Ji Mofan didn't care about the other people's gazes.
At the entrance of the Misty Secret Realm, a number of cultivators had already gathered, waiting for the opening moment. The flying magical artifacts of the five major sects were the largest and naturally the most eye-catching.
The cultivators, dressed in disciple robes of various colors, gathered in small groups and secretly observed the newly arrived Yun Cang Sword Sect.
Ji Mofan wasn't interested in building good relationships with these people; he turned his attention to the other side.
Because of the previous Dao Asking Conference, Changfeng Valley was squeezed out of the ranks of the five major sects, and this time it only got twenty-five entry slots.
The disciple leading the group was Ling Yihan. Although their flying artifacts were parked far from the Yun Cang Sword Sect, they could not escape the clearly unfriendly gazes coming from that direction.
“It seems that once we enter the secret realm, we must first guard against a sneak attack from Changfeng Valley.” Ning Weisheng stepped forward and spoke to Ji Mofan.
"If they come to take it, then fight them." Ji Mofan said casually, "If you can't take it from them, then you should blame yourselves for not working hard enough in your cultivation. Sometimes you should look for the reasons within yourselves."
Ning Weisheng thought to himself, "How can this be compared? What kind of cultivation environment is Changfeng Valley? What is Yuncang Sword Sect compared to that?"
Can the meat of a pig that is fed and cared for every day be the same as that of an ox that is constantly pulling a plow?
but......
"Senior Brother, didn't you also have a grudge against Fang Xian of Changfeng Valley in the Eclipse Secret Realm last time?" Ning Weisheng asked Ji Mofan.
After saying that, he felt a little strange. After all, if it were in the past, he would definitely have mocked Ji Mofan for losing to his former defeated opponent without hesitation.
But this time he actually paid a little more attention to his choice of words.
That's insane.
Ji Mo Fanwei fell silent for a moment.
He almost forgot about that.
"What kind of grudge is that? At most, it's just that I've come to settle a grudge from three years ago."
A bright green figure suddenly appeared from afar. Fang Xian leaped off his sword, took a few steps in mid-air, and landed in front of the Yun Cang Sword Sect members.
The disciples of Yun Cang Sword Sect were already quite agitated by the bright green color. They immediately gathered together, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
“Ji Mo Fan, you just fought a demonic beast last time, and you still have old injuries. I don’t think that counts.” Fang Xuan slowly walked forward. He was half an inch taller than Ji Mo Fan, and now he looked down at him with a superior gaze. “Once we enter the Dark Mist Secret Realm, I will find an opportunity to fight you again.”
Ji Mo Fanxin wondered why all these people were taller than him.
Could it be that the years he spent wandering as a child damaged his bones, resulting in his short stature as an adult?
The Snow Embracing Sword was suddenly drawn, tearing the air between the two.
Water vapor sublimates and rushes towards the square string.
The latter reacted quickly, taking a step back and jumping, then using the Heavenly Remnant Seal to float into the air.
This is so annoying, it's gotten even higher.
With the Snow Embracing Sword hovering beside him, it circled halfway around Ji Mofan, accompanied by a biting wind. When he looked up at Fang Xian above him, his expression was not kind.
"If you've got the guts, then bring it on." Ji Mofan raised his chin, a rather confident smile unconsciously appearing on his face.
“I will throw you out of the secret realm again, just like I did three years ago when I knocked you off the stage of the Dao Inquiry Tournament.”
Ning Weisheng's palms began to sweat slightly.
What's wrong with Jimo Fan?! How many fire starters has he been eating lately? Why does he have to provoke everyone he meets?!
That's Fang Xian! A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, just one step away from becoming a God!
Even if all the people from the Yuncang Sword Sect fought together today, they might not be enough to satisfy his drinking!
Where did that chief executive who valued harmony and believed that suffering losses was a blessing go?
Just as Ning Weisheng and the Sword Sect disciples behind him were on edge, fearing that Fang Xian would be angered by Ji Mofan and start a fight at the entrance of the secret realm, they saw Fang Xian simply return a provocative gesture to Ji Mofan and then fly back to the territory of Changfeng Valley.
He... just left like that?
Ning Weisheng was somewhat stunned.
"Junior Brother Ning, what are you daydreaming about?" Ji Mofan's voice brought him back to his senses.
"The secret realm is about to open, hurry up and get your team ready," he said.
Ning Weisheng nodded hurriedly in agreement.
It took me two steps to realize that the leader of this training was none other than Ji Mo Fan.
How come he's giving orders to me?
For some reason, the resentment that Ning Weisheng used to feel didn't linger as strongly this time. He shook his head and easily shook off that slight displeasure.
I'll just have to accept being ordered around; after all, Ji Mo Fan is a wounded soldier.
In the distance, from the thick fog that was almost like a stone wall, a few specks of light suddenly burst forth.
The faint glimmer of light tore through the fog with unstoppable force, suppressing the dangerous gray-green color and replacing it with a heavy dampness that emerged from the entrance of the light.
—The Hidden Realm of Mist has been opened.
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The entrance to the Misty Realm is very friendly to cultivators who come to explore in groups. As long as they enter the teleportation array at similar times, the realm will automatically teleport them to an area with a location deviation of no more than fifty meters.
Apart from a few independent cultivators who stayed at the back and acted on their own, the disciples of the five major sects consciously banded together and entered the secret realm one after another, with intervals of about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
No one would be foolish enough to cause trouble at the entrance to the secret realm, after all, the poisonous miasma nearby is no joke. If you accidentally fall in, you might end up dying before you even get started.
What grudge or enmity? Why not wait until we enter the secret realm, when the other party has just obtained the opportunity and is on the verge of death, then strike while the iron is hot and take their life, and also seize the spoils of war.
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