The bustling city of Jimo is truly breathtaking.
Fang Xian also has the potential to learn face-changing.
The young disciple who had just brought the news rushed out with Ling Yihan without even drinking the tea that had just been poured for him.
Fang Xian was not polite at all. He knew from the moment he saw his junior brother put down the teacup that it hadn't been touched. He reached out, picked it up, and drank it all down.
“I’m teaching him an extra lesson.” He held his cup. “Opportunities, sometimes you have to seize them, otherwise someone else will snatch them away.”
Ji Mofan glanced at Li Jinchu subconsciously.
He actually read a similar emotion in Young Master Li's eyes—thankfully, Fang Xian didn't cultivate in their sect.
Otherwise, managing such an incompetent disciple would not only hinder his cultivation, but his lifespan would probably be shortened as well.
Fortunately, his master was Li Mingyin.
This is a case of fighting poison with poison.
“I think,” Li Jinchu suddenly said, “should we go out and take a look?”
Ji Mo Fan was also curious about just how unreliable Fang Xian could be.
The answer is that he's been a serious person for too long, and sometimes he gets bored.
The trouble belongs to Changfeng Valley, so he doesn't find it troublesome at all while watching the show.
After finishing his tea, Ji Mo Fan stood up.
Fang Xian glanced at the remaining teacups on the table.
The only empty cups were the one he had just snatched and the one belonging to Ji Mofan.
The only person who was really listening to him just now was Ji Mo Fan, tsk...
He waved his hand to dispel his distracting thoughts and followed them outside the main hall.
The afternoon sun is very nice.
Tiger Cliff is situated on high ground, and today there is no fog, so the view from the main hall of the sect is very clear.
At this moment, wisps of half-black smoke slowly rose from the cliff.
"Did you take the things there to burn?" The sunlight was a bit dazzling, so Ji Mofan casually shaved his forehead.
“I looked around, and only that place is on high ground; if it burns, the entire Changfeng Valley will be able to see it,” Fang Xuan said.
Ji Mo Fan initially did not understand the meaning of his words.
What's the point of burning a monster's corpse and making everyone watch?
But the smoke that was obstructing the view was quickly blown away by the wind.
The firelight spread across the cliffs, turning the gray-black rock walls into a dazzling orange-red.
The crooked and winding lines actually pieced together to form the totem shape of Changfeng Valley.
No one knows what method Fang Xian used, but he managed to make sure that there wasn't a single speck of smoke when the corpses burned.
The entire totem looked incredibly radiant, and it miraculously evoked a sense of sacredness deep within one's heart.
Even when disaster strikes, the flame continues to burn.
...Although the fuel used was dead monsters, it still feels a bit far-fetched.
"It seems you're not just a troublemaker after all." Li Jinchu waved his folding fan. "This thing is actually quite morale-boosting."
After all, no one would feel good seeing a land ravaged by war.
It's not convenient to organize any special entertainment activities at a time like this, so Fang Xian's performance, to some extent, added a touch of brightness to everyone's gloomy mood.
“While you were putting on an act, I had already made progress in secret.” Fang Xian glanced at the fan in his hand.
It's only early spring, and the weather isn't even that hot yet, but Li Jinchu still insists on carrying a fan to pretend to be warm.
There's an icicle standing right next to them, how could they possibly get hot?
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After discovering that Fang Xian's prank was harmless, Ling Yihan quickly returned.
She and Li Jinchu quickly finalized an aid plan in just a few words, exchanging the Li family's connections for Changfeng Valley's resources and manpower.
However, as they were leaving Changfeng Valley to head to their next destination, Ling Yihan handed Fang Xian to them.
Let this troublemaker go out and have some fun; it's better than him staying in the sect and quietly turning into a powerful demon at any time.
Following the principle of proximity, their second stop was Lingfeng Music House.
Listening Wind Music Academy is the only one of the five major sects that did not choose to build itself on the mountainside; instead, it is situated on a lake.
The various buildings within the mansion are either pavilions built on the water or on small pieces of land protruding from the center of the lake.
On ordinary days, one can often see disciples practicing with musical instruments, and the sounds of string and wind instruments can be heard everywhere.
It just looks a bit bleak right now.
After the hurricane, the water level of Listening Lake rose sharply, and most of the land was submerged. Several pavilions were even washed away by the rushing water and are now being held together by a few thick tree branches to prevent them from falling apart completely.
"Senior Brother Jimo, Senior Brother Li?"
As soon as I arrived at the door, I unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance.
Ji Yuze was assigned the task of repairing the lookout tower at the entrance of the mansion.
There was another person with him.
"Xiao Jin?" Li Jinchu exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
Xiao Jin followed behind Ji Yuze. Although he had no spiritual power, he could still help in some small ways.
But he was clearly a servant in Qu Jin's courtyard. Even though the Supreme Venerable was no longer alive, he was still considered a disciple of the Xiaoling Sect.
Why would someone appear at the Listening Wind Music Hall at a time like this?
And why did he inexplicably follow Ji Yuze?
"This is a long story..." Ji Yuze scratched his cheek and unconsciously glanced at Ji Mofan.
It was all Ji Mofan's fault for throwing him and Xiao Jin into that illusionary formation.
When Ji Mo Fan repeatedly told Ji Yuze to "seduce" Xiao Jin, he wasn't actually after Xiao Jin herself, but rather wanted to get closer to her in order to extract more information about Qu Jin.
Ji Yuze didn't do anything extra; he simply maintained normal interactions with his friends in the illusion.
But Xiao Jin didn't have a single friend.
In the first half of his life, he was regarded as a jinx by the villagers and almost burned to death. In the second half, he was tied to Qu Jin's side and treated like a slave. Apart from Qu Jin, the only person he was close to was Ji Yuze in front of him.
"Um...Senior Brother." Xiao Jin suddenly took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and took a few steps forward. "Can I...not go back to Xiaoling Sect in the future?"
Li Jinchu was somewhat surprised, but only slightly. "You've found a better place, so of course the Xiaoling Sect won't stop you."
"I'm afraid I'm not free today. Come to Xiaoling Sect to see me first thing tomorrow morning, and I'll help you with the matter of leaving the sect."
If Qu Jin was capable of such a thing, he probably wasn't very kind to the servants under his command.
It's understandable that Xiao Jin doesn't want to stay here and be reminded of the past.
Besides, he was originally chosen by Qu Jin as a handyman, and now that his master is gone, not many people care about his fate.
However, at this very moment, Li Jinchu had no idea what kind of genius he had just casually let go.
Xiao Jin has never undergone the entrance test of a normal disciple since she joined the sect.
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