The oppressive standoff lasted only a short time; only those within it felt the time stretch on endlessly.
Shen Yun continued to circulate his spiritual energy, but as time passed second by second, he felt an increasing chilling unease.
Has he neglected his eldest disciple for too long?
Ji Mo Fan's strength has actually grown to such a level?
Despite only having the cultivation level of the mid-Nascent Soul stage, the pressure he released was in no way weaker than that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, pouring down like a tidal wave, forcing him to take it seriously.
Ji Mofan pursed his lips tightly and suddenly coughed.
The difference of an entire realm was indeed not something he could overcome by relying on the experience he had accumulated through small-scale battles in the secret realm; there was a qualitative gap in the depth of spiritual power.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then suddenly smiled slightly.
"Okay, I promise you." Ji Mofan tried to relax his furrowed brows and put on a nonchalant expression. He leaned back in the rattan chair and squinted at Shen Yun standing in front of him. "I will get the number one spot on the Heavenly Ranking."
"Well, that's because you're my master."
Shen Yun was surprised by Ji Mofan's sudden change in attitude.
Ji Mofan remained completely unconcerned by his suspicious gaze and sat comfortably.
"But Master, since you want me to win the Dao Inquiry Tournament, you can't just leave me with nothing and expect me to work hard all by myself, can you?" He spread out one hand towards Shen Yun.
It's obvious she's asking him for an opportunity.
Shen Yun stared at his outstretched palm in silence for a moment.
"Once Ge Yue's injuries have healed, I can give you the monthly allowance of spiritual spring water." He then removed his oppressive aura and referred to himself as "your master" again.
"There are also some rare and precious materials that can be used by Nascent Soul cultivators. I will sort them out in a couple of days, and you can come and pick them up."
"Thank you, Master." Ji Mo Fanting gave a perfunctory bow.
He felt he had already shown great respect for his teacher, since these resources were originally meant for him by Shen Yun.
"There is one more thing. I would like to go down the mountain for some training in a couple of days." Ji Mofan changed the subject. "After all, the Dao Asking Tournament is a real battle, and I would like to accumulate more experience."
"Moreover, having just broken through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage, the disciple's realm is not yet very stable. At this time, more training is the best way to consolidate it."
Shen Yun showed a disapproving expression, "How long are you going to be gone?"
"At least half a month, at most, we might see each other again at next year's Dao Asking Conference," Ji Mo Fan said.
“Xiao Fan, have you forgotten that you are still the chief disciple of the Yun Cang Sword Sect?” Shen Yun said. “The sect leader is in seclusion, and there are many affairs in the sect. Everyone is waiting for you to take charge.”
"In the past, you could excuse yourself from work by saying you were injured and needed to recuperate. But now you say you want to go out and gain experience, which is a bit unreasonable."
"Besides me, the chief disciple, the Yun Cang Sword Sect has eight elders and nineteen true disciples." Ji Mo Fan lowered his eyes and casually played with his fingers.
Although an elder can only take on a maximum of three disciples, not every elder will fill all three slots. For example, Shen Yun is still short one disciple. Everyone's idea is to have none rather than accept inferior ones.
“Apart from my junior brother, everyone else is more senior than me and knows better how to manage sect affairs,” Ji Mofan continued. “In fact, it’s ridiculous that such a large sect as the Yun Cang Sword Sect has to rely on a twenty-year-old like me to take charge of the overall situation. Doesn’t Master find it laughable to say that?”
The conversation ended unhappily.
Ji Mofan lay in the rattan chair for a while longer before calming the surging blood and qi in his chest.
Shen Yun ultimately couldn't find a reason to force Ji Mofan to stay in the sect, and relented to let him go out for training.
Although Ji Mofan could have simply left without telling anyone, he ultimately still cared about his reputation.
Moreover, Shen Yun had just mentioned the disciple's soul lamp, and he was afraid that if he argued with him one second, the next second he might be pushed to the limit and have his soul lamp taken off and thrown into the Execution Platform.
He didn't want to suffer because he could avoid it by saying a few kind words.
Although probably only Ji Mofan himself felt that what he said was a soft word.
After resting for a while, he got up from the rattan chair and rode his sword to the training ground to find Ge Gen.
The training ground is located on the mountainside of Yuncang Mountain, marking the boundary between the outer and inner sects. Disciples of all statuses can practice here.
He easily found the little brat wielding a heavy sword.
After all, among a group of people who all used the same type of iron sword, the one that flashed purple light, the Heaven and Earth Opener, was simply too conspicuous.
However, when he found Ge Gen, the situation was not so good.
The main purpose of all the disciples coming to the martial arts arena is to find someone to spar with. There are arenas of all sizes here, making it very convenient for two people to fight.
At that time, Ge Gen was standing on the arena facing off against another inner disciple, and it was clear that Ge Gen was at a disadvantage.
Ji Mo Fan couldn't help but frown.
The disciple opposite looked much older than Ge Gen. Ji Mo Fan remembered his name, Shi Junxing, who was a dual-elemental cultivator of metal and fire, having entered the sect five years earlier than Ge Gen.
Generally, this kind of spiritual root is more suitable for learning weapon crafting, and can go further in this field than purely learning martial arts.
However, Shi Junxing firmly chose sword cultivation, and through his own efforts, he was promoted from an outer disciple to an inner disciple within five years. This speed is already considered very fast for a cultivator with dual spiritual roots.
Back then, Ji Yunhong's eldest disciple, Ning Weisheng, was also born with dual spiritual roots. He was only noticed by Ji Yunhong, who had no true disciples at the time, because he quickly rose to the inner sect. Ji Yunhong devoted himself to cultivating him and even helped him try every means to cleanse his marrow and transform his dual spiritual roots into a single spiritual root.
So why would Ge Gen be so reckless as to confront such a person?
Ge Gen had only just taken up the sword, and the month or so he had only had enough time to consolidate his early stage of Qi Refining. The only thing he could show off was the first level of his Yun Cang Sword Technique.
However, Shi Junxing clearly knew the same swordsmanship and had practiced it for much longer. Ge Gen was constantly being pressured by his opponent, and even though his weapon was better, he couldn't overcome the chasm of their skill level difference.
Moreover, Shi Junxing's attacks were fierce and swift, with each move subtly carrying a murderous intent.
Ge Genlian's disciple robes were torn in several places.
Heaven knows how excited Xiao Gegen was when he received this brand-new disciple robe from Ji Mo Fan. He said he had never worn such a beautiful and well-fitting outfit before when he was at home.
"Clang!"
Just as Shi Junxing was about to thrust his sword at Ge Gen's heart again, Ji Mo Fan made his move.
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