The Chinese knot button was not fully repaired and is crooked.
Qu Jin's intention was clear: he wanted to cut off Ji Mofan's path to advancement.
Having lost his immortal bones, he would remain in this place until his death, with no possibility of ascension.
Last time at Xiaoling Sect, Ji Mofan stumbled upon the right path and chose the one Qu Jin wanted.
So later, no matter how much trouble Qu Jin caused on the arena of the Dao Inquiry Tournament, he didn't react at all. Even the Mountain-Moving Formation that happened to be advantageous to him at that time might have been his suggestion.
With its feathers clipped, the owner was naturally at ease letting the parrot flap its wings freely outside the cage.
But if the feathers grow back, that would be a different story.
Ji Mofan instinctively covered the back of his neck.
Although he didn't care much about it, since he couldn't see the scar himself and it was usually covered by his clothes, it was no big deal.
But Li Mingyin used the best medicine on him, and now the scars are so light that he can hardly feel them anymore.
Ji Mo Fan naturally wouldn't be willing to hand over the immortal bone again.
After all, there isn't another Qi Fengyu that he can dig up.
But when facing Qu Jin, he had to fight tooth and nail to survive last time. If it weren't for his puppet status, he really wouldn't have survived to stand here any longer.
A dark glint flashed in his eyes, and Ji Mofan's other hand, which was hanging in his sleeve, moved quietly.
A talisman slid from his sleeve into his palm, its faint spiritual light hidden in the shadows under the table, utterly inconspicuous.
Qu Jin seemed oblivious, his expression unchanged, and he stood quietly opposite him.
Ji Mo Fan frowned slightly.
He raised his hand, and the talisman in his palm had disappeared, replaced by a small piece of unburnt talisman paper and skin blackened by smoke.
The communication symbol cannot be transmitted.
His divine sense immediately spread out rapidly, but it encountered resistance at the courtyard gate and could not spread out even a little bit.
"You want to call the Demon Lord to save you?" Qu Jin smiled. "Your courtyard has long been protected by a barrier set up by me, and no power can penetrate it even a fraction of it."
Ji Mofan shifted his gaze from his palm to Qu Jin.
"Why can't you just listen to me?" Amused by Ji Mofan's gaze, Qu Jin slowly walked around the table between them and approached Ji Mofan.
"What's wrong with staying in this world? Why do you have to ascend to other places?" He reached out, as if to touch the back of Ji Mofan's neck.
Ji Mo Fan lowered his eyes and avoided her.
Qu Jin's eyes flashed with displeasure, but then Ji Mo Fan suddenly spoke softly.
“I’ve recently started reading storybooks,” he said.
Qu Jin found these words inexplicable.
Are you so scared that you're starting to talk nonsense?
This child isn't usually that timid, is he?
Ji Mofan ignored his reaction and continued, "Most of it is useless nonsense, but I learned one sentence from it that I think is quite right."
"Villains die from talking too much."
Qu Jin was slightly taken aback.
Before he could react, or rather, before Ji Mofan's words had even finished, a deafening crash resounded above them.
The defensive barrier, as thick as a palm, shattered into pieces after taking only one blow. The spiritual energy scattered and flew through the air, chaotically overturning many things.
A figure hangs in the night sky, hair whipped about by the strong wind, face mostly obscured, only eyes flashing with a sharp yet dark light.
This is the scene that Qu Jin saw when he came out of the house.
A man of unparalleled handsomeness, yet he was holding a...
A large hen.
It was also waving its short wings and chirping incessantly.
Qu Jin didn't know what expression to make for a moment.
He had been entangled with the Demon Lord for thousands of years, and he had never seen a scene like this before.
"Your Excellency is knowledgeable and experienced, yet you seem to have no idea what the young Black Bird looks like." Ji Mofan's voice came softly from behind him.
Qu Jin was taken aback, then his gaze fell on the creature in Xiao Wangyan's arms that looked quite intelligent but was clearly just a big hen.
The mistake was made here?
He noticed the hen before entering Jimo Fan's courtyard.
But the chicks were just chirping and looking for food in the grass around the yard. When they saw strangers, they only raised their heads and glanced at them before lowering their heads again, uninterested, and continuing to struggle with the shiny things on the ground.
Qu Jin glanced over and only then did he notice that what the hen was pecking at was actually a spirit stone.
It should be known that spirit stones are much harder than ordinary stones. Not to mention mortals, even cultivators would have to put in a lot of effort to break them.
But where the hen had just been, there were several very small fragments of spirit stones scattered in the soil.
How could an ordinary hen accomplish such a thing?
Although Ji Mofan didn't show it on his face, he was genuinely relieved.
He wasn't sure when Qu Jin would come knocking on his door.
It's also uncertain whether he truly wouldn't recognize the young black bird.
Ji Mofan has read a lot of books, but he is not a professional beast tamer. At most, he can recognize most of the common monsters on the market.
But Qu Jin has lived for at least three thousand years, and there are probably few things in this world that he doesn't know.
The good news is that, according to the ancient books that Ji Mofan had read, the Xuan Bird species only lays one egg on average every ten thousand years.
He lived longer than Qu Jin, so he might never have seen it.
Although other backup plans were prepared, nothing could be made public in order to appear completely unprepared.
Fortunately, the outcome is still quite good.
"Did you think that by finding yourself a backer, I wouldn't be able to do anything to you?" Qu Jin suddenly laughed, his voice sounding extremely unpleasant.
“Neither the Demon Lord nor I can interfere in the mortal world, otherwise it would mean conflict between the two realms,” he said. “Do you think you, a mere puppet, can make him abandon everything and become an enemy of the entire cultivation world?”
Why not?
Qu Jin was speaking to Ji Mo Fan, but the words were actually spoken by Xiao Wangyan.
He floated in mid-air, his hair still flying wildly in the wind, but his gaze toward Qu Jin was as sharp as a knife.
“There’s no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days,” Xiao Wangyan said. “I do not wish to start a war, but if someone provokes me, I will not be a coward.”
Qu Jin was momentarily surprised.
Could Xiao Wangyan not tolerate provocation?
What a joke! Over the past thousand years, he has made countless small moves. In the first few hundred years, we could see or hear the Demon Lord getting furious. But in recent years, probably because he has grown older, he can at least maintain a superficial indifference no matter what he does.
Why did he change his mind so abruptly now?
For some reason, Qu Jin turned his gaze toward Ji Mo Fan.
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