As Qi Fengyu analyzed himself, Ji Mofan narrowed his eyes.
Instead of rambling on about his personal journey like Qi Fengyu did, he simply pulled him out of bed.
With her other hand, she transformed spiritual energy into a sharp blade, piercing the skin on the back of his neck.
Qi Fengyu cried out in pain.
The bones made a teeth-grinding cracking sound, and beads of sweat seeped from Qi Fengyu's forehead, flowing into the wound and arousing a fine, dense pain.
The scene before him spun around him, and when Ji Mofan withdrew the force in his hand, he felt as if he had instantly fallen into a soft cotton ball.
A sense of emptiness enveloped his entire body. The bed tilted in front of him and slammed hard into the tip of his nose.
It hurt terribly; he felt like his nose was about to break.
"...What...what do you want my immortal bones for?" After a long while, Qi Fengyu was finally able to lift his head.
Ji Mofan's five fingers were entirely covered in a crimson, winding pattern. In his palm lay a small piece of bone, untouched by blood, its surface reflecting a lustrous sheen like jade.
Ji Mofan didn't want to explain to Qi Fengyu; he was too lazy to say anything useless.
Just as he was putting the immortal bone into his Qiankun bag, Zhou Hengyu happened to arrive at the same time with the prepared medicine.
Upon entering, he was stunned to see the bed covered in blood. After a long pause, he raised a trembling finger and pointed, his eyes wide as he looked at Ji Mofan, "What... what happened?"
"The young sect leader felt guilty towards me, so he cut off his own immortal bones and gave them to me as compensation." Ji Mo Fan started spouting nonsense as soon as he opened his mouth.
Qi Fengyu's eyes widened as well.
How could he spout such nonsense!
But when he received Zhou Hengyu's incredulous look, he still gave a wry smile and replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes."
Even if he argues that things aren't like that, what can he do to Ji Mofan?
The Yuncang Sword Sect is no longer the Yuncang Sword Sect it once was, and Jimo Fan is no longer the Jimo Fan of the past.
Now, the sect is unlikely to go against Ji Mofan for the sake of a young sect leader who has fallen into demonic possession. Whether his words are true or false, no one else will stand up for him.
There's even a possibility that they might secretly sabotage Ji Mofan in order to curry favor with him.
He has always been adept at using others' sympathy to his own advantage, so he naturally knows best where the limit is to cause trouble for others.
How to evoke pity, and how to annoy people.
He can only, and must, act obediently now, regardless of whether he will have a chance to turn things around in the future.
Moreover, he has already fallen into the demonic path and has no chance of cultivating immortality in this life. Keeping this piece of immortal bone is useless. If it is tainted by demonic energy for a long time, the immortal affinity on it will dissipate on its own. It is better to cut it out, at least there will be a chance to use it.
Zhou Hengyu was stunned and didn't move for a long time.
Qi Fengyu felt that if he didn't save him soon, he would die, so he called out to Elder Zhou in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Ji Mo Fan stopped paying attention to how Zhou Hengyu was treating Qi Fengyu.
He had already accomplished all his goals for coming to the Yuncang Sword Sect today, and quietly slipped out of Zhou Hengyu's room while Zhou Hengyu was distracted.
The location of Yuncang Sword Sect is much larger than that of Chaoming Palace. Standing on the peak where Qi Fengyu lives, one can see the other eight peaks in the distance, arranged in a staggered pattern around the main peak.
He turned his head and looked up again, where there was an inconspicuous cave nestled among the misty cliffs.
Ji Mofan thought for a moment, but in the end he couldn't resist and walked over there.
Qi Yuan's cave was different from the previous ones because he was unconscious, and there was no protective barrier outside this time.
Ji Mofan didn't knock on the door; he went in quietly.
I gently pushed open the half-closed door; the sound of my clothes brushing against the threshold was barely audible.
A soft couch was placed by the window, where the old man sat cross-legged, holding several black objects in his hands.
"...I was worried you'd be in a bad mood." Seeing the old man playing cards so earnestly, Ji Mo Fanduo breathed a sigh of relief.
"I thought you'd forgotten about this old man." Qi Yuan didn't even look up, and immediately launched into a childish accusation.
Ji Mo Fan was speechless for a moment, "...I have something important I want to ask you."
Qi Yuanka casually tossed a card into the deck. "What do you want to ask? Is it about your immortal bones?"
Ji Mo Fan scratched his cheek. "Judging from what the Demon Lord is saying, this is something you gave to me?"
"Am I not actually a person at all, but a puppet created by Master Lu Tong?"
With both questions thrown at her at once, Qi Yuan sighed, "Actually, I'm not entirely sure either."
"Sending that egg to the Demon Lord was a last resort, and to be honest, even I, an old man, couldn't beat him at all back then."
"The things he finds interesting and wants, I could never get back even if I risked my life."
Ji Mo Fanxin said that the two of you are really contradicting each other.
Xiao Wangyan said he was not willing to raise Xihe, but he still carefully hatched the eggs and raised a small nose to such a big size;
Qi Yuan said he was worried about the Demon Lord, but he hadn't seen him go to the Demon Realm to see what was going on there all these years.
"So, I'm the only one nobody wants, huh?" Ji Mofan's lips twitched.
Qi Yuan suddenly waved to him.
Ji Mofan walked forward, confused, only to be grabbed and roughly kneaded by the other person. "Who said you didn't want me? You were the one who looked down on my sect and ran away from home. When did it become me driving you away?"
Ji Mo Fan was so bullied that he had no choice but to keep calling him "Grandpa Sect Master".
He now understood that Qi Yuan liked hearing this title not because she wanted to be his grandfather, but because she wanted to be the Demon Lord's father.
As before, Qi Yuan was satisfied and released Ji Mofan as soon as she heard him say that.
Ji Mofan took two steps back and grumbled as he tidied his hair, which had been ruffled into a bird's nest.
Actually, he came not only to ask Qi Yuan about the immortal bones.
Ji Mofan lived a very happy life in public during the years when he was under Qi Yuan's protection. However, after Qi Yuan went into seclusion, his situation deteriorated. In his previous life, he was completely drained of all his value and ended up dying.
Even while in seclusion, Qi Yuan was still able to sense things in the outside world, and most of what happened in the Yun Cang Sword Sect did not escape his notice.
But Qi Yuan never knew why and never paid any attention to him.
Ji Mo Fan didn't want to hold Qi Yuan responsible. Ninety-nine percent of the reason he became like that in his previous life was his own fault. Qi Yuan had taken over such a big trouble from the Demon Lord, and the fact that he had done this much was already quite considerate.
All he cared about was why.
There was no doubt that Qi Yuan was good to him, so there must have been other reasons why she suddenly abandoned him.
For example... Zhou Hengyu and Peng Ruo both mentioned during their pulse diagnosis that Qi Yuan's pulse was very weak.
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