Ji Mofan's words were light and easy, but they were like a heavy hammer blow, striking hard into everyone's heart.
Although his original intention was simply to prevent these people from taking advantage of his efforts without feeling guilty.
However, it took on a completely different meaning when heard by others.
"Although our senior brother suddenly became fierce... he still saved us all without hesitation just now."
“I know that. My dad was like that when he was at home. He was strict with me because he was afraid that I would become lazy and not amount to anything.”
"You treat your senior brother like your father? Your senior brother is a few years younger than you. Doesn't this mess up the generations?"
"A metaphor! Don't you understand metaphors? You're so uncultured!"
"So, our senior brother had expectations of us, which is why he was so disappointed when we failed to achieve his goals?"
"I feel like I'm a complete waste..."
Ji Mo Fanxin said no, absolutely not. I just want you to stop bothering me.
But the goal was achieved in the end, and now these disciples are inexplicably super excited, like they've been injected with chicken blood.
So Jimo Fan didn't turn around to correct him.
Ning Weisheng did not participate in the disciples' discussion.
He simply sat in meditation to regulate his breathing while seemingly casually glancing at that figure from behind.
Despite having just been in a battle, Ji Mofan's body was completely spotless, without even a single wrinkle.
My buttocks, which had just been lashed by his sword sheath, started to ache again.
Ning Weisheng couldn't quite describe his feelings; they were so complex that he felt his inner demons were about to surface if he kept thinking about them.
In just half a day, Ji Mofan's impression of him completely overturned all his previous preconceived notions.
The gentle, smiling boy was gone, replaced by Ji Mo Fan, who truly possessed the demeanor of the chief disciple of the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
...I had this strange feeling that I wanted to be scolded by him.
While Ning Weisheng was torn between his inner thoughts and his own, Li Geyue, standing in the crowd, also had mixed feelings.
Although the senior brother didn't name anyone in his words, Li Geyue felt as if he was referring to her.
In the past, when he felt depressed because he couldn't find any relatives or friends in the Yun Cang Sword Sect, Ji Mo Fan would always appear in time to comfort him and do his best to cheer him up.
But now, he personally told Li Geyue: Don't rely on me.
It seems his senior brother has truly abandoned him completely.
No matter how much people's hearts change, it cannot affect Ji Mofan's mood.
When the time it takes to drink a cup of tea was up, without saying a word, he directly mounted his flying sword and hovered in front of him.
Ning Weisheng was the first to follow behind, followed by the other Sword Sect disciples.
Li Geyue lagged behind, slowly following on his sword.
Since entering the secret realm, Lin Ju'an has never forgotten Ji Mofan's instructions and has always devoted a portion of his energy to keeping an eye on Li Geyue's situation.
Seeing that he had unknowingly fallen to the back of the group, he quietly rode his sword and slowly approached his position.
"......"
He heard Li Geyue muttering something indistinctly.
The voice was very low, and the speech was extremely fast; it was impossible to tell what the speaker was saying.
Lin Ju'an's first reaction was that this person might be chanting some kind of magic incantation.
But upon closer inspection, there were no spiritual energy fluctuations around, so Li Geyue was probably just talking to himself.
His cultivation level was higher than Li Ge's, so he shouldn't have sensed anything wrong.
None of the others flying ahead noticed anything amiss. He looked at Ji Mofan, who was quite far away from him, and decided to put this minor matter aside for the time being.
Actually, Lin Ju'an was just too inexperienced.
If you tell Ji Mofan, he will know that this is a sign that Li Geyue's inner demons are about to grow.
If left unattended, Li Geyue could very well fall into demonic ways due to a reversal of spiritual energy at any time.
However, from this perspective, Lin Ju'an did the right thing by not saying anything.
After all, even if Ji Mofan could see that there was something wrong with Li Geyue, he wouldn't take any action.
In his words, why bother caring about someone who is irrelevant to you?
If he can't even deal with his inner demons, he'll probably have a hard time progressing further on the path of cultivation. He might as well cripple his spiritual platform, go down the mountain, and go home like his brothers and sisters who have no talent for cultivation, inheriting the family business and becoming a useless second-generation rich kid.
It wasn't very useful to begin with, and now it only causes trouble for others.
The Yuncang Sword Sect group wandered through the secret realm, occasionally encountering some demonic beasts.
This time, at least Ji Mofan didn't have to be bothered. The other disciples were in a state of high spirits for a long time. When they saw a monster, they were like dogs that hadn't eaten for three days seeing a bone. They pounced on it and hacked at it wildly. The monster didn't even have time to let out a few cries before it was dismembered.
Everyone conscientiously handed over the demon cores they had hunted to Ji Mofan. However, Ji Mofan didn't really want to keep them and casually tossed them to Ning Weisheng, who had been hovering around him for some reason.
It wasn't some kind of "only taking what's rightfully yours" mentality. After all, given his past contributions to the Yun Cang Sword Sect, it wouldn't be unreasonable to distribute all the profits from this secret realm trial to him.
However, Ji Mofan had an even better opportunity to obtain later, and to avoid getting into trouble with so many people when distributing the spoils, he simply gave away some small benefits.
Besides, they're just some small insects. If he wanted to hunt monsters, he could easily obtain much more valuable resources.
For example, the bony crocodile we just saw.
Judging from the quality of the inner cores produced by the disciples of Yuncang Sword Sect, it would probably take a whole handful to compare to the quality of a Hard-Bone Crocodile.
As dusk approached, the already misty atmosphere of the secluded realm made the path ahead increasingly dark and uncertain. Following their memories, Ji Mofan successfully led the group to a cave.
He casually cleared the cave entrance with a spell, and once again became a hands-off manager, sitting cross-legged on a stone platform at the edge, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.
The other disciples had gotten used to their senior brother's sudden change in personality over the course of the day, and they had also expended a lot of energy during the day. They simply didn't have the energy to complain. Having a place to rest and not having to lie in the mud and water of the swamp was enough for them.
As the vice-captain, Ning Weisheng conscientiously took on the task of maintaining order among the group, even though the team leader was feigning death.
With a casual wave of his hand, the intense fire elemental power ignited the damp firewood.
The chill and dampness in the cave were immediately dispelled, and everyone's condition gradually improved. They gathered in twos and threes, chatting idly while resting and replenishing their strength.
Ning Weisheng directed everyone to rest. Once everything was arranged, he walked over to Ji Mofan.
"Senior Brother, may I rest next to you tonight?" He scratched his head, looking rather embarrassed. "This cave isn't very big, especially since the campfire takes up a large area, and there's no room over there."
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