“I don’t know either.” Ji Mofan sighed. “Although I can recognize that these are characters from the southern border, I don’t know their specific meaning.”
He waved his hand and took out paper and pen from his Qiankun bag, carefully copying down the text.
"I will return this pottery jar to its rightful owner later, so that Li Geyue won't discover anything amiss." He put the pottery jar into his Qiankun bag.
"Now, I will preside over the ceremony of your acknowledgment of Christ."
After Ji Mofan and Lin Ju'an returned to the team, everyone rested for a while.
When Li Geyue finally regained consciousness, his first thought was to look for the small pottery jar that he had gone through so much trouble to find.
“Here it is.” Ji Mo Fan spread his hands in front of him. “You accidentally dropped it during the battle just now, and Junior Brother Lin picked it up for you.”
Li Geyue immediately reached out and snatched the pottery jar away, ignoring the pain from her newly bandaged wound, and carefully held the little thing in her palm.
Ji Mofan's eyes darkened.
“Junior brother, you were too reckless this time.” He put his hands in his sleeves and looked down at Li Geyue, who was sitting and leaning against the tree root.
Li Geyue kept her head down and didn't say anything.
The young master, unusually, didn't jump up and down to argue with him.
"What is this thing? Is it worth risking your life to get it?" Ji Mo Fan raised his voice slightly.
A chill filled the air around the two of them, and the disciples from the Medical Peak who were originally standing nearby quickly and discreetly moved away from them.
These two fellow disciples can do whatever they want, but please don't let innocent groups like them get involved!
Li Ge lowered her head even further.
The pressure of spiritual energy caused cold sweat to pour from its forehead, and all the wounds on its body to itch and ache faintly, as if it were being subjected to slow slicing.
"I...I don't know either." He gritted his teeth, finally managing to squeeze out these few words.
Ji Mofan coldly stared down at him for a while.
He removed the oppressive aura emanating from Li Geyue.
"Tear up the teleportation talisman yourself later. After returning to the Yun Cang Sword Sect, take the initiative to apologize to your master." He turned and left, the ripples of his robes carrying a chilly wind.
"During the training, he disobeyed the leader's orders and acted on his own, causing other fellow disciples to be in danger. According to the sect's rules, he should spend half a month at the Cliff of Remembrance."
Li Geyue lowered her head silently and replied in a very soft voice, "Yes."
He took out the teleportation talisman that Ning Weisheng had given each of them before they entered the secret realm from his Qiankun bag.
She looked up and glanced at Ji Mofan's back one last time.
"Senior Brother." Ning Weisheng happened to step forward at this moment, just in time to block Li Geyue's gaze from looking at Ji Mofan.
It's unclear whether it was intentional.
"Junior Brother Li has just been seriously injured. Shouldn't we let him rest a bit before he is punished?" Despite his words, he still spoke with concern.
“Junior brother has already broken through to the Golden Core stage, so the cold wind of Yiku Cliff shouldn’t pose too much of a threat to him.” Ji Mofan’s voice, without any fluctuation, bypassed Ning Weisheng and reached Li Geyue’s ears without missing a single word.
“Senior Brother is right.” He smiled and pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Last time, Senior Brother went straight to Remembering Bitterness Cliff for half a month right after being injured by Flame Sparrow. I’m fine now.”
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Ning." Li Geyue practically forced these words out of her throat.
After saying that, he ignored the reactions of the others present and crushed the teleportation talisman in his hand.
Ji Mofan watched Li Geyue's figure disappear from the spot and silently breathed a sigh of relief.
The time bomb that was Li Geyue has already exploded. The opportunity I promised Lin Ju'an has also been secured for him. Two of the three things on my mind have been resolved. The last one...
"Oh, what a coincidence, isn't this the Yun Cang Sword Sect?"
A rather irritating voice suddenly came from the other side of the canyon.
Jimo Fan: ......
Did he gain some special ability to make his wishes come true after being reborn?
More than once, I've been able to meet the person I'm thinking of.
He turned around and saw a group of bright green figures on the opposite side stopping one after another on their swords. The young man at the head of the group stepped on the Heavenly Remnant Seal and floated down in front of him, looking down at everyone present.
“...Fang Xian.” Ji Mo Fan chuckled, “You really are impatient.”
"Enough with the nonsense." Fang Xuan waved his hand. "Are you going to fight me alone, or are you going to bring all the trash from your Yun Cang Sword Sect with you?"
“Fellow Daoist Fang, our senior brother was just injured while exploring the secret realm. You can’t take advantage of him.” Before Ji Mofan could speak, Ning Weisheng stepped forward and blocked Fang Xuan’s view.
"How did you get injured again?" Fang Xuan frowned, looking down at Ji Mofan behind Ning Weisheng from above his head. "How many times have I met you? You're never healthy."
"Does your Yuncang Sword Sect even know how to raise people? If not, you might as well send them to our Changfeng Valley as soon as possible." He casually pointed to the group of Changfeng Valley disciples behind him.
"If Chief Jimo were to come to our Changfeng Valley, our entire sect would welcome him with open arms and feet!" A Changfeng Valley disciple, not wanting to miss out on the excitement, egged them on.
"Yes, Chief Jimo, would you like to consider this? The resources of just one mountain in our Changfeng Valley are more expensive than those of the entire Yuncang Sword Sect."
"Junior brothers, Junior Brother Fang is being unreasonable, but are you two being unreasonable too?" Ling Yihan was clearly trying to smooth things over, and she waited until the two of them had finished speaking before slowly opening her mouth.
It sounded like a reprimand, but it was neither too harsh nor too severe, and had no offensive power.
After all, as the chief of Changfeng Valley, she naturally prioritizes the prosperity of her sect. In the past, she has used various means to poach members from other smaller sects.
Merchants pursue profit, while cultivators seek better cultivation resources; she didn't see anything wrong with that.
Therefore, she naturally hoped that Ji Mofan could switch to Changfeng Valley. In this way, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Changfeng Valley would inevitably take first place on the Heavenly Ranking of the Dao Inquiry Tournament next year.
It's just an internal power struggle between Jimo Fan and Fang Xian.
At that time, Changfeng Valley will be able to successfully return to the ranks of the five major sects.
"Thank you all for your kind invitation." Ji Mofan, whose image in the cultivation world has always been gentle, simply smiled and shook his head. "However, I have deep feelings for the Yun Cang Sword Sect and am not staying here for its resources and benefits. I'm afraid I will disappoint you all."
Of course, their feelings for each other were deep. How could he bear to leave the Yuncang Sword Sect if he didn't make those he hated and those who had harmed him pay the price?
"That's truly a pity." The sadness in Ling Yihan's eyes was genuine.
She truly regretted not being able to become fellow disciples with a genius like Ji Mo Fan.
Three years ago, being knocked off the stage by Ji Mofan made the once arrogant Ling Yihan truly wake up from his dream of flattery.
If it weren't for Ji Mofan's appearance, she might have unknowingly become lost in her Dao heart during her cultivation journey.
Although Ji Mofan defeated her, in the end, she should actually thank him.
He even felt it was a real pity. If he hadn't been bogged down by sect affairs after becoming the chief, a genius like Ji Mofan wouldn't have remained almost stagnant in his cultivation for three years.
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