Ge Gen did not disappoint his talent for the Thunder Spirit Root. At first, it only took him an afternoon to draw Qi into his body. Now, after just over a month of cultivation, he has already mastered the first level of the Cloud Cang Sword Technique.
He has good comprehension skills, and apart from the initial introductory stage, he basically didn't need Ji Mofan to guide him.
But without fail, the child would always get up very early every day to come and pay his respects to him, and also ask him to check on his progress in his studies.
Watching Ge Gen skillfully wield the heavy sword in front of him, Ji Mo Fan was momentarily lost in thought, unconsciously thinking about the person named Yu Wen he had met in the Dark Aura Secret Realm.
He couldn't quite understand it. Although Yu Wen's strength was quite impressive, it was still far inferior to the strength he had shown when he first met him face-to-face after receiving the mission in his previous life. At that time, Yu Wen's strength should have far surpassed that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Otherwise, a single newly born Arc Light Qilin wouldn't have been able to turn such a large village upside down.
He raised his strength by almost an entire realm in a short period of time, and this happened at a crucial juncture when he transitioned from cultivating immortality to cultivating demonic arts.
Generally speaking, if a cultivator falls into the demonic path, their cultivation level will mostly have to start from zero. At most, their progress will be slightly faster than that of a pure beginner, since different knowledge always has commonalities.
But it won't increase instead of decrease like Yu Wen did.
What happened to him?
"Master, how was my sword dance?" Ge Gen's voice brought Ji Mo Fan back to reality.
He snapped out of his reverie, nodded, and said, "You danced well. Keep it up."
Even Ji Mofan himself felt that these words were perfunctory.
When he first went to see Shen Yun, he often received similar comments.
However, Shen Yun was showing signs of impatience, but Ji Mofan genuinely felt that he had no room for further, verbose guidance.
Ge Gen is easygoing and intelligent; the only reason his master exists is probably as a pillar of support.
Jimo Fan was to him what... Shen Yun was to him in his previous life.
Fortunately, he has now let go of his biases regarding Shen Yun.
From an outsider's perspective, Shen Yun is truly a very unqualified master.
The two disciples were basically left to grow freely after being brought back to the sect. If it weren't for Ji Mofan raising them, Li Geyue's Dao heart would probably have collapsed long ago.
After feeding Ge Gen some snacks he had gotten from Fang Xuan, the master and apprentice were chatting for a while when Ji Mo Fan suddenly noticed someone approaching his courtyard.
Leaning back in the rattan chair, she lifted her eyelids slightly, and what came into view was Shen Yun riding a flying sword.
When will he ever get rid of this habit of thinking of someone and having that person appear in front of him the next second?
"How are your injuries from the secret realm healing?" Shen Yun's first words were actually out of concern for him.
In the past, Ji Mofan would probably have been very happy and, regardless of his actual physical condition, would have reported good news and told others that he was fine.
But now, Ji Mofan no longer hopes that Shen Yun will care about him.
Because he will take care of himself.
"I'm so grateful for your concern, Master. You've been busy all day and still remembered that your disciple was injured, so you came to inquire about my well-being." Ji Mo Fan didn't get up. He continued to lean comfortably in his chair and gave a perfunctory bow.
Was it polite? Well, I was polite enough.
Shen Yun could tell he was being sarcastic. After all, the training team had already returned to the sect yesterday, but he only came to inquire the next day, which clearly showed that he didn't take it seriously at all and was just going through the motions.
He was somewhat displeased, but considering the purpose of his visit, he suppressed his emotions.
"I heard that Elder Ji's disciple has secured the qualification for you to recuperate in the Spirit Spring, so I suppose it's nothing serious." He coughed lightly. "As your senior brother, you should understand my difficulties. Ge Yue was more seriously injured than you, and he returned to the sect before you; the token has already been given to him."
"No way? Master, you are a dignified elder of the Yun Cang Sword Sect, how come you don't even have a single healing elixir?" Ji Mo Fan casually picked up a pastry and tossed it to Ge Gen, who was sweeping the courtyard for him.
“Ge Gen, go to the training ground and spar with your fellow disciples,” he said. “I’ll come find you later.”
Ge Gen held the small pastry and looked at Ji Mo Fan with her bright, sparkling eyes.
He sensed that his master wanted to get rid of him and speak with Shen Yun alone. But he felt that the atmosphere between the two was not right, and he was a little worried about his master being alone with this nominal grandmaster.
However, Ge Gen also knew that there was no use in him staying, and Ji Mo Fan would never do anything without being sure of the outcome; he was not the type to be reckless and need someone to protect him.
So he obediently lowered his head in greeting, then ran off with the snack in his mouth.
"Master, what brings you here? Please speak freely." Ji Mofan hadn't been acting much when Ge Gen was around, but now that it was just him and Shen Yun, he was even more unrestrained, lying comfortably in the rattan chair, his calves dangling in the air, swinging back and forth.
Shen Yun unconsciously turned his gaze to the plate of pastries on Ji Mofan's table.
Even without profound knowledge of spiritual medicine, one can easily sense that this seemingly ordinary snack actually contains a considerable amount of spiritual energy.
Ji Mofan had been fasting for a long time, and Shen Yun couldn't even remember the last time the child told him he was hungry and wanted to eat.
"How did you become such a pleasure-seeking person?" He couldn't help but lecture Ji Mofan again when he saw the obviously expensive clothes on him.
Ji Mofan waved his hand and swept all the snacks and plates on the table into his Qiankun bag.
“If Master has nothing important to attend to, why not go and check on Junior Brother?” He brushed the crumbs from his palm. “I met Junior Brother in the Spirit Spring yesterday, and he didn’t look too well.”
It would be strange if she could get better. She was already seriously injured and hadn't recovered. Not only did he scare her, but he also forcibly planted a Gu worm in her body.
"I know." Shen Yun's expression was not good, so he had to lower his head and cough a few times to cover it up. "But after Elder Yifeng's treatment, Ge Yue's condition has basically stabilized. Now, the one we need to worry about more is Xiao Yu."
Ji Mofan no longer finds Qi Fengyu's name so annoying.
I wonder if it's related to Li Geyue's sudden act of going against him and siding with him.
"What's wrong with Xiaoyu?" He also managed to put on a somewhat concerned expression.
“In previous years, his condition would improve slightly after the weather warmed up, but this time it has not improved at all and he remains in the same condition as in winter,” Shen Yun said.
Ji Mofan smiled and said, "Master, you don't mean to say that Xiaoyu is in this state because I injured him when I took him out last time, do you?"
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