Yan Qishi turned her gaze away from Ji Mofan and looked back at Ji Yunhong. "Elder Ji probably doesn't know yet, but Ji Mofan is now the chief disciple of Chaoming Hall."
"What!" Ji Yunhong exclaimed in surprise and disbelief.
He wasn't the only one who was shocked; although the others remained silent, their expressions also changed several times.
Shen Yun's lowered eyes flickered, but in the end he didn't make a move, remaining in the corner, indifferent to his own thoughts.
"How is this possible? Not a single word has come from Chaoming Palace!" Ji Yunhong's incredulous gaze shifted between Ji Mofan and Yan Qishi several times, clearly showing his complete disbelief.
The Xiaoling Sect has also recently experienced personnel changes, with Li Jinchu's appointment as chief causing quite a stir.
How could the Chaoming Palace, which had always been second in command under the Xiaoling Sect, possibly be outdone by them in such a matter?
Even if we don't hold a grander event than the Xiaoling Sect with fanfare, we can't just stay silent and not let any word out!
"Elder Ji may not have a very good memory." Yan Qishi shook her head. "Do you need me to help you recall? A few years ago, the former chief of Chaoming Hall, Sheng Xi, also had his investiture ceremony held quietly."
Ji Yunhong was speechless.
Sheng Xi was officially appointed as the chief in the Chaoming Hall only after achieving second place on the Heavenly Ranking in the Dao Asking Conference.
However, at that time, Chaoming Palace did not make a single public announcement. The fact that other people in the cultivation world knew about this was all because Sheng Xi herself had a big mouth and spread the word all by herself.
Given Ji Mofan's personality, he wouldn't do such a thing.
"Where did Elder Yan hear about this?" After pondering for a while, Ji Yunhong could only move his buttocks back a little.
“If you’re willing to ask, you can always find out. This matter isn’t exactly a secret in the Chaoming Palace; it’s just that they don’t tell the outside world about it.” Yan Qishi fiddled with her fingernails.
“Elder Ji seems to have many doubts about me,” Ji Mofan, sitting on the high platform, spoke up. “If that’s the case, does having this thing prove that my identity isn’t just a rumor?”
The attention of everyone in the hall was drawn to it.
As Ji Mofan raised his hand, a flash of light appeared in his palm, and an exquisite iron plaque immediately appeared in his hand.
In the cultivation world, the tokens of various sects are different, but as a renowned and long-established sect, Chaoming Palace probably has a chief cultivator whose iron token is recognized by every cultivator.
Ji Yunhong clenched his teeth and made a grinding sound.
This thing is definitely not fake.
Ji Mofan had no need to tell such a lie that could be easily exposed, and in the entire cultivation world, no one dared to claim the chief position of Chaoming Palace.
This proved that what he said was true, so there was nothing wrong with him sitting in the main seat of the hall and speaking to them.
When the sect leader is absent, the chief disciple's status is equivalent to that of the sect leader. Now that Qi Yuan is not here, although Ji Mo Fan is no longer a disciple of the Yun Cang Sword Sect, he is not someone that the elders and true disciples can easily control.
“Of course.” Taking a deep breath, Ji Yunhong calmed his voice. “Chief Jimo, please forgive me. The sect affairs have been complicated lately, and everyone has been too busy to rest. We were a little emotional at the time, so please forgive any neglect.”
"Don't invite guests if you're not prepared to entertain them." Ji Mofan showed him no respect whatsoever. "Elder Ji, you are an elder. Do you need a greenhorn like me to teach you how to entertain guests?"
Ji Yunhong was practically smoking from his retorts.
What kind of place is Chaoming Palace? When Ji Mofan was in the sect, he would occasionally make people's blood pressure rise, but at least he wouldn't be so blatant in embarrassing them.
His current demeanor, ironically, reminded him of the former Chief of the Chaoming Palace.
Can this thing be transmitted through job positions?
Seeing his expression, Ji Mofan felt much better.
There was nothing he could do; he had been dredging up old grievances from the Chaoming Palace for the past two days, which had already put him in a bad mood.
Sheng Xi was dragged along to help, and in her drowsy state, she uttered all sorts of things. He didn't know if it was contagious, but he certainly remembered it.
What he excels at is applying what he has learned immediately.
"If Elder Ji is not feeling well, perhaps he should go and rest first." Seeing that Ji Yunhong was panting like an old ox, Ji Mofan offered a timely suggestion.
Look how considerate he is.
However, Ji Yunhong didn't seem to appreciate it. He was red-faced and about to speak when Yan Qishi threw a leaf over and stuffed it into his mouth.
It happened very quickly. Ji Mofan only caught a glimpse of it. It looked like some kind of heat-clearing and fire-reducing medicinal herb. It was harmless to the body, but it tasted extremely bitter.
Ji Yunhong was forcibly silenced and kept gulping down water.
Ji Mo Fan then turned his attention to Yan Qi Shi.
He didn't have much of an impression of this female cultivator, because in his memory this peak had always been very peaceful. Even if there were occasional harmless conflicts, they would be resolved internally very quickly.
The only people who frequently tried to make their presence known to him were Shen Yun and Ji Yunhong.
Elder Yan, who always stood aside and watched the excitement, actually spoke up for him today, acting as if he were in charge, which made Ji Mofan look at him with new respect.
However, he had no interest in any factional infighting within the Yuncang Sword Sect; to Ji Mofan, this was just a transaction.
As expected, Yan Qishi also saw through Ji Mofan's implied meaning. Without wasting words, he directly stated their attitude: "Chief Ji Mofan, as long as you are willing to lend a helping hand to Yun Cang Sword Sect, the Sword Sect can offer up fifty years' worth of secret realm harvesting results."
Upon hearing this, a collective gasp immediately filled the room.
"Elder Yan, are you joking?" Ji Yunhong was still drinking water with a bitter expression when another elder next to Yan Qishi spoke up, "Fifty years of harvesting results? Our sect is already struggling to make ends meet, and now you want to send such a large sum to outsiders?"
"Isn't this like cutting off the fuel supply at the root of the problem?!"
“To cut off the fuel supply, you need to have the fuel supply first.” Yan Qishi glanced at the person next to her. “If the rumors outside continue to worsen, the Yun Cang Sword Sect’s reputation will soon be completely ruined.”
"Paying salaries now will at least maintain the sect's facade of respectability. Otherwise, if things continue to escalate... Elder Qian, there must be quite a few disciples in your peak who are taking leave or even making up various excuses to try to leave the sect, right?"
Elder Qian opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Who could have imagined that Ji Mofan could serve as both firewood and cooking pot all by himself?
If they do nothing now, they'll just be wasting their resources. If they use their remaining resources to take a gamble, maybe in a few years they can raise another Jimo Fan.
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