“Fellow Daoist, your constant shouting is affecting Ji Mofan’s judgment. Do you have a better way to resolve the current stalemate?” Someone behind Li Jinchu couldn’t stand it any longer.
It's one thing if the Yuncang Sword Sect members are implicated, but if their own senior brother is willing to save them, then let him sacrifice himself to do so.
What's the point of dragging the Li family into this?
None of them expected that their trip to the Demon Realm would involve the Demon Lord.
It was all an accident that he was caught. Who could have imagined that in just half a month, the news of Ji Mofan being in the Demon Palace would spread all the way to the border of the Demon Realm?
They couldn't conduct a secret investigation at all; the demonic cultivators immediately became alert.
As for their true purpose, the traitor Li Geyue who caused all the turmoil, remains missing to this day.
They don't want to be stuck here.
Ning Weisheng was speechless, stumped by the questioning from the disciple surnamed Li.
But we can't really let our senior brother become a cripple!
Senior Brother's talent is so great. His figure, protecting the sect's disciples with his sword alone in the Misty Secret Realm, is still vivid in our minds. How can he just disappear like this?
Ji Mofan seemed not to hear his voice.
He lowered his head, flicked his thumb to open the cork on the porcelain bottle, and sniffed it.
He let out a very soft hum from his nose, and Ji Mofan narrowed his eyes. This subtle expression was so fleeting that no one had time to discern whether it was mockery or something else.
“Alright, then the Demon Lord must keep his word,” he said.
His expression seemed to have softened a bit?
Ning Weisheng wanted to slap himself. He must have had too many wicked thoughts about his senior brother. At a time like this, his mind was still full of such nonsense.
In fact, this was not Ning Weisheng's misperception.
Ji Mofan had a moment of doubt just now, wondering if forcing him to take the Spirit Dispersing Pill was Xihe's real purpose for pretending to be crazy today.
After all, he could use the immortal bones to threaten others when he was alone, but this method would obviously not work when facing a hall full of demon palace guards and a group of righteous cultivators who were clearly a burden.
Adding to the fact that he had just heard the attitude of the disciple surnamed Li, he was originally planning to smash the medicine bottle and give up.
But when he opened the porcelain bottle and took a sniff, he almost couldn't help but laugh.
It smells sweet and sour, like candied fruit, completely unlike the bitter smell of the Sanling Pill.
While the Sanling Pill is effective as a poison, its problem lies in its extremely strong odor, making it difficult to administer multiple pills in a short period without the victim's knowledge.
Otherwise, cultivators with destroyed spiritual roots would probably be everywhere in the cultivation world.
If even one of these pills were a Spirit Dispersing Pill, it wouldn't be easily masked by the smell of candied fruit.
This is clearly just a bunch of candied fruit rolled into a dumpling.
Xihe is a person... I really know what words to use to describe him.
Regardless of his motives, his actions have at least made the Li family owe Ji Mofan a huge favor.
This was a great favor, as they had saved their young master and a group of geniuses from the Demon Palace, and they couldn't easily refuse it.
"When have I ever lied to you?" Xihe said this with utter arrogance.
Given that even his face was fake, Ji Mofan remained noncommittal.
Ning Weisheng wanted to say something more, but the words "think it over" stuck in his throat. He saw Ji Mofan raise the hand holding the porcelain bottle, and several pills rolled into his mouth. He emptied the entire bottle.
"Is that enough, Demon Lord?" Ji Mo Fan smashed the porcelain bottle. He finally managed to break free from the Demon Lord's grip, but his bones went limp, and he leaned against the armrest of the throne.
The Spirit Dispersing Pill takes effect very quickly, especially since Ji Mofan swallowed a considerable amount in one go. His face turned pale almost instantly, and he subconsciously pressed the position of his spiritual platform.
"You did a great job." As if soothing a small pet, Xihe rubbed Ji Mofan's shoulder, then raised her eyes again, finally deigning to give her gaze to the others present.
"Since my Demon Queen has spoken, I naturally cannot make things difficult for his friends."
"From this day forward, you will all be my honored guests. I have already ordered a banquet to be prepared, and I hope you righteous friends will have a good time."
Ji Mofan's lips were so white they were almost invisible. He looked up and stammered, "I said I didn't promise you..."
Before he could speak, Xihe placed a finger to his lips, silencing him completely.
“You have no right to refuse now, Xiao Zhengdao,” Xihe said with a smile.
Ji Mo Fan didn't say anything more.
"Alright, I'm taking the Demon Queen to rest now. Please make yourselves at home." Xihe stood up, carrying the listless Ji Mofan, and prepared to leave the hall.
"I hope you will not try any tricks. Within the Demon Realm, nothing can escape my eyes."
“That… Demon Lord.”
Ning Weisheng's voice sounded hesitantly.
Although Xihe stopped for him, her gaze was already very impatient, as if she might slap him into the ground at any moment.
The others, who had finally been spared by the Demon Lord, were all on edge.
Ning Weisheng is being incredibly unreasonable! Why is he so devoted to Ji Mo Fan?
Didn't you see he even took a Spirit Dispersing Pill? Even if someone like that returned to the cultivation world, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble. If he knew what was good for him, he should have stayed in the Demon Realm and let himself rot.
“The Demon Lord and our senior brother shouldn’t have held their Daoist ceremony yet,” Ning Wei said, forcing a smile. “According to custom, newlyweds shouldn’t stay together for a while before the wedding.”
"Furthermore, we haven't seen our senior brother for quite some time, Demon Lord, you see..."
Upon hearing this, Xihe tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, looking down at Ji Mofan, who was being held in his arms with his head down.
"...This is the Demon Realm, so naturally the Demon Lord has the final say." Ji Mofan didn't even raise his head, his voice muffled, sounding particularly aggrieved.
Xihe chuckled lightly, "According to me? I don't care about customs or anything like that."
The words, spoken with a smile, transformed into a wisp of black demonic smoke and vanished instantly outside the palace gates.
The guards of the Demon Palace filed out of the gate as the Demon Lord left. In just a short while, only a handful of people, including Ning Weisheng, remained in the once crowded hall.
The overwhelming pressure disappeared, and even the dense demonic energy thinned slightly. Everyone present couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and whispered about what to do next.
"Senior Brother Ning, what do you think of our situation..." A disciple from the Yuncang Sword Sect walked up to Ning Weisheng and asked in a low voice.
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