Ji Mo Fan withdrew his hand.
After staring at Qi Fengyu for a while, he suddenly spoke up, "Still pretending to be asleep?"
Qi Fengyu remained motionless on the bed.
Ji Mofan raised his hand again and pressed it against his chest. The latter suddenly rolled over with the blanket, rolling to the innermost part of the bed.
Ji Mofan withdrew his hand. "Did you have fun playing in my formation?"
Qi Fengyu rolled herself up in the blanket, making herself look like a rice dumpling.
"How did you get here?" His eyes were slightly dark, making him look nothing like someone who had just woken up from a long sleep.
It seems the illusion has really tormented him.
"You killed your own father, so why do you think I'm here?" Ji Mofan calmly put his hands into his sleeves and looked Qi Fengyu up and down.
“I didn’t know you had this kind of trick up your sleeve,” he said.
Qi Fengyu didn't speak, but stared intently at Ji Mofan, almost as if she wanted to bore a hole through his face.
"What exactly do you want to do here!" After a long silence, he suddenly seemed to explode, his emotions unable to be suppressed, all of which burst out in a sharp roar.
Ji Mofan watched him go crazy, smashing all the bedding and pillows off the bed, and finally sitting on the bare bed board, panting heavily.
He casually caught the pillow that was thrown at him, his expression not changing much.
"Yes! I used to always make you get hurt in my place, but wasn't that your own choice? I didn't force you to stand in front of me!" After the rage came an overwhelming sense of grievance. Qi Fengyu rarely disregarded her image and cried her heart out.
"You gave so willingly before, and now you're taking your anger out on me because you haven't received the reward you deserve? If I had known you were the kind of person who only expects something in return for your kindness, I wouldn't have accepted your help in the first place! If I can't repay you, can't I just stay away from you!"
"Now that I've changed, I'll never again have the ability to harm you or steal your inner core like I did in my past life. Are you satisfied now?"
After Qi Fengyu finished yelling, she tried to pounce on Ji Mofan, but before her fingernails could even touch the hem of Ji Mofan's clothes, she was pushed back onto the bed by a cold spiritual energy.
He shivered and sneezed twice in a row.
"Have you finished acting?" Ji Mofan's cold voice came. "Your heart rate isn't rising much. If you're weak, don't do such strenuous exercise."
Qi Fengyu looked up and glared at him.
"Honest now?" Ji Mofan tilted his head. "Answer my question: What did you do to the sect leader?"
Qi Fengyu's face still bore the tear stains from her earlier crying and shouting. Suddenly, she stopped crying and shouting, and gave Ji Mofan a cold laugh, "That old man deserved it."
"He's clearly a cultivator, yet he could watch my mother die without a second thought." His face instantly hardened with hatred. "My mother died giving birth to his child, so why has he been able to live so many years?"
Ji Mo Fan felt that Qi Fengyu's talent was suitable for becoming a performer who could perform tricks, and that he could be in charge of the face-changing show.
“You have no idea what happened back then.” Ignoring the questioning, Qi Fengyu continued, “My mother was six months pregnant, but he was a husband in name only, causing my mother to suffer all kinds of criticism. It wasn’t until my mother died in childbirth that he showed up for the first time and took the child away.”
"That hypocrite deserved to end up like this," he sneered. "I'm avenging my mother!"
"If you're going to spout nonsense, at least make your story a little more plausible." Ji Mofan, not wanting to listen any longer, interrupted his performance directly.
Qi Fengyu looked up in surprise, and although he quickly concealed his emotions, Ji Mofan did not miss the change in his expression at that moment.
Ji Mo Fan not only remained unmoved, but even immediately became convinced that he was lying.
Does he really trust Qi Yuan that much?
That old man had only appeared in his life for a few years, and in his previous life, he hadn't even shown his face when he died!
What gives him the right?!
Upon seeing the questioning look in Qi Fengyu's eyes, Ji Mofan unconsciously moved his neck, feeling a sense of emptiness there.
Why? Perhaps it's because of this immortal bone that has long been intertwined with his blood and milk.
"You've talked about your mother's past for so long." Ji Mofan looked up and then at Qi Fengyu. "But if I remember correctly, when you were brought back to the sect by the sect leader, you were just an infant in swaddling clothes."
"Tell me, how did you know all this?"
Qi Fengyu's eyes flickered for a moment, "...It was my mother's family who told me."
Ji Mofan was amused by his stubborn resistance. "You have contact with them? But I've known you for so many years, how come I've never heard you mention it before?"
"I'm present 99% of the time you leave the sect, so how could there be things I don't even know?"
“Because…” Qi Fengyu’s eyes darted around, “My mother’s family saw that I had climbed up the social ladder by associating with cultivators, so they came to me asking for favors.”
"They told me the truth about what happened back then, but I didn't want to be blackmailed by them. Besides, they were also involved in making my mother fall into such a predicament back then, so I sent them away."
"I've only met them once."
“Lying,” Ji Mofan said. “A family that can harm its own daughter and bully its own nephew would let go after only bothering you once?”
"It's either that they never intended to be malicious, or you've already had them taken care of, or..."
Ji Mofan stared at him with a deep gaze.
"Both."
Qi Fengyu's pupils contracted slightly.
Impossible. He handled things very cleanly back then. No matter what channel you use, you absolutely cannot find him.
Not only did he not do it himself, but he even implied that others should write the documents on his behalf when he bribed others.
He was a perfect victim from beginning to end. Those people ruined him and made his mother suffer during her pregnancy. Everything that followed was their own doing, which led to their downfall.
After reviewing the whole incident from beginning to end, Qi Fengyu was certain that she hadn't given herself away, and that Ji Mofan was just bluffing her.
Having figured out the key point, he looked at Ji Mofan with much calmer expression. "You can't just slander others because of your own high reputation, can you?"
"You?" Ji Mofan chuckled lightly. "You're not worth making me ruin my future."
Qi Fengyu was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth.
What's there to be proud of? If it weren't for his parents, who were probably dug out of some wild field, who gave him this great talent for cultivation, he'd probably still be scavenging for food in some corner of the world!
"Qi Fengyu, you don't actually have any hidden difficulties, do you?" Ji Mofan suddenly said.
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