Qi Fengyu was of no use at all; all he could do was squat on the side and cry, calling for his senior brother.
It was Ji Mofan who, through his own efforts and despite being restricted in his actions, managed to guide the not-so-clear-minded sword spirit to break the shackles binding him.
In his previous life, he didn't have time to freeze the pool water beforehand, and the Xiaoxiang Sword launched a rather fierce attack on him using the surrounding water elements.
That was a tough battle, especially for someone whose health was already precarious at the time.
It would never have been so easy today.
Ji Mofan swung his sword again, stabbing it into a rock less than half an inch from his toes.
"Crackling..."
The mechanism creaked slowly, and the stone shackles loosened.
With his limbs finally freed, Ning Weisheng quickly got up and cast several cleansing spells on himself.
What a waste! Ji Mo Fan grumbled inwardly.
Is it burning up because you have too much spiritual energy?
"Senior Brother, were you injured just now?" Ning Weisheng tidied himself up to look presentable and hurriedly came forward to look Ji Mofan up and down.
Ji Mo Fan realized too late that Ning Weisheng, who was buried underground, probably had no idea what was happening on his side.
He subtly mobilized his spiritual power to suppress the flow of blood throughout his body.
Her complexion immediately paled considerably, and even her lips turned slightly purple.
Ning Weisheng used the dim light in his hand to see Ji Mo Fanshi clearly, and his expression changed immediately.
"I'm fine." Ji Mofan subtly dodged the hand that was reaching out to take his pulse, turned around and started walking back the way he came. "We need to get back to the other team members as soon as possible."
Ning Weisheng's hand awkwardly froze in mid-air.
He clenched his fingers together and grasped the air, but in the end he could only sigh and follow Ji Mofan ahead.
I didn't even touch his hand...
"Senior Brother, I'm sorry."
After walking a short distance, Ji Mofan suddenly heard Ning Weisheng apologize.
He glanced back at the latter and saw that he was bowing his head and seemed to be reflecting on his actions with genuine remorse.
“I shouldn’t have made you angry yesterday, otherwise you wouldn’t have taken off your defensive robe.” Ning Weisheng secretly glanced at him, seemingly observing his expression.
"If you had that robe, you might not have been injured just now."
Ji Mofan hadn't expected that he had been silent for so long just now because he was thinking about this.
Mentioning the robe, he couldn't help but recall the unpleasant incident from the previous night. His good mood about obtaining the opportunity vanished instantly, and he quickened his pace.
"Since you know you've made a mistake, then don't mention it in front of me again," he said without turning his head.
Ning Weisheng could easily tell that he was using a double entendre.
On the surface, she didn't want to hear him mention the embarrassing incident from last night again.
In reality, it was telling him to keep his sordid thoughts hidden.
Ji Mo Fan explicitly rejected him for the second time.
Even when Ning Weisheng flew out of the canyon with Ji Mofan on his sword, the air pressure around him was still quite low.
Fortunately, when the disciples guarding the cliff top noticed that the mist in the canyon was gradually dissipating, they spontaneously split into two teams. One team continued to wait on the cliff top, while the other team tried to come down to help.
With the jokes and banter from others, Ji Mofan was finally spared the need to be alone with Ning Weisheng.
Having put one worry to rest, the first thing Ji Mofan did upon returning to the cliff top was to count the number of people and prepare to leave.
As a result, problems arose when they started counting.
The Yuncang Sword Sect sent thirty people on this trip, but at this moment, only twenty-eight disciples are present.
Although the forced march had caused many people to fall behind, when Ji Mofan and Ning Weisheng descended into the canyon, those unlucky ones who had fallen behind gradually caught up with the others using the location talisman.
The people who didn't make it were Li Geyue and Lin Ju'an.
Ji Mo Fan couldn't help but frown.
He wasn't surprised that Li Geyue would leave the group and act alone, which is why he specifically instructed Lin Ju'an to keep an eye on him beforehand.
Now that he and Lin Ju'an have disappeared together, it's likely that the latter was following his orders and had been monitoring his actions.
What he found strange was that Li Geyue was so impatient; he couldn't hold back even on the second day after entering the secret realm.
Lin Ju'an is quite strong. With him by their side, even if they encounter any danger, they won't both perish.
Thinking of this, Ji Mofan casually waved his hand, "Wait another incense stick's time. If we don't see anyone, we'll set off first."
"We cannot let the mistakes of a few people delay everyone's progress."
Ning Weisheng felt that Ji Mofan's words were really cold.
Regardless of whether the inner disciple surnamed Lin is safe or not, at least Li Geyue is his fellow disciple, a child he has raised and pampered for several years.
Even someone as close as Li Geyue, whom Ji Mofan once treated like trash, can now be easily discarded by him...
What else could he possibly care about?
Ning Weisheng secretly glanced at him.
No.
This person seems to have no weaknesses now.
"Big...Senior Brother...!"
Just as everyone was resting, they all heard a faint call coming from the dense forest not far away.
Dozens of eyes turned to it at the same time.
Ji Mofan lifted his eyelids slightly.
Two disheveled figures emerged from between the shadowy trees; they were none other than Li Geyue and Lin Ju'an, who had been out of contact with everyone for a long time.
Both of them had torn clothes. Lin Ju'an was in relatively good condition, but his clothes were torn at the hem and cuffs, and he was covered in some dust and bloodstains. It seemed that most of the bloodstains were not his.
Li Geyue's injuries were much more serious than his.
His bright red robe was torn in several places, and every part of his exposed skin was covered in blood. In some places, the flesh was even turned outward, revealing broken bones.
Blood mixed with the red cloth made it difficult to see exactly how many injuries she had suffered. Li Geyue's consciousness was becoming somewhat blurred, and almost all of her weight was leaning on Lin Ju'an.
Occasionally, when it gets pulled, it will let out a very soft cry of pain, but otherwise it's practically like a dead person, with even the rise and fall of its chest barely noticeable.
Ji Mo Fan couldn't help but frown.
He stepped forward and bent down to check on Li Geyue's condition.
"Where are the disciples from the Medical Peak?" He turned to look at the others behind him. "Come and help him with his treatment."
Two junior disciples immediately darted out from the crowd, grabbed Li Geyue from either side, and carried him away to a clean, flat open space to treat his injuries.
"What exactly happened?" Seeing the two from Yifeng start to fight, Ji Mofan turned to ask Lin Ju'an.
"I'm not quite sure either." In front of everyone, Lin Ju'an couldn't say much, so he could only talk about the parts that wouldn't arouse suspicion.
"I had fallen behind the others and was following the locator alone when I suddenly heard the sound of fighting coming from not far away."
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