"No." Ji Mofan didn't even open his eyes, and his expression remained unchanged. "It's good that there's nowhere for us to sleep. You go out and patrol and stand guard for everyone."
Ning Weisheng: ......
"Senior Brother, I've also had a long day..." His tone unconsciously carried a hint of frustration that he himself wasn't even aware of.
“Your hardship is because you are weak,” Ji Mofan said. “In the past, during the sect’s training, when I led the team, I was always on the first shift at night.”
Ning Weisheng was rendered speechless by his words.
Indeed, Ji Mofan's previous image as an iron man was not just talk.
He is able to maintain a high level of energy and spirit, unlike everyone else, even after everyone else has experienced the same level of fatigue, and continue to do work that others simply cannot do.
No wonder he was chosen as the chief disciple.
Ning Weisheng sighed inwardly.
He knew perfectly well that he was jealous of Ji Mofan, and that he had been dissatisfied with this boy who was more than ten years younger than him ever since Ji Mofan entered the Yun Cang Sword Sect and became a disciple of Shen Yun.
Undeniably, the thought had crossed his mind more than once—if Ji Mofan hadn't appeared, would the title of chief disciple have fallen to him?
But at this moment, he realized with absolute certainty that this was impossible.
The position of chief disciple of the Yuncang Sword Sect is not a permanent one; it is usually only filled when the sect leader is unable to continue in his or her position for an extended period.
However, the Yuncang Sword Sect at this moment does not fall into this category.
Therefore, the chief disciple chosen at this time was not a forced appointment or a case of choosing the best among the worst, but rather a genuine and exceptionally talented individual they had found.
Ji Mo Fan's abilities are beyond what would inspire envy.
He is so far removed from ordinary people that all we can do is look up to him.
Ji Mofan was unaware that Ning Weisheng's mind was racing again. He only knew that this unpleasant aura lingered beside him and did not leave. He impatiently lifted one eyelid.
"Aren't you leaving yet?" he asked. "Do you need me to see you out?"
Ning Weisheng pursed his lips, and then a gentle smile appeared on his face. "Senior Brother, I don't think I'm so disliked that I can't even stand next to you."
Ji Mofan frowned. "What do you think? Do I need to remind Junior Brother Ning what kind of relationship we had before?"
How could this person have the nerve to say such things to my face?
In the past, he was always the one who took the initiative to make things difficult for Ji Mofan.
If Ji Mofan hadn't been so resistant to his provocations, the top of Yun Cang Mountain would probably have been torn down several times over.
Given this tense relationship, how dare he come to me so arrogantly and ask if I am not allowed to stand in front of him?
Did he take the wrong medicine or is he still sleepy?
Ji Mofan's gaze towards him gradually became strange, but Ning Weisheng was neither angry nor annoyed. He even boldly took two steps forward.
"My senior brother even took my robe before entering the secret realm." He reached out to grab a corner of the orange-red cloak on his body, instantly bringing himself quite close to him. "You can't just turn your back on me so quickly, can you?"
"Smack!"
The crisp sound was the sound of flesh being slapped.
The other disciples who were resting nearby were all drowsy, but they were startled by the noise and involuntarily turned their eyes toward the source of the sound.
Their leader remained seated cross-legged in the same spot. Ning Weisheng, standing in front of him, grabbed a small part of his clothes and slightly lifted his cloak, then froze in place, motionless.
His head was tilted strangely, and from a few angles, you could vaguely see a few reddish marks.
Those who realized what had happened quickly buried their heads.
"Do not look at what is improper... This level of emotional entanglement is beyond their control."
"Senior Brother Ning! What are you going to do to Senior Brother?!"
A fiery red figure suddenly flew over the crowd. Li Geyue used her light footwork to leap directly to the side of the two people facing off.
At this moment, he seemed to have completely forgotten that Ning Weisheng was a Nascent Soul stage expert, while he himself was just a young disciple who had barely broken through to the Golden Core stage.
His status was roughly equal to his, but his cultivation level was far behind.
Without hesitation, Li Geyue grabbed Ning Weisheng's wrist and forcibly pried his hand off Ji Mofan's clothes.
The latter seemed a bit stunned, so much so that Li Geyue easily succeeded in getting what he wanted.
Ji Mo Fanyang slowly lowered his hand from mid-air, reached out and unbuttoned his robe, then flung it at Ning Weisheng's face.
"If I had known that Junior Brother Ning had such intentions, I would never have accepted your robe in the first place." His tone was frighteningly cold, and his entire body exuded wisps of chilling spiritual energy.
Ning Weisheng held the bundle of clothes and slowly lowered his head.
It was only at this moment that Li Geyue belatedly realized what a stupid thing she had done. She quickly let go of his wrist and subconsciously took several steps back, trying to hide behind Ji Mofan.
But after taking half a step, he seemed to remember something and stopped. He gritted his teeth and stood in front of Ji Mofan.
"Junior brother, don't cause trouble, go play somewhere else." Ji Mofan felt that the scene in front of him was so annoying that it gave him a headache.
What are they going to do? They used to look down on him when he was humble and ingratiating, but now that he's indifferent, they flock to him.
He even felt that he hadn't slapped her hard enough, and now he just wanted to give everyone present an equal slap.
As a result, Ning Weisheng didn't say anything. With a bright slap mark on his face, he obediently followed Ji Mofan's instructions and stepped out of the cave to stand guard for everyone not far from the cave entrance.
The other disciples present had just been pretending to be too busy to notice what was happening, but now that one of the parties involved had left, they couldn't help but boldly cast their gazes at Ji Mofan.
What kind of love triangle plot is this? And the person caught in this love triangle even hates the feelings between the two of them?
Their eldest brother is truly guilty of grave sins.
Li Geyue only relaxed her tense muscles and took a breath after watching Ning Weisheng walk away completely. She immediately turned around to check on Ji Mofan.
"Senior Brother, are you injured?" He didn't dare to touch Ji Mofan like Ning Weisheng did, but only moved a little closer to look at him from left to right.
If it were half a month ago, let alone tearing Ji Mofan's clothes, he would have even dared to pounce on Ji Mofan and make him carry him around.
But now... he felt that his status among his senior brothers was about the same as Ning Weisheng's.
It might even be worse.
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