"But you should also be prepared to be utterly defeated by me in the ring next year."
Ji Mo Fan replied with a light laugh, "It's still uncertain who will emerge victorious."
Fang Xian is one year older than Ji Mofan, and his cultivation has already reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm. By next year's Dao Asking Conference, he might even have broken through to the Divine Transformation realm.
It's undeniable that luck played a part in Ji Mo Fan's victory over him three years ago. If he were Fang Xuan, he would certainly hold a grudge, no wonder he gave the guests a hard time even after winning the championship in his previous life.
In his previous life, Ji Mo Fan met Qing Luan in the very center of the Eclipse Secret Realm.
It's likely that some cultivators had fought the Azure Phoenix before. The huge azure bird was covered in scarlet wounds, and when he found it, it was huddled in an inconspicuous mountain hollow, licking its wounds alone.
This is why Ji Mofan dared to waste time engaging with the surrounding monsters instead of chasing after the Azure Phoenix.
"You think you can fight Qingluan in your current state?" Fang Xuan casually followed behind him on a stroll.
Having followed Ji Mofan for such a long distance, Fang Xuan could tell that he was not in good condition, even though he hadn't spoken directly.
And it's very bad.
He wasn't intimidated by the monsters blocking his path, but he wasn't as adept at fighting them anymore.
His swordsmanship was somewhat distorted, a style that wasted more spiritual energy but could end the battle more quickly.
Although Fang Xuan's strength has reached a level where most of the monsters in the Eclipse Secret Realm no longer pose a threat to him.
He's wasting his time here; he should go back to his sect and meditate in his own blessed land for a few hours.
Doing anything is more useful than following Ji Mofan around in the cold wind.
Even so, seeing Ji Mofan's predicament, Fang Xuan had no intention of helping him.
There's no other reason than putting myself in his shoes. If I were the one who was seriously injured today, I certainly wouldn't want to accept Ji Mofan's help either.
After all, having achieved so much, what they find most intolerable is being looked down upon.
Especially since he was once his defeated foe.
Fang Xian had no interest in taking advantage of his illness to show off in front of him.
Fortunately, Fang Xuan didn't say these words aloud, otherwise Ji Mo Fan would definitely have given him a good whack.
What does saving face matter? If you can just relax and enjoy yourself, who would want to toil away on the streets!
It's because he has no parents, no relatives, and no one around him he can trust.
Meeting Fang Xian today was purely accidental, and he didn't feel he had any leverage to force Fang Xian's help, which is why he didn't ask for help.
This is truly a wonderful misunderstanding.
"In my current state, I don't have much of a chance against Qingluan." Ji Mofan touched his sword.
"But if I could borrow the Heavenly Remnant Seal from you, I would be 50% confident in killing this Azure Phoenix."
"Hmm?" Fang Xian subconsciously looked down at his waist.
Tian Canfeng was his sword.
Two years ago, in a secret realm, he accidentally obtained a set of inherited skills. Not only did his cultivation level improve, but most importantly, he also acquired a handy sword.
Although it can't be considered an ancient divine weapon, it is still a powerful tool imbued with spirit. Moreover, it is well-suited to his wood spirit root, making it very easy to use.
Anyway, it's at least a million times better than the iron sword that every disciple of the Yuncang Sword Sect has in Ji Mofan's hands.
Fang Xian belatedly realized that he hadn't seen Ji Mo Fan use any magical artifacts along the way.
Occasionally, he would take out some talismans or elixirs, but they were not anything of value.
"Is your Yuncang Sword Sect really this poor?" He couldn't help but frown.
It's no wonder Fang Xian made this guess. After all, in his Changfeng Valley, not even the sect's top disciple or the true disciples of the elders used such a shabby weapon.
Ji Mofan couldn't help but smile.
Yun Cang Sword Sect is indeed poor, but it can still squeeze out some rare and precious materials. It's just that no one is willing to give them the best things.
In the past, when he went out of the sect to do commissions, he would take back almost no money from the rewards he received, except for necessary expenses.
If you get an opportunity in the secret realm, your first thought is which junior brother or sister would like it.
As a result, the dignified chief disciple lived in a simple bamboo house with very little furniture.
He didn't care much at the time, thinking that a simple environment was quite nice for a person who practices meditation.
Things he hadn't cared about before, he realized the moment he was reborn that he hadn't lived a life that seemed inhuman.
After all, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was standing in Qi Fengyu's bedroom.
Not to mention the carved beams and painted rafters, even the bed curtains were made of a light gauze with defensive runes as hidden patterns.
In contrast, Ji Mofan's most expensive garment was merely a low-grade defensive magic artifact. It might be slightly more expensive in terms of materials, but that was only relative to the mortal realm.
It was truly embarrassing.
"After all, I am the senior brother. Naturally, I should give the best things to others." Ji Mofan casually touched the embroidery on his sleeve and gave a self-deprecating smile.
"Then you really are a good person." Whether or not he caught the implication in his words, Fang Xian gave this evaluation for the second time.
He didn't hesitate much, and threw his sword over, saying, "If you are injured by the backlash from the Heavenly Cripple Seal, it has nothing to do with me."
"Thank you. I'll give you all the parts of Qingluan's body except for the demon core as payment." Ji Mofan reached out and took the sword, which was then drawn with a "snap".
The silver blade, nourished by wood-attribute spiritual energy over the years, gleamed with a slightly warm green hue.
“Sure, if you can demonstrate that sword move again and make me feel it was worth the price, I’ll take no payment.” Fang Xian always acted as he pleased, not caring about the cost or reward.
A good mood is the best reward.
"A fine sword." Ji Mofan gently stroked the blade with his fingertips, and faintly heard Tian Canfeng emit a joyful sword cry.
It seems he'll need to find a suitable weapon before participating in the next Daoist Conference.
Otherwise, they would have been utterly defeated by Fang Xian.
"Tian Canfeng doesn't dislike you?" Fang Xuan's eyes widened slightly.
Although this sword has a gentle wood attribute, it is as stubborn as wood itself and rarely finds a worthy admiration for its user.
If it cannot be approved by him, then even if you hold it in your hand, it is just a precious sword made of valuable materials and finely forged.
However, if the sword spirit recognizes the sword wielder, it can resonate with the sword wielder's spiritual power, thereby unleashing greater power.
If Fang Xuan hadn't known that Ji Mofan possessed an ice spirit root and wouldn't steal his sword just because of a sword spirit, he would have felt a real sense of crisis.
"A sword, can it hate people?" Ji Mofan looked up at him with some doubt.
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