"Your Tiancanfeng sword is made of meteorite iron, it shouldn't be so dull that shoveling snow will cause it to chip." Since it wasn't his own sword, Ji Mofan didn't feel any pain in using it.
"Whoosh!"
A burst of fire swept over in an instant, and Ji Mofan's pupils shrank slightly. He immediately did a backflip to dodge.
Upon landing, they discovered that Fang Xuan had dropped a fire-controlling talisman.
"This way it'll be faster." Fang Xuan gave him an innocent smile.
Ji Mofan just narrowed his eyes.
He wasn't in the mood to argue with Fang Xian. Since the snow had indeed melted completely, he stepped forward and pierced Qingluan's abdomen with his sword, extracting a deep blue demon core from its dantian. He then used his sword to pick it up and threw it, along with Tian Canfeng, to Fang Xian.
Fang Xian reached out to catch it, and with a flick of his wide sleeve, Ji Mofan's ordinary iron sword flew out and was caught in his hand.
"You trust me that much? Aren't you afraid I'll take the demon core and eat it myself?" Fang Xuan activated his spiritual power to cleanse himself of the blood, sheathed his sword, and played with the demon core in his hand. "I always do things based on my mood. If I'm in a bad mood, I might back out at any time."
But after squeezing it for less than two seconds, he couldn't resist stuffing it into his Qiankun bag.
Damn, my hands are freezing.
No wonder Ji Mofan tossed it to him on the sword.
He breathed on his hands twice.
“You won’t, at least not until a second cultivator with your talent appears in the cultivation world.” Ji Mofan used his sword as a walking stick, finding it particularly convenient.
Fang Xian may seem indifferent to everything, living a carefree life like a hermit, but deep down he always has his own obsessions.
Ji Mofan dared not say that he understood Fang Xian well. After all, their relationship was not deep, even though they had met by chance and were just nodding acquaintances.
However, one thing Ji Mo Fan is certain of is that, while diligence, talent, and external assistance are all indispensable for such rapid progress in cultivation, the most important factor is the cultivator's own single-minded devotion to the Dao.
In his life, Ji Mofan had nothing he could hold onto tightly. Only his constantly improving cultivation and growing strength allowed him to feel a sliver of reality in this world.
Fang Xian's feelings may not be the same as his, but his obsession must be just as profound.
In this situation, Fang Xian must be the person most worried about Ji Mo Fan's demise, besides Ji Mo Fan himself.
Well, perhaps it should be said that it is limited to this lifetime.
After all, in his previous life, Ji Mofan was probably the one who cared the least about himself.
However, although he is used to putting himself in a lower position in most things and always feels that he is not worthy.
However, Ji Mofan never felt unworthy of the path of cultivation.
Being picked up by Shen Yun was good luck, encountering the inheritance in the secret realm was good luck, but in terms of cultivation, if someone said he was just lucky, he would get furious.
He handles sect affairs during the day and cultivates in his own courtyard at night. Ji Mofan truly squeezes his time to the extreme. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a spinning top that never stops.
Based on the way he lived in his previous life, even without anyone else harming him, he probably wouldn't have lived long.
Fortunately, Ji Mo Fan has now come to his senses.
Fang Xian chuckled softly, hooked the hanging rope of the Qiankun bag with his little finger and swung it around in his hand a few times, then tossed it into the air and drew a small parabola before the small bag with its delicate embroidery fell back into his palm with a thud.
“Okay, then I’ll wait for you in Changfeng Valley,” Fang Xuan said.
"I will definitely keep my promise," replied Ji Mo Fan.
*
When Ji Mofan returned to the Yun Cang Sword Sect, seven days had passed since he left.
The instant he stepped through the mountain gate, a beam of light swiftly flew to him. Shen Yun's figure gradually solidified before him, the white-robed immortal looking down at his somewhat disheveled eldest disciple.
When Ji Mofan went out, he was wearing a white, wide-sleeved robe, which had turned slightly gray.
Like a misty morning, he looked as if he were soaked with dew, appearing listless.
"I'm back."
"Um."
Shen Yun frowned.
"You didn't get the Azure Phoenix Demon Core?" he asked.
If it were in the past, when Ji Mo Fan returned to the sect after completing the mission, he would definitely have immediately offered up all the opportunities he had encountered in the secret realm without reservation.
“Disciple…” Just like every time he failed to complete his task before, Ji Mo Fan lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at him, “I have failed Master’s expectations.”
However, this time Ji Mofan wasn't afraid to look at him, but rather worried that he wouldn't be able to portray the guilty expression well.
"What's going on?" Shen Yun looked at Ji Mofan in front of him.
Although his clothes had been washed, traces of blood from the ground were still visible. His exposed right hand was also wrapped in gauze, making it unclear the extent of his injury.
Even after treatment, the stench of blood still lingered around him, making him look like he was seriously injured.
"I successfully found Qingluan in the Eclipse Secret Realm, but before I could finally kill him, he was kidnapped by other cultivators." Ji Mofan lowered his eyes, speaking the lie with utmost calmness.
"Who are they?" Shen Yun still frowned, and the images of many people flashed through his mind.
Although Ji Mofan's cultivation level is among the best of the younger generation, he still has no chance of winning against certain old monsters.
However, most of the old monsters have probably gone into seclusion, and even the younger generation, despite their high cultivation levels, do not yet have any successors to pass on their skills to, so they are unlikely to oppose a cultivator like Ji Mofan who clearly has immense potential.
The demon core of the Azure Phoenix has a significant effect on cultivators at the Golden Core stage and below, but it becomes less noticeable once they reach the Nascent Soul stage, and for those at the Deity Transformation stage, it is basically equivalent to a candy.
“It’s Fang Xian from Changfeng Valley,” Ji Mofan said.
"It's Changfeng Valley again." Shen Yun's tone was clearly tinged with anger.
Since the Dao Asking Conference three years ago, Yun Cang Sword Sect has risen to become one of the five major sects in the cultivation world thanks to the outstanding performance of Ji Mo Fan. Countless disciples have come to seek mastery from them, and even cultivators who couldn't make it in other major sects have switched to this sect.
It can be said that Ji Mofan's face has become the best recruitment brochure for the sect.
Within a year, the Yuncang Sword Sect rapidly transformed from a humble sect that had been declining for countless years into a thriving sect with numerous disciples.
The sudden disruption of the power distribution in the cultivation world naturally caused dissatisfaction among the long-established sects.
The sect with whom they had the most conflicts was Changfeng Valley. This was simply because Changfeng Valley's strength was at the bottom of the five major sects.
The Yuncang Sword Sect pulled this stunt, effectively squeezing them out of the top five sects.
Therefore, from disciples to sect elders, the people of Changfeng Valley never gave them a friendly look.
They either mocked them for relying solely on Ji Mofan to support the entire sect, or they would snatch opportunities without exchanging a single word.
Unfortunately, the Yuncang Sword Sect suffered more losses than wins, seemingly confirming the earlier mockery they had made, to the point that the disciples of both sides were almost ready to draw their swords whenever they met.
Extremely brutal.
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