A group of people were making a lot of noise in front of the Chaoming Temple gate.
"Explain what? I think it's just sophistry! It's clearly your sect trying to cover up what you've done, so you're eliminating everyone who disagrees with you!"
"Have you all become lackeys of the demonic cultivators? No wonder you accepted Ji Mofan's joining so readily back then; it seems you're repeat offenders!"
"Make them pay with their lives! Get justice for our brothers who were poisoned!"
It started with a verbal conflict, which then escalated into a physical one. Surrounded by the Chaoming Palace physicians, who were struggling to breathe, they instinctively raised their hands and pushed the people in front of them.
"Ouch! Someone's been hit! Someone's been killed!"
The force might have been considerable, but certainly not enough to cause injury. Yet, the person who was shoved was dramatically sent flying backward, landing in the soft snowdrift by the roadside.
He struggled in the snow, howling in pain, and then coughed up blood as he wiped his mouth.
This has made even medical cultivators lose their confidence. He used to refine pills, and normally he had to use all his facial features to lift the pill cauldron. Now, he can actually knock someone out of blood with a light push.
"What are you doubting? He's trying to scam you!" The healer's companion gave him a sharp rap on the head in exasperation.
The doctor beat him so badly that he immediately crouched down, clutching his head, and cried out, "What if you make me stupid?"
His companion laughed in exasperation, "It's okay, he's not very smart anyway, maybe he'll get lucky and turn a negative into a positive."
"Look at them! These scum of the cultivation world are so ruthless even to their own comrades, attacking them without hesitation!"
As a result, this small action was seized upon and used as an excuse to make trouble, saying, "How can such a cold and heartless person be worthy of remaining in the cultivation world?"
"Get out of here with the traitor!"
"Go to the Demon Realm!"
The shouts grew louder and louder, and the few disciples of Chaoming Hall who were waiting at the mountain gate were rendered helpless by the barrage of insults.
The group had no choice but to huddle together, back to back, barely managing to cope.
"Whoosh—"
A sudden gust of cold air swept in, as if aimed at by a barrage of arrows from a thousand-strong army. The chilling air pierced through the skin and flesh like needles, penetrating to the very marrow.
In an instant, everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave in the dead of winter, the temperature so cold that they felt like their hair was about to stand on end.
"Coming to cause trouble at the entrance of my Chaoming Palace? If you're so full of yourself, you should go to the orphanage to accumulate good karma." Ji Mofan flicked a sword aura and then flew to the center of the crowd. The cold air forced these bystanders to take a few steps back, finally giving the people surrounded a chance to catch their breath.
"Senior Brother..." Zheng Xianchan was almost in tears.
No kidding, the moment Ji Mofan landed, he almost thought it was a god descending from the heavens.
He's definitely more reliable as the chief than Sheng Xi; Sheng Xi just attacks everyone indiscriminately.
“Junior Brother Zheng, if you don’t show your strength, people will really think you’re just a little cat.” Ji Mofan turned his head and glanced at him.
Zheng Xianchan's eyes, which had been burning hot, suddenly cooled down.
Wow, this kid knows how to ruin the mood.
"Ji Mo Fan, even if you have a close relationship with the Demon Lord, this is the cultivation world, where you cannot act recklessly!"
Those who had been forced back by Ji Mofan looked at each other in bewilderment, and after a moment, someone still stood up and shouted at them.
"May I ask you, fellow Daoist, do you have evidence to prove that I have acted recklessly, or have you personally witnessed me doing something unacceptable?" Ji Mo Fan swept a sharp look at him.
"This is slander; it's fabricated out of thin air without any evidence."
"Everyone says so, how could it be false?" The man, still choking back tears and blushing, shouted at him, "You're just someone who dares to do it but doesn't dare to admit it!"
Ji Mo Fan suddenly chuckled softly.
Ji Mofan, who was originally ten steps away from them, suddenly appeared in front of the person who had been shouting the loudest.
The Snow-Swept Sword pressed against his chin, almost freezing the surging blood in his veins into ice.
“Even if I really do something but don’t dare to admit it, what can you do about it?” he said.
The male cultivator, who had been speaking loudly just moments before, was now mute and could only utter "ho, ho" sounds.
"You committed violence in public, the cultivation world will not tolerate you!" Upon seeing this, others immediately stepped forward to speak up in support.
"Committing a crime in public? Who saw it?" Ji Mofan tilted his head, looking over the shoulder of the person in front of him at the person who spoke up for him. "If none of you can leave the gates of Chaoming Palace alive, do you think my fellow disciples would help you harm your own people?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? You're just a newcomer who joined the sect less than two months ago. Who would be so clueless as to risk offending the entire cultivation world to help you?"
"Wait, wait... stop shouting... look at what's that hanging on his waist?"
"A dark, grimy iron block... Huh? Holy crap, is that the chief token of the Chaoming Palace?"
"Ji Mofan is already the chief disciple of the Chaoming Palace?"
Ji Mofan listened to the murmurs and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The fact that he was the chief of the Chaoming Hall was not publicized, so most people probably didn't know it.
Especially for independent cultivators, unless they have a good relationship with the disciples of the Chaoming Palace, they have no way of getting the news.
Anyone who might cause trouble in front of the Chaoming Palace gates could not possibly have a good relationship with the disciples of Chaoming Palace.
Ji Mo Fan deliberately displayed the chief token to see how this group would react.
Some were utterly astonished, some were filled with regret, some looked hesitant, and some even wanted to sneak away.
With a flick of his wrist, Ji Mofan turned the Embracing Snow Sword around in his hand. The hilt struck the male cultivator, who was frozen in fear, with a thud, and swept him into the crowd.
None of the group reached out to catch him; they all instinctively stepped back. The unlucky guy fell directly into the small open space left by the crowd and promptly passed out.
"I don't care what your purpose was in causing trouble in front of my Chaoming Palace's gate." He swept his gaze over everyone again. "If there is a next time, I will make sure you all go back sideways."
Jimo Fan has always been a kind and gentle person.
He was making threats in public, speaking with such a defiant tone, and the sword in his hand was shrouded in a chilling aura that seemed capable of devouring people.
Some people subconsciously had absurd thoughts popping into their heads: Could this Ji Mo Fan be an imposter, or perhaps he has been possessed?
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