Lin Ju'an's body stiffened for a moment.
It took him a while to drop his defensive stance and stand up straight on the bamboo stake again.
"What do you think I called you here alone for?" Ji Mofan looked at him with amusement.
Lin Ju'an felt a little embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Senior Brother." He quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
"I just saw you and the young sect leader... so I misunderstood for a moment."
Ji Mofan waved his hand dismissively, "It's not your fault, that matter was indeed my problem."
Then Ji Mo Fan watched as Lin Ju'an looked up at him, his eyes clearly saying, "Is this really the plot of the novel I imagined?!"
How does this person manage to express such a rich range of emotions with just their eyes while maintaining a cold expression?
Ji Mo Fan could only sigh, "Just now Xiao Yu said that she wanted to become my Daoist partner."
This incident happened much later in my previous life.
It was probably because he had done too many things outside of Qi Fengyu's control after his rebirth that he couldn't wait any longer and wanted to get Qi Fengyu under his control as soon as possible.
After all, once they became Daoist partners, he would have plenty of opportunities to openly approach Ji Mo Fan and plot against his inner core.
"But I did not agree."
Upon hearing this, Lin Ju'an's eyes gleamed even more intensely.
“I have no other feelings for Xiaoyu. The help I gave him before was simply to fulfill the duty of a chief disciple.” Ji Mofan put his hands in his pockets, his eyes lowered, looking as if he had suffered a great injustice but had nowhere to express it. “But it seems that my actions have caused Xiaoyu to misunderstand.”
"But Senior Brother, if you could marry the Young Sect Master, wouldn't that be good for you?" Lin Ju'an couldn't help but ask.
He wasn't usually a talkative person, but when it came to cultivators with water spiritual roots, he couldn't help but ask more questions.
The downsides of Jimo Fanxin are numerous.
Not only was she forced to take on the responsibility of caring for a burden, but she also had to constantly worry that he might try to rob or kill her.
He'll have to sleep with one eye open every night, which will be incredibly painful for him.
But he certainly couldn't tell Lin Ju'an these things.
Who would believe that their pitiful and delicate young sect leader is such a black-hearted lotus flower?
"You mean Xiaoyu has a water elemental root, and if I could cultivate with him, I could easily improve my cultivation level?" Ji Mofan just smiled helplessly. "But do I look like I need to take such a shortcut?"
"Is it still because of his status as the young master of a sect? But I am already the chief disciple of the Yun Cang Sword Sect. In terms of status, I don't need his protection."
"There is neither friendship nor benefit involved. If I were to agree to Xiaoyu's request, it would be a complete loss for both her and myself."
Lin Ju'an was speechless after hearing what he said.
Indeed, the senior brother had absolutely no reason to covet anything from Qi Fengyu.
If it was because he was attracted to Qi Fengyu's face...
He quietly looked up and glanced at Ji Mofan.
The young man was tall and slender, standing on a section of bamboo stake on the water. His long robe fluttered in the breeze, and his hair flew in the air.
Gentle, aloof, and untouchable.
His dark blue attire resembled the night sky, enveloped by a wisp of moonlight that had inadvertently fallen into the daytime.
The eldest disciple is no less capable than the young sect leader. He thought to himself.
"I was narrow-minded, please forgive me, Senior Brother." Lin Ju'an bowed his head again and apologized.
This time it was a little more sincere than before.
Ji Mofan neither acknowledged nor denied his apology, turned around, jumped off the bamboo stake, and stood quietly on the stone by the water's edge.
"Draw your sword and demonstrate the Yun Cang Sword Technique again," he said. "If you're as clueless as before, I won't waste my breath trying to teach you anything."
Lin Ju'an immediately took a deep breath and gripped the sword in his hand even more firmly.
This is a rare opportunity to receive one-on-one guidance from the chief senior brother, who has already broken through to the ninth level.
Ji Mofan had visited the inner sect's training ground before, but there were simply too many inner sect disciples. Even if he guided one disciple every day, it would probably take him almost ten years to get a turn with everyone.
Moreover, Ji Mo was previously preoccupied with many affairs and didn't have time to stroll around the martial arts arena every day.
Although it's rumored that he's been recuperating lately and has handed over all his work, he hasn't shown any intention of taking advantage of his free time to guide their cultivation.
Especially now that he has taken on a new disciple, his energy is probably even more diverted.
This time, he personally nominated Lin Ju'an, how could he be so ungrateful!
The iron swords forged by the Yuncang Sword Sect for disciples without their own weapons are silver-white in color, with cloud and wave patterns pieced together from lapis lazuli on the hilt.
The white blade slashed through the air, wielded by Lin Ju'an with tremendous force. From the first to the seventh level of the dance, although the sword moves were not infused with much spiritual power, each move was still magnificent.
The bamboo leaves around the pond were shattered by the sword energy, and the pieces drifted down and fell into the pond where the water was rippling slightly.
Ji Mofan watched silently.
Lin Ju'an only spoke slowly after he finished his move.
"When you reached the seventh level, did you feel your spiritual energy circulating somewhat sluggishly?" he asked. "Try omitting the thirteenth movement in the sword manual and swapping the order of the ninth and sixteenth movements."
Lin Ju'an was taken aback. "Why?"
“The meridians in your left foot are relatively weak, and they cannot support the wide and sweeping movements of the Yun Cang Sword Technique,” Ji Mo Fan said.
Lin Ju'an looked down at his toes.
He never mentioned this, yet the senior brother found the problem just by watching him perform a set of sword techniques?
And it started directly by revising the sword manual?
He was somewhat skeptical.
Although everyone knows the senior brother's reputation as a genius, who would dare to question the sword manual that has been passed down through countless generations of the Yun Cang Sword Sect...?
At least the previous senior brother had never done anything so shocking when instructing his disciples.
No wonder they summoned him privately. If others, especially the eight elders, had heard this, they would probably have condemned Ji Mofan for being heretical.
Lin Ju'an's thoughts raced, but his swordplay remained unwavering. He readjusted his stance and, following Ji Mofan's instructions, performed the seventh level of the Yun Cang Sword Sect once more.
There's a chance!
Lin Ju'an's eyes lit up.
The stagnant spiritual energy suddenly found a new outlet, flowing out of his spiritual platform more smoothly than ever before, circulating through his meridians, and finally converging on the sword in his hand.
The metal clanged, and the sword's aura was like a rainbow.
On the distant shore, Jimo Fan applauded for him.
“You have good comprehension,” he said. “It’s a pity you lack a suitable weapon.”
"If you had weapons made of better materials, your strength would reach a new level."
Lin Ju'an sheathed his sword with a "whoosh," saying, "I am just an ordinary inner disciple, how could I possibly have that kind of luck?"
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