As dusk approached, pale golden light slowly crept through the cracks in the bricks and climbed up the blood-stained hem of the garment.
Qi Fengyu lay motionless on the edge of the table in a strange and contorted posture, looking very uncomfortable.
Even though there was such a commotion outside his door, he remained motionless in that position.
A teacup lay overturned beside him, tea spilled all over the table, dripping with a dark, bloody hue, forming shallow puddles on the floor.
Jimo Fan was somewhat surprised.
After all, if he had encountered this situation, even if there was no possibility of cultivating immortality, he wouldn't have been so cowardly as to drink poison and commit suicide in his room.
We have to go to the Demon Realm and cause chaos first.
Didn't you see that Xiao Wangyan has become so powerful that he can communicate with the Heavenly Dao and distort time and space to go back to the past?
As long as you're alive, you can seize any opportunity.
Surprised as he was, he felt no other emotion. Ji Mofan wasn't curious about why Qi Fengyu had chosen this path; after all, he was already dead.
It's a real pity; he had originally wanted to see Qi Fengyu struggle a little longer in her hopeless future.
Zhou Hengyu laid the person flat on the couch and examined them, finally sighing and shaking his head.
"Do you still hate him?" Qi Yuan had quietly drifted to Ji Mofan's side at some point.
When Ji Mofan turned his head to look at him, the old man added quietly, "If you hate him, you can't hate me, okay?"
Jimo Fan: ......
"We'll see how you do," he said.
After thinking for a moment, he added a few more words, "Grandpa Sect Master".
Qi Yuan's heart, which had sank, lifted again upon hearing these four words.
"So why did you pick up such a child who was not related to you?" Ji Mofan couldn't help but ask curiously.
After all, it's one thing to pick up a child, but to claim him as your own is going too far.
The excuse that he was given extra care because he was naturally weak might fool those who didn't know the inside story, but Ji Mo Fan knew perfectly well why Qi Fengyu had become like this.
His body was indeed somewhat weak due to premature birth, but it was more due to the numerous times he underwent physical cleansing and detoxification during his childhood.
Once your body's potential is depleted, no amount of rare and precious herbs can compensate.
Not to mention that the Yuncang Sword Sect was poor at the time, and Qi Yuan himself was also poor, so they couldn't afford to give him any good medicine.
Qi Yuan's gaze became somewhat complicated for a moment, "Because..."
His gaze swept over Shen Yun, who stood on the periphery of the crowd, looking stunned and at a loss. "This is the karma of the Yun Cang Sword Sect members."
Ji Mofan blinked.
"Ah..." He raised his hand to cover his mouth.
Really?
It's a bit outrageous, but... wait, it seems to make sense now?
Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why Shen Yun would treat Qi Fengyu, a complete stranger, with such kindness.
Those who cultivate immortality are aware of their own bloodline; the subtle sense of closeness they feel cannot be faked.
However, Shen Yun probably never imagined that the child whom the old sect leader claimed to be his own son might actually be his own bloodline.
If you calculate it, Shen Yun was only thirty years old more than twenty years ago. Not to mention being considered young among cultivators, he couldn't even be considered old among mortals.
It's not surprising at all that he would choose to marry an ordinary person.
However, something unexpected happened later. Perhaps he got the opportunity to join the Yuncang Sword Sect and become an elder, which is why he abandoned his first wife and went up the mountain to cultivate immortality.
No, she couldn't even be called the first wife, since that woman had never been married.
Ji Mofan pinched his chin.
Tsk, what a terrible thing to do.
Having put one matter on his mind, Ji Mofan originally intended to take advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and secretly leave the Yuncang Sword Sect.
But he clearly underestimated how striking his face was.
He had just said goodbye to Qi Yuan and hadn't gone far when someone suddenly called out to him from behind.
"Senior Brother."
The voice sounded familiar. Ji Mofan thought for a moment and then stopped in his tracks.
When I turned around, I saw Lin Juan standing quietly behind me.
"Senior Brother, are you not planning to come back this time either?" Without attracting much attention, Lin Ju'an drifted over quietly.
“My name has long been removed from the list of disciples of the Yun Cang Sword Sect,” Ji Mo Fan said. “Even if you are unwilling to change your mind, I am no longer the senior disciple of the Sword Sect.”
Lin Ju'an glanced at the white furry creature beside him.
Xihe was too lazy to walk, and before she knew it, she had turned into a little dumpling and was lying on Jimo Fan's back again.
It will close its eyes and wag its tail, pretending that it is just a pretty decoration.
He originally thought that since Ji Mofan was willing to bring the bloodline of Sect Master Qi Yuan back to Yun Cang Sword Sect, it might mean that there was finally room for the relationship between the two sides to ease.
He dared not hope that Ji Mofan could return to continue as the chief disciple of the Yun Cang Sword Sect; it would be good enough if he could see him from time to time.
He couldn't be as carefree as Ji Mofan, leaving the sect and going elsewhere.
As an elder, Yan Qishi had been teaching him diligently since he was a teenager, which enabled him to grow from an orphan to where he is today.
She had been kind to Lin Ju'an, so naturally she couldn't forget her roots.
If he is able to complete his apprenticeship one day in the future, then he can approach Ji Mo Fan as a rogue cultivator.
Hopefully, by then, my senior brother won't have already cultivated to the Mahayana stage and ascended to the upper realm.
"Brother Jimo..."
"Senior brother..."
Lin Ju'an had no intention of causing trouble for Ji Mofan.
Seeing that he was about to leave, and knowing that if she couldn't strike up a conversation with him this time, she didn't know when she would see him again, she couldn't help but use a somewhat awkward topic as a starting point.
Unexpectedly, the short delay he caused brought his fellow disciples, who had been stunned by the sudden turn of events, back to their senses, and one by one they remembered Ji Mofan.
"Senior Brother Jimo, are you and our Young Master Zhen so close?"
"If you have a good relationship with him, could you come to visit Yun Cang Sword Sect more often in the future?"
"Senior Brother Jimo, this is the place where you've lived for over ten years. Don't you feel any attachment at all?"
"Senior Brother Jimo, everyone misses you so much..."
Like a group of tadpoles searching for a frog, a group of young men and women dressed in light blue gathered around, blinking their watery eyes and speaking earnestly.
It was as if they couldn't survive without Ji Mofan.
Ji Mofan's expression remained completely unmoved.
He was even colder than when he spoke to Lin Ju'an, his gaze sweeping coldly over the group of Yun Cang Sword Sect members in front of him, some younger and some older than him.
"I'll say it again, I've long since left the Yuncang Sword Sect and am no longer a disciple." His voice floated lightly into everyone's ears. "Now I am the chief of the Chaoming Hall. If necessary, I will act as the sect's representative to interact with the Yuncang Sword Sect."
"If it's just a personal matter, I don't think I have that deep a relationship with you."
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