Ji Mo Fan's words were far too blunt.
It's almost as if they're saying, "You bunch of irrelevant people, stop trying to take advantage of me."
It was straightforward, and although not unpleasant to hear, it still broke many people's defenses.
However, while some people broke down in their defenses, others were secretly feeling elated.
Lin Ju'an touched the Xiaoxiang Sword at his waist, which seemed to faintly emanate spiritual energy.
He didn't have a deep relationship with the other disciples of the Yuncang Sword Sect... but was he someone who had some personal connection with the senior brother?
Moreover, the senior brother's attitude towards me just now did seem to be better than his attitude towards others.
Ugh, I can't think about it too much...
Lin Ju'an secretly pressed his heart, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, he quietly disappeared into the crowd.
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Ji Mo Fan spoke coldly, leaving no room for negotiation. Even if these Yun Cang Sword Sect disciples were thick-skinned, they weren't thick enough to remain calm and accept being treated coldly in this situation.
He shook off the crowd, leaving Xihe with Qi Yuan, and planned to leave the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
After all, he had no intention of attending Qi Fengyu's funeral.
It's enough to confirm that the person who died was indeed that person, and that they were dead beyond any doubt.
However, he encountered a small problem when he left; he couldn't find where Fang Xian had gone.
Since the two had come together, Ji Mofan was somewhat loyal to him, so instead of turning around and leaving, he planned to take Fang Xuan with him.
There was absolutely no element of curiosity about what kind of prank he had played.
There is, but only a little.
"Xiao Fan?"
As expected, Ji Mofan heard a sound he really didn't want to hear at that moment.
After thinking for a moment, he didn't turn around and leave, but instead looked back at the person who had come.
"Elder Shen, is there anything else?" he asked.
Shen Yun was stung by his overly cold tone.
His body swayed noticeably, and for some reason, his condition seemed more serious than when Ji Mofan had seen him a month ago.
Strange, back then he forcibly destroyed the soul lamp on the peach and plum tree in order to find Qi Fengyu, which caused his soul to be injured. But so much time has passed, and he hasn't improved at all?
Or has the Yun Cang Sword Sect become so poor that even an elder cannot obtain sufficient resources?
After all, given Shen Yun's personality, he would never mistreat himself, even if it meant hardship for his disciples.
Or perhaps... he himself has been dragging his feet and refusing to get treatment?
Damage to the soul can indeed cause this problem. If there are any unresolved issues or mental blocks, then treatment will be much less effective.
"I just want to say a few words to you." Shen Yun's tone was somewhat hesitant.
Ji Mofan rarely heard him refer to himself as "I" in front of him; in the past, he would either refer to himself as "Master" or "the Venerable One".
Especially with such a humble tone, it's even more rare.
It was a good thing I didn't turn around and leave just now.
Ji Mofan felt that the older he got, the darker he seemed to become. Seeing Shen Yun like this, he actually found a secret joy stirring in his heart.
“But I have nothing to say to Elder Shen,” Ji Mofan said in a relaxed tone.
Shen Yun was a little unsure what to say next.
Why worry about whether he's doing well after leaving the Yuncang Sword Sect? Isn't that obvious? The entire cultivation world knows how many new achievements Ji Mofan has made since leaving his old employer.
Moreover, one of the biggest reasons he left the Yuncang Sword Sect was Shen Yun.
He didn't have a clear understanding of what kind of life Ji Mofan was living in the Yuncang Sword Sect, but after Ji Mofan built an illusion array for him, he inexplicably felt a surge of indescribable emotions.
After Ji Mo Fan had lived in the Bamboo Garden for more than ten years, Shen Yun visited it alone countless times.
The furnishings are simple, yet they bear the marks of the user's residence.
Even all the furniture was provided by Shen Yun when Ji Mo Fan entered the family.
The table legs were already shorter than expected, and Shen Yun had no idea when his things had broken.
Previously, when he occasionally came to Zhuyuan to find Ji Mofan, he would at most stand in the courtyard and call out to people, and then wait for Ji Mofan to come out of the house to see him.
He even occasionally hallucinates, as if he sees a young Ji Mo Fan running towards him.
The child called out to his master in a clear, crisp voice, chattering around him as he recounted what he had seen and heard that day.
The hallucination quickly dissipated, and what appeared next was a slightly older Ji Mo Fan.
When Ji Mo Fan was fifteen or sixteen, he was no longer so close to Shen Yun. He would always stop three steps away and bow his head with his hands clasped in a respectful gesture.
However, even Ji Mofan quickly vanished before him, and when he came to his senses, the courtyard was empty except for him.
As if possessed, Shen Yun squatted down and pulled out the two small wooden plaques used to prop up the corners of the table from under the table.
The text on it is already blurred and illegible. You can only vaguely make out that it is a small card that the sect will give to its disciples after completing a demon-slaying mission, which is used to calculate their contribution at the end of the month.
Shen Yun flipped the sign over to the back, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly when he saw the worn-out characters on it.
The pressure of the engraving strokes is not yet well controlled, but each stroke and character is already quite beautiful.
Even if he had never cared about Ji Mofan before, Shen Yun could still recognize that it was his handwriting.
It looks like a diary entry.
It was written very briefly, and a large part of the text was worn and illegible, but from these few words, Shen Yun was suddenly awakened to memories that he had almost thrown into the corner.
Although Ji Mofan was once his true disciple, he was the youngest among all the disciples. So, although Shen Yun would occasionally take him out, he didn't pay much attention to him most of the time, just telling him to stand aside and watch.
That demon-slaying mission was extremely dangerous. Shen Yun himself was injured several times, and he had no time to take care of the disciples he had brought with him.
But just as they had resolved most of the troubles and were about to catch their breath, a blood-covered survivor suddenly sprang up from the pile of monster corpses that had been completely defeated.
The crazed beast didn't look very big, so it was probably just a juvenile. It was also injured, so it shouldn't have posed any threat to them.
The problem was that his move was so unexpected.
Just as it lunged straight at Shen Yun's nape, a chill suddenly froze all killing intent.
Ji Mo Fan himself was still very small; he wasn't even much taller than that young demon beast.
But at that moment, he rushed forward without hesitation and pierced the monster's jaw with a broken iron sword.
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