Leaving behind a scene of chaos, Ji Mo Fan and Fang Xuan watched the fireworks show and then went their separate ways back to their respective sects.
It had only been less than a day since I left, but the changes in Chaoming Palace looked quite significant.
The mountain gate has been repaired, and the collapsed back mountain has been restored to a presentable shape.
The barren area has been transformed by the relocation of vegetation from other areas. Thanks to the stimulation of wood-attribute spiritual energy, although it is not yet comparable to its former appearance, it is at least no longer as desolate as before.
Ji Mofan stood at the mountain gate for a while.
“You’ve been following me all day, aren’t you tired?” he said.
It was still early spring, and the willow trees planted at the main gate of Chaoming Palace had not yet sprouted leaves, only a few green buds.
A dark shadow emerged from behind the tree trunk.
"Did the magic artifact the old man gave me not work?" Nanxun took off the thing that looked like a lightning rod from the top of her head and fiddled with it from side to side.
"The magical artifact is useful." Only now did Ji Mo Fan clearly sense the aura around him and confirm that the person following him was a person.
Instead of a clump of herbs.
“But the smell of medicine on you is too strong,” he said. “If you’re standing downwind, it’s fine, but if you’re upwind, you can’t hide anything at all.”
Nanxun tossed the "lightning rod" into her Qiankun bag, saying, "Your nose is quite sensitive."
"Why are you following me?" Ji Mofan asked. "To show me your healed body?"
"Whether I get treatment or not is irrelevant. Anyway, the body of the medicine person means I won't die easily." Nan Xun waved her hand. "At most, it will hurt, but I'm already used to the pain."
Ji Mo Fan actually wanted to ask Nan Xun if he could take off his mask so he could see it.
However, recalling Nan Xun, whom he had seen in the medicine vat in that cellar six years ago, he silently suppressed the thought.
Well, if his face could be repaired, he probably wouldn't wear such an ugly mask every day.
If it's not fixed properly, why would he bother creating nightmares for himself?
Nan Xun tilted her head, seemingly understanding what Ji Mofan hadn't said aloud, "You want to see what I look like?"
Jimo Fan: ......
Friend, the tone of your voice is a bit scary.
"Actually... I don't really want to see that much," he said. "As long as you don't use magical artifacts to conceal your aura, I can recognize who you are without even looking."
When fully utilized, one's divine sense can conjure up a stable shape out of thin air in the sea of consciousness, allowing even a blind person to "see" things.
It's just that most people use their eyes directly and don't bother to use their spiritual sense to exert so much effort.
“I’m not ugly, so you don’t need to be so resistant,” Nan Xun said, raising her hand to the mask on her face.
Ji Mo Fanxin said that she didn't know who it was before, but even though they were so tormented by the Mountain Moving Formation that they felt like vomiting, they still refused to take off their masks.
However, if we're talking about curiosity, he definitely has a bit of it too.
Just one sheep.
In the dim light of the night, he watched as the young man in front of him removed the black, almost completely non-reflective metal mask from his face.
His previously nonchalant eyes suddenly widened.
It wasn't because the face under the mask was particularly handsome. Ji Mo Fan had seen many beauties. Putting aside everything else, the guards and maids of the Demon Palace might not be strong enough, but they certainly had to be good-looking.
It's because Ji Mofan is no stranger to this face.
These are people he had dealt with before.
It was just that because Nan Xun was always wearing a mask and her voice was hoarse and strained, he hadn't expected it at all.
In the past, when he occasionally had to deal with some tricky demon-slaying missions or secret realm trials, he would seek external assistance because there was no one available within the Yun Cang Sword Sect, or the methods required were not clean enough.
Diescha was the most reliable and reasonably priced of all the companies he had used.
It would be difficult to negotiate the same business at the same price with other organizations.
This face wasn't exactly familiar to him, but it was definitely memorable.
The new abbot of the temple, who was the same person who greeted him on many occasions when he went to the temple to discuss matters.
He had always thought this person was just a junior receptionist, but it was only by chance that he overheard other members of the Disha Temple talking to him and heard others call him "abbot".
The personnel changes at Disha were not considered organizational secrets; he later found out by making a casual inquiry. The abbot's name and background were unknown; he had suddenly appeared at Disha four years ago and possessed extremely strong management skills. Even though his martial arts skills were not outstanding, he still obtained the position of abbot.
Ji Mofan could never have imagined that Nan Xun was actually the Abbot Diecha, whose identity he had always found to be very mysterious.
Belatedly, he recalled the puppet that had suddenly barged into his tent that night during the Daoist Conference, wearing the face of Xie Qingya.
"Was it you who manipulated the puppet to remind me that night?" he asked, looking up.
"How slow-witted you are." Nan Xun put one hand on her hip, looking quite resentful.
Ji Mofan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when he went from facing a mask where he couldn't even see the nose and mouth clearly to looking at this very pleasing face and hearing this refreshing voice.
"You encountered an assassination attempt in the Shallow Ocean Secret Realm a few months ago, didn't you?" Nanxun continued to ask.
Ji Mo Fan nodded.
“That commission was placed by Xiao Jin, the handyman who works for Qu Jin,” Nan Xun said. “However, I wasn’t the one who handled it at the time, and I only found out later that someone had actually attacked you.”
"That's why I participated in the Dao Asking Conference. Qu Jin usually stays in the Xiaoling Sect and doesn't care about worldly affairs. It took me a lot of effort to find out that he would come out of seclusion during the Dao Asking Conference."
Ji Mofan raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to collect a debt from me? I can't afford such a high commission fee."
Ji Mofan hadn't paid attention before, but now, judging from Nanxun's attitude towards him, whenever he placed an order at Diesha, Nanxun was probably covering the difference between the discount and the market price.
However, with a national treasury behind him, Nanxun's wealth at the time might have even surpassed that of the Yuncang Sword Sect.
It's not his place to feel sorry for other people's money.
"If you think that way, you're insulting me." Nan Xun waved her hand. "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
"I just want to tell you what I've done, otherwise I'll be like those housewives. Men feel they work hard outside, but when they come home and see their wives eating and drinking without doing anything, they start to get impotent and furious. Isn't the root cause of this conflict because all the housework that women do at home is invisible?"
"So in order to avoid the same conflict between us, I have to report everything to you in detail."
Ji Mo Fan really wanted to say, "What a weird analogy you're using."
Can their relationship be compared to that of a husband and wife?
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