoming Palace could handle things even more simply, to the point that it could be described as rudimentary.
Xie Qingya passed the message to Ji Mofan, who then went to pay his respects to the Palace Master alone. After receiving his teachings, that was the end of it.
Even the so-called teachings consisted of only three sentences.
The Palace Master said, “From now on, you will be the chief of the Chaoming Palace. You must prioritize the sect in your actions... Well, what I mean is that your reputation is the sect's reputation. If you disagree, then fight, just don't kill yourself.”
Temple Master: "This is the chief token, please take it."
Palace Master: "The door is over there."
Ji Mofan was still in a daze when he went outside. He couldn't even draw a complete question mark before the door behind him slowly closed.
Without any witnesses or lengthy pronouncements urging him to practice self-discipline, morality, and brotherly love, the chief token was simply handed to him lightly.
Looking down at the small iron plaque lying in his palm, he saw that the three large characters "Chao Ming Dian" were painted in gold, with brilliant and shining strokes falling between cloud and mist patterns.
"Chao" refers to early morning, and "ming" refers to dusk.
Whether it's a cloud about to fall into darkness or a cloud about to move towards the light, it's all contained within it.
Ji Mo Fan thought that his decision to leave Yun Cang Sword Sect and join Chao Ming Palace was absolutely the right one.
He did not allow himself to regret everything he had done for the Yuncang Sword Sect, because there was someone else who should regret it.
He would only joyfully welcome every glimmer of light before him.
Taking on the position of chief disciple of the Chaoming Hall at this juncture is, in a sense, extremely bad.
Ji Mofan still hadn't fully resolved the issues with the Yuncang Sword Sect, and was immediately given new sect affairs.
It wasn't exactly busy, but it was definitely chaotic.
Chaoming Palace was not a very cohesive sect. From the sect leader to the disciples, they were all of similar character. Ji Mofan was mentally prepared when he took over the affairs, but he still felt dizzy when he saw the logs from previous years.
The records were already quite chaotic, and Sheng Xi's illegible handwriting from his time in office only added to the mess.
Ji Mofan didn't even know where to start with sorting things out. After staring blankly at a huge stack of old accounts for a while, he decided to give up and try to do it himself.
As long as a person works, there will always be work to do.
He needs to learn to delegate tasks to others.
So he used a communication talisman to summon Sheng Xi, who was secretly hiding in the cultivation world.
"What did you say?" Perhaps in case she was recognized, Sheng Xi had made her face even darker recently, looking like she had just been pulled out of the mud.
"You want me to organize all these sect logs for you?" He repeated Ji Mofan's words, utterly incredulous. "Me? You want me?"
Seeing the hand pointing at his nose, Ji Mofan nodded without any guilt, "Of course you have to clean up the mess you left behind."
"Are you kidding me? I'm already dead! My memorial tablet is enshrined in the ancestral hall!" Sheng Xi slammed her hand on the table in front of Ji Mofan, causing the account book to clatter to the ground.
"You want a dead man to come back and do your work? Where is your conscience?!"
Ji Mofan bent down and picked up the ledger without changing his expression. He opened to the page recorded by Sheng Xi and tapped his fingertips on the lines of words that looked like insects crawling across them. "I've fed you. Hurry up and get back to work, or I'll expose that you're not only alive but have also fallen into demonic cultivation."
Sheng Xi suddenly fell silent, and after a long while, she managed to stammer out a sentence, "You've changed. You weren't like this before."
When they met on the arena of the Dao Asking Tournament before, Ji Mo Fan was clearly someone who could remain calm and composed even when he was being challenged by him.
How did you become such a sharp-tongued person who never suffers a loss and always tries to stir up trouble even when you're being unreasonable?
Ji Mofan looked up at him and smiled, but his eyebrows and eyes didn't curve at all; it was a cold laugh. "The past is the past. I suddenly feel that I lived a really pathetic life before, so I'm going to change my way of living."
Sheng Xi: ......
"Okay." He nodded.
"Okay, okay, okay." After saying "okay" three times, Sheng Xi finally agreed to sit opposite Ji Mofan and reached out to take the account book placed in front of him.
After carefully examining it for a long time, he finally only gave Ji Mofan one sentence: "What kind of crap is this?"
Jimo Fan: ......
“You even have the ledger upside down.” He sighed, thinking to himself that he really shouldn’t have placed his hopes on this unreliable chief.
How could someone like me be a proper and upright person, if I could be recognized as the chief disciple by such an oddly shaped sect?
...Wait, it seems like I'm cursing myself too.
It's okay, it's not important.
Ji Mofan forced Sheng Xi to go over the account books with him all night long, until dawn. Sheng Xi finally couldn't take it anymore and collapsed into the pile of account books next to the table with a wail.
"I'm going to sleep!" he announced, and the next second he was snoring.
Jimo Fan: ......
He sighed, rubbed his eyes which were sore from staring at the scribbled characters all night, and reluctantly covered Sheng Xi's belly button with an account book.
Go to sleep, who can sleep with him?
Although he had been working non-stop for almost the entire day, Ji Mofan was already used to this intensity. He wasn't tired at all and planned to finish the last bit of work in the morning light.
Two days ago, Jiang Shiyun made a special trip to replace the paper windows with polished glass, making the room much brighter. During the day, he could see very clearly without having to waste spiritual energy to enhance his eyes.
However, in the bright light and shadow, Ji Mofan suddenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow moving around in his courtyard out of the corner of his eye.
Ji Mofan glanced over, his gaze passing over with understanding, then he stopped caring and looked away.
But the shadow became uneasy. After pacing around the yard for a while without getting a response, it secretly rolled to the doorway.
Ji Mofan still didn't look up, staring at the ledger in his hand. "So you finally decided to come back? I thought you'd become a wild animal."
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