"The Linglong Pagoda was specially built by my master for his own passing; in other words, it is his mausoleum. To avoid being disturbed by irrelevant people after his death, my master did not inform anyone during the construction of the Linglong Pagoda."
"Besides himself, the only person who knows the truth is me, the one he chose to be the gravedigger."
"How could you possibly have heard that from someone else?"
Ji Mofan didn't expect this lie to be exposed so quickly, and for a moment he had no excuse to make.
How is he going to explain this? He can't exactly say that he knows so many things that should be secrets because he has memories of a past life, can he?
That's no more shocking than having some ambiguous relationship with Lu Tong.
"Don't lie." Shuanghuang circled around him a few times.
One advantage of reaching the second floor of the Linglong Tower is that at least the ceiling is no longer shaped like a spire, so they have a place to stand and don't have to float in mid-air all the time.
“Even if you are not the master’s descendant, you must have a great connection with him.” Shuanghuang stopped in front of him and carefully grabbed a corner of his clothes. “After you leave, can you take me with you?”
"I believe that as long as I follow you, I will definitely find clues related to my master!"
Ji Mo Fan couldn't think of a good idea for the time being.
However, this time he was not resistant.
After all, although Frost Emperor has a human form, he is ultimately just a puppet, a complete product of weapon crafting.
He dislikes closeness from most people, but he has always been very accepting of non-human things.
The reason she got close to Fang Xian wasn't because she had any special obsession with him; on the contrary, it was because Fang Xian didn't care about her at all.
Although he might be concerned about Ji Mofan's life or death, ultimately he cared that Ji Mofan could bring him amusement, rather than having any special feelings for him as a person.
To put it bluntly, they didn't really treat Ji Mo Fan like a human being.
The good news is that Ji Mofan's attitude towards him is similar.
Although Fang Xuan is undoubtedly a completely human being no matter how you look at him, Ji Mofan still feels that there is a faint sense of inhumanity about him.
“But it was Fang Xian from over there who infused the banyan tree with spiritual power and awakened the Linglong Pagoda,” Ji Mofan said.
“Indeed, so if you manage to pass the test, the Linglong Tower will belong to him.” Shuanghuang gave Fangxian a rather resentful look.
He then quickly shook his head. "No, there are no 'ifs.' If you can communicate with magical artifacts like your master, then this mere Linglong Pagoda is definitely no problem for you!"
Jimo Fan: ......
Although he was confident that he was no worse than the cultivator who had taken the Linglong Pagoda by chance in his previous life.
But being entrusted with such trust by Shuanghuang for this reason, he did feel somewhat guilty.
Ji Mofan and Fang Xuan spent a long time inside the Linglong Tower.
The seventh floor, in particular, has so many mechanisms that you can trigger ten mechanisms with just one step.
They had to break them apart one by one, either dismantling them or violently destroying them.
After everything was resolved, Ji Mofan felt as if he had lived another lifetime.
It's no wonder that the cultivator from my previous life boasted about his achievements after leaving the Linglong Pagoda; after all, they were indeed worth mentioning.
If Ji Mofan hadn't already achieved something at the previous Daoist Conference, he might have made those rash and thoughtless remarks out of youthful arrogance.
But he has now lived two lives.
Although time seemed to pass slowly inside the Linglong Tower, it was only half a day in comparison to the outside world.
Only now did Ji Mo Fan truly appreciate the wonder of the Linglong Pagoda.
From the second level onwards, time flows at a rate of half that of the outside world; the third level adds up to a quarter, and so on, reaching a staggering one-one-hundred-and-twenty-eighths in the seventh level. This means that spending a season inside the tower is equivalent to only a single day passing in the real world.
Unfortunately, after being separated from the banyan tree, the Linglong Pagoda seemed to lose some kind of vitality. Living things could no longer enter; only inanimate objects could be placed inside for preservation.
Lu Tong likely crafted this magical artifact to reduce the lengthy waiting time required during the crafting process.
Fang Xian didn't mind the changes to the Linglong Tower.
"It'll be perfect to take it back so my uncles and aunts can refine pills." He held the exquisite pagoda, which was about the length of an adult's forearm, and casually tossed it around.
"It often takes forty-nine days or eighty-one days. With such a long time, if a patient urgently needs medicine, by the time the elixir is made, it will be too late."
"You should cherish your master's things! What if you break them!" Shuanghuang held out her chubby little hands, looking at him with a protective and tender expression.
Fang Xian made a gesture as if he was about to smash it to the ground.
The two "three-year-olds" got tangled up and started fighting again.
This time, Ji Mofan reached out and ruffled Shuanghuang's little head.
He stuffed him into his Qiankun bag.
Puppets are not living beings; they can be stuffed in arbitrarily.
The world is finally peaceful.
"Senior Brother!"
Before Ji Mofan could even take a few breaths of quiet air, another annoying voice popped up.
Ning Weisheng clutched the half-burnt locator talisman and sprinted to his side at almost full speed on his sword.
"Senior Brother! Where have you been all this time?!" He didn't even see Fang Xian standing next to him, completely ignoring him, and was focused on checking if Ji Mo Fan was injured.
Everyone is very worried about you!
Ji Mo Fan didn't want to say a single word to him.
He staggered a couple of times on the spot, then closed his eyes and bumped into Fang Xuan's back with a thud.
"Ji Mo Fan?" Fang Xuan was also startled by his sudden action. He reached out and placed him on his broom flying artifact, which he had not yet put away.
As a result, with just a simple hand movement, he felt his sleeve being gently hooked by Ji Mofan.
His eyebrows almost flew upwards twice, but he managed to pull them back in time.
This person even went so far as to feign unconsciousness in order to avoid being with the people from the Yuncang Sword Sect.
"Fang Xian! What have you done to our senior brother!" Ning Weisheng was so anxious that his eyes were bloodshot, and he reached out to feel Ji Mofan's pulse.
But Fang Xian beat her to it, grabbing her slender white wrist that was right in front of him.
"Let him go!" Ning Weisheng had no time to spare at this point, and with a "whoosh," he even drew his sword.
Fang Xian merely glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, and continued to take Ji Mofan's pulse.
"Do you know that your Yuncang Sword Sect is practically raising people to death?" he said.
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