When Ning Weisheng heard Ji Mofan's instructions, his expression couldn't help but change.
He reacted a little too slowly, and a few drops of muddy water from the swamp got on the hem of his clothes. Already disgusted, he instinctively swung his sword and cut off the piece of cloth.
Now we have to personally pull those unfortunate children stuck in the mud out...
Ning Weisheng closed his eyes.
Let's do it. We can't keep relying on that irresponsible manager, Jimo Fan.
He finally understood that Ji Mofan's insistence on the team leader position in the main hall that day was purely to make things difficult for them.
When it comes to getting things done, he's faster than anyone else.
But what can be done? He's the chief disciple, so he has the right to command others.
Ning Weisheng rolled up his sleeves and landed on his flying sword.
He completely forgot that before he came out, he had clearly planned to humiliate Ji Mofan during this trip to the secret realm.
The reason I obeyed so readily was simply because the thought of that person, as radiant as moonlight, being trapped in such filthy mud...
My feelings are complicated.
Ji Mo Fan claimed he was going out to explore, but in reality he was just taking a stroll around the area on his Xue Yong sword.
Each time the Misty Realm opens, its terrain changes compared to the previous time.
This time, a century has passed since the last time, so the original map is basically useless.
But Ji Mofan is different; he had entered this place once in his previous life.
All the paths he had walked were still clearly etched in his mind, and with almost no effort, he found the safe haven that he had painstakingly searched for.
However, Ji Mo Fan Cai did not intend to tell the disciples of Yun Cang Sword Sect so soon.
Enjoy a soak in the swamp for a while.
After traversing almost the entire surrounding terrain, Ji Mofan calmly returned.
"Senior Brother, where did you go?" The sharp-eyed junior disciple at the very edge was the first to spot Ji Mofan and call out.
In an instant, everyone's attention was focused on it.
In the dim and gloomy world of the secret realm, only that figure remained spotless. He rode a deep blue flying sword, soaring through the air.
Everyone looked down at their own clothes, which were covered in dirt and mud.
My mood worsened instantly.
"I went to look for a place nearby where everyone could rest." Although Ji Mofan had come by sword, he still stopped a little distance away from the group and spoke to them.
Hiss... There's not a breath of wind in this secret realm, and the smell is all stuck in one place and won't dissipate.
"Senior Brother, what have you gained?" Ning Weisheng, whose body inevitably reeked of fish, stepped out from the crowd and flew to Ji Mofan.
Then he watched as Ji Mofan retreated half a foot on his sword.
...It's just a little bit of mud, there's no need to be so disgusted by it!
Is this person here for training or for sightseeing?
"We can find dry land to the west from here, where everyone can tidy themselves up." Ji Mo Fan really didn't give him any face at all, bluntly covering his mouth and nose to express his disgust.
Ning Weisheng couldn't do anything to him, so he had no choice but to obediently retreat two steps on his flying sword.
Ning Weisheng's fellow disciple behind him was shocked.
Is this still the Ning senior brother he knows?
He originally thought that given Ning Weisheng's personality, she would definitely push Ji Mofan along, saying things like "we'll share the hardships together," and then unreasonably tarnish his reputation as well.
Given that there were other sects present outside the secret realm, it could be understood that Ning Weisheng didn't want outsiders to see the Yun Cang Sword Sect make a fool of itself.
But now only a few dozen fellow disciples, just as dirty as him, remain here.
Still putting on an act? Who are they putting on an act for?
Ning Weisheng was completely unaware of the change in his attitude.
Ji Mofan certainly wouldn't bother reminding him for no reason, in case he really forgot.
Why remind him to remember? He's not the kind of person who likes to make things difficult for himself these days.
"Uh... well, please lead the way, senior brother." Ning Weisheng wiped the dirt off his body.
It's very troublesome. I don't know what this swamp in the secret realm is made of, and I can't easily clean it up with a cleansing spell.
Otherwise, no one would want to be in such a sorry state.
Ji Mo Fan didn't linger any longer; he turned around on his sword and led the way for the group.
The group, covered in mud, stumbled and fell as they followed Ji Mofan. After a while, they realized that they were not flying in a straight line.
"Can't you hurry up... I feel like the mud on my body is practically pickling me." A disciple complained in a low voice.
"Those who don't want to follow me can find their own way." Ji Mofan, with his sharp ears, spoke softly to all the disciples who were secretly complaining in their hearts without even turning his head.
"However, a maze has been set up beneath this swamp. If you wander around aimlessly, you might never get out in your lifetime if you're unlucky."
The disciple who had just muttered a complaint secretly stuck out his tongue, "That's so exaggerated..."
"Junior Brother Li, what do you think of this swamp?" He then turned to look at Li Geyue, who had been silent all along.
The disciples all knew that Shen Yun's two disciples had never gotten along well. Li Geyue, who came from a prestigious family, and Ji Mofan, who had no background, always found it difficult to communicate.
Therefore, it was not surprising that they had almost no communication after entering the secret realm.
After all, Ji Mofan used to always tolerate his junior brother's offenses, but recently he doesn't even give face to his master, let alone Li Geyue.
"Indeed, as Senior Brother said." Li Geyue was probably the one with the most dirt on him among everyone.
He wasn't very strong to begin with, and if it weren't for his status as a true disciple, he probably wouldn't have even made it into this training exercise.
After falling into the swamp, his reaction was not only a beat too slow, causing him to plunge deep into the mud from a height, but also, because no one came to help him, he became the one who sank the deepest.
This time, none of the other disciples came alone; they each had fellow disciples to help them.
The other half of the inner disciples, being familiar with each other, naturally wouldn't stand idly by.
Only Li Geyue was forgotten by his senior brother. It wasn't until Ning Weisheng had resolved the troubles of the others that he finally noticed that Li Geyue was almost submerged in the swamp up to his chest.
"This formation has a complex structure. With my abilities, it would take me at least an hour to decipher it."
He looked at Ji Mo Fan, who was flying easily on his sword at the very front of the group.
He clenched his fist tightly, a chill inexplicably washing over him.
The senior brother used to be like this.
Even when Li Geyue takes her bad mood out on him, he will patiently smile and coax her back.
When Li Geyue was twelve years old, he joined the Yun Cang Sword Sect. For the next four years, the person who spent the most time by his side was his senior brother, Ji Mofan.
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