Even with Ji Mofan's good temper, he was now enraged. He lightly tapped the wall to the side with his toes and darted over to Fang Xuan, who was leisurely and uninvolved.
With a flick of the sword tip, the metal footrest on the flying artifact beneath him was hooked at the turning point, and he was thrown with exceptional fluidity toward the newly activated mechanism.
"Hey...! Have you forgotten that I don't have any spiritual power left in me right now?!"
Fang Xian crashed into the wall with a thud. The broom spun around in circles several times before finally managing to pull him out of the trap's attack range with great effort.
Fang Xian swung his broom and used brute force to destroy the mechanism that was constantly firing silver needles.
Before crashing to the ground, it flipped in mid-air, landing back on the broom and lifting itself back into the air.
"Look, you can still fight, can't you?" Ji Mofan shrugged indifferently.
Fang Xian: ......
What else could he say?
So, he was wrong for not dying?
The sound of stones rubbing together suddenly came from above the stairs in the corner.
Their gazes turned back to each other, and they saw the partition in the stairwell slowly opening.
"Congratulations to you both, you have successfully passed the first test." A child with pigtails was sitting on the high windowsill at some point, swinging his little feet in the air. A golden ornament was tied to his ankle, making a crisp sound as it swayed.
“This exquisite pagoda has seven floors, with only the first and seventh floors having two exits,” he said. “So if you decide to take on the challenge, it means there’s no turning back.”
"What are the rewards for successfully completing the challenge?" Fang Xuan wasn't worried about whether he would die.
He only cares about whether he can have fun.
"You'll know when you climb to the seventh floor," the child said with a smile, resting his chin on his hand and shaking his head.
“I suppose we can take the entire Linglong Tower,” Ji Mofan said.
"The flow of time inside the exquisite pagoda is different from that outside, and the relative flow of time slows down the higher you go. This means that you can get several times more time inside than outside."
The child was just a puppet, and was clearly at a loss after Ji Mofan said that, frantically waving his short limbs.
"Where did you get so much information from?!"
Ji Mo Fan smiled.
He casually tapped the wall of the exquisite pagoda next to him. "The pagoda itself told me that."
He's talking nonsense.
He learned about the Linglong Pagoda's function from an auction house in his previous life, and in the end, he did indeed help Qi Fengyu win the bid for this treasure.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to witness the magical effects of the Linglong Pagoda firsthand.
The money used for the auction was not Ji Mofan's money, but rather the public resources of the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
Incidentally, Qi Fengyu used to do this often too.
At the time, no one thought anything was wrong, but Ji Mofan naturally discovered this huge loophole when he checked the accounts after he started managing the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
In the end, the matter was dropped after Qi Fengyu pleaded with him with tears in her eyes, and Ji Mofan took on extra work to earn spirit stones to fill the gap.
"How could you talk to the tower!" The child's surprised voice pulled Ji Mofan from his memories.
He blinked. "Can't you communicate with magical artifacts?"
Although the claim of "hearing the Linglong Pagoda speak" was fabricated, Ji Mofan could indeed vaguely sense the emotions of the magical artifact, and he was not lying about that.
"I'm a puppet, I can't resonate with magical artifacts... Oh no! How come you have the same constitution as my master!" The child babbled incoherently for a long time, jumped down from the windowsill and flew all the way to Ji Mofan's side, grabbing his leg.
"Are you a descendant of the master?" He stared at Ji Mofan with his big, round eyes.
"No wonder you know so well how to get in here; you're taking me back to your hometown, aren't you?" Fang Xuan chimed in casually from the side.
"What trouble are you causing?" Ji Mo Fan was exasperated.
"Tell me your name!" When the child saw that he was ignoring him, he grabbed a strand of his hair and started shaking it.
Ji Mo Fan's scalp ached from being shaken so much. Heaven knows how a mere puppet could be so strong. Helpless, he had no choice but to give his name.
But Ji Mo Fan is an orphan who has used this name since he can remember, and he has no idea how he got the name.
However, to avoid the child overthinking things, he left this part unmentioned.
“Jimo…” A look of confusion flashed in the child’s eyes. “Master’s Daoist partner doesn’t have this name either… but you must be related to Master!”
"Whether it's related or not, get off me first." Ji Mofan grabbed him by the back of the neck, trying to pry him off his lap.
The child was very well-behaved this time; even when he left, he just obediently floated to the side.
“My name is Shuanghuang,” the child suddenly said.
"What? Double yolk? I also have lotus seed paste." Before Ji Mofan could speak, Fang Xuan blurted out his complaint first.
"Frost of snow! Brilliance of glory!" The child jumped up and down in anger, his pigtails swinging wildly.
"Your name is weird! What kind of name is Lianrong!"
"My name isn't Lianrong, it's Fangxian." Fangxian flew to the child on a broom, staring at him intently. "Fang, Xian."
“Lotus Seed Paste!” The child—Shuanghuang—stubbornly repeated the name.
"Are you two three years old combined?" Ji Mofan flipped his hands outwards, flicking a small ice bean at each of their fingertips, giving each of them a beauty mark.
One was a fake child, the other was truly naive; both of them covered their foreheads and shut up.
Ji Mofan was very satisfied; his ears were finally at peace.
"Let's go, to the next floor." He stepped on his flying sword, passed directly through the stone door of the stairwell, and disappeared from the second floor of the Linglong Tower.
Fang Xian followed closely behind, and Shuang Huang also trotted along behind.
"What are you doing here?" Fang Xian looked Shuang Huang up and down with considerable unease.
"I must protect the safety of my master's descendants!" Little Frostfire proudly puffed out its little chest.
"What makes you so sure I am a descendant of Master Lu?" Ji Mofan hadn't expected his nonsensical ramblings to take him so seriously, and for a moment he regretted speaking off the cuff.
He said those things just now only to test whether the news he heard at the auction was true or false.
Little did I know that this would lead to so much trouble.
"What I just said was all an excuse. Actually, I heard the story of the Linglong Pagoda from a friend." But since things had come to this, Ji Mofan could only bite the bullet and make up a story.
“But that friend forbade me to tell anyone, and I couldn’t reveal his name, which is why I used that absurd statement just now.”
"You're lying!" But this time, Shuanghuang denied it even more firmly.
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