"Senior Brother, I've come to deliver the resources they returned." Lin Ju'an put down his things and gave Ji Mofan a few names so he could check the ledger.
"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother Lin." Ji Mofan looked up from the candlelight and seemed to give him a very faint smile.
Lin Ju'an was slightly stunned for a moment.
Coming to his senses, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. When people are embarrassed, they tend to appear very busy, so he tidied up the things he had placed on the table again.
Ji Mofan didn't pay much attention to his reaction. He called out Shuanghuang's name, and the little puppet ran out to pour Lin Ju'an a cup of tea.
"You must be thirsty after using your light-footed skills to get here from Elder Yan's Peak. Have some water."
Lin Ju'an quickly thanked him, and while drinking tea from his teacup, he couldn't help but glance at the unfamiliar child beside him.
In the eldest brother's courtyard, there had never been any servants.
Although Lin Ju'an was five years older than Ji Mofan, they entered the sect in the same year. Although they had almost never interacted before, Lin Ju'an had a pretty good understanding of Ji Mofan's growth over the past few years.
Is there anything special about this little boy named Shuanghuang?
Ji Mofan couldn't hear Lin Ju'an's inner grumbling, and even if he did, he would only reply that it was nothing special.
The only special thing about this child is that his true form is actually a very exquisite puppet.
Furthermore, he got his job as a handyman back from Qi Fengyu.
This major reshuffle has troubled Qi Fengyu the most.
Others might have the opportunity to go out on missions and make up for their debts through their own efforts. But Qi Fengyu is different; he's a sickly little thing who can't lift a finger.
Before Ji Mofan became the chief, he was his little blood bank; after he became the chief, he became the lifeline connecting the Yun Cang Sword Sect. Every plant and tree in his room could be said to be not completely clean.
Especially at this time, Ji Mofan took advantage of the situation and took away a spot as a menial disciple from him.
He almost tore his fingernails to shreds.
But he never considered that these things were never his due.
Having usurped the place for too long, they've come to think they're the rightful owners. When asked to return the proceeds of their crimes, they actually act all high and mighty, claiming they're wronged.
Regardless of who is still willing to indulge this 19-year-old baby, Ji Mofan has given up.
The chaos at Yuncang Sword Sect lasted for several days. Ji Mofan, carrying a full Qiankun bag of account books, knocked on Ning Weisheng's door.
"Junior Brother Ning, from today onwards, you will be fully responsible for the management of the sect's treasury."
Looking at the huge stack of account books in front of him, the ink still wet, Ning Weisheng felt like crying but also genuinely admired Ji Mofan's efficiency.
If the same task were given to him, it would probably take twice as long to just be enough.
He acted impulsively in the main hall that day, which is why he unconsciously agreed to Ji Mofan's request.
"Senior Brother, I will definitely not let you down." Ning Weisheng's fire spirit root seemed to burn into his eyes, making him appear fiercely determined.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was going to fight some powerful enemy, Ji Mofan thought to himself.
It's really just writing numbers with a brush; anyone with hands can do it.
However, Ji Mofan did not choose to say anything unpleasant to motivate him at this moment. He simply nodded and said, "That's good."
"Oh, right, there's something else." He took out a piece of paper from his Qiankun bag.
The drawing above was a talisman he copied from the door of the strange Nuo masked man in Qianhe Tower. Ji Mofan was unsure if it was a Soul-Stabilizing Talisman, so he took it to Ning Weisheng, who knew more about it, to confirm it.
I may not be happy about it, but asking him is still more efficient than finding it myself.
"Do you recognize what this thing is for?"
Ning Weisheng's attention was originally focused on Ji Mofan, but the moment he saw the piece of paper, his expression suddenly changed.
"Senior Brother, where did you get this?" He even reached out to snatch it without regard for anything else, only snapping back to his senses when Ji Mofan subconsciously withdrew his hand.
"Tell me first, what did you figure out?" Ji Mofan stuffed the piece of paper into his Qiankun bag.
“This is…” Ning Weisheng gritted his teeth, seemingly unable to say it. “Senior Brother, I will tell you, but please keep this a secret.”
With a slight movement of his fingertips, Ji Mofan created a soundproof array around Ning Weisheng's room.
"explain."
“I’ve seen this in the forbidden section of the library.” Seeing the hint of impatience in his expression, Ning Weisheng stopped stammering and started talking rapidly.
"It's unclear what its specific function is, but it's definitely a crooked and evil practice!"
"Senior Brother, it's best not to carry this around. Destroy it quickly!"
Ning Weisheng clearly had no doubt that their upright and upright chief disciple might be unorthodox, or that his current mind might be able to help Ji Mofan break away from his sect.
Ji Mofan narrowed his eyes, a barely perceptible look of understanding flashing in them.
As expected, in its previous life, Qianhelou was also somewhat involved with the Demon Realm.
However, it was inconvenient to explain these words to Ning Weisheng, so Ji Mofan pondered for a moment.
"Senior Brother!"
Just then, a sound transmission talisman flew over and stuck to the outside of his soundproof barrier, interrupting his thoughts.
"Please come to the training grounds immediately! Senior Brother Li is in trouble!"
Ji Mofan frowned slightly as he watched the transmission talisman gradually burn out before his eyes.
The messenger was a true disciple, and he didn't usually have much interaction with either Ji Mofan or Li Geyue.
Besides, Li Geyue is in trouble, shouldn't she go to Shen Yun immediately?
Why would he need to find one of his senior classmates?
"Senior Brother, why don't you go and take a look?" Ning Weisheng advised. "There's nothing to worry about here."
"But that piece of paper... Senior Brother, remember to destroy it."
Ji Mofan didn't say much this time. He turned around, mounted his flying sword, and disappeared beyond the courtyard wall.
If I don't leave now, will people misunderstand and think I'm just concerned about him?
When Ji Mofan arrived at the training ground, the entire area was in chaos.
Li Geyue's location was not hard to find; the crowd had already formed a circle with a radius of about ten meters around him.
"What happened?"
With a light touch of his toes, Ji Mofan landed gracefully from the Embracing Snow Sword. The blade slid back into its sheath with a whoosh, and he looked down at the pool of bright red blood on the ground.
There was also Li Geyue, who was being held down by several people and kneeling on the ground.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Li has suddenly gone mad!" an inner disciple accused.
A cacophony of voices erupted, and Li Geyue, who had been kneeling quietly, suddenly became agitated again, only to be pushed back down by the people behind her before she could stand up.
"I didn't! I'm not crazy!" His eyes were red, and the whites of his eyes were covered with fine blood vessels. His tone was also different from usual, and he shouted out several syllables in a broken voice.
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