Seeing Qi Fengyu's dejected expression, Shen Yun felt a strange sense of unease in his heart.
But this emotion was not triggered by Qi Fengyu, but by his disciple whose temperament had suddenly changed.
If this had happened half a month ago, he could have said with absolute certainty that Ji Mofan would have given the item to Qi Fengyu.
But now, he no longer dares to be so confident.
"He will give it to you." Shen Yun took a deep breath, his fist clenching tightly beneath his sleeve.
Even if Ji Mofan no longer listens to him, he still has one last thing he can use to threaten him.
It was the disciple's soul lamp that had been infused with his divine soul.
The Soul Lamp was originally made so that the sect could easily observe the condition of its disciples. If a disciple encountered any problems while training outside, the Soul Lamp could also sense it.
It can better prevent people from sneaking into the sect through disguise, and at that time, the soul in the soul lamp can be used for detection.
But now it has become the string that binds Jimo Fan like a kite.
Ji Mofan was completely unaware of this, and he returned to his small courtyard with the Embracing Snow Sword.
Having resolved a major issue, he was in a fairly good mood.
When he first found the sword, he never imagined that he would have such a special connection with it.
The cave where that senior passed away was also strange. The more dangerous the traps encountered when you first entered, the more captivating the environment inside became.
He had never seen any mortals who lived in any of the secret realms for a long time when he entered them.
Those who accidentally wander in are mostly injured by the monsters and become nourishment for the secret realm.
But this cave is different.
Ordinary people lived peacefully and contentedly there, and even their clothing was indistinguishable from the fashionable styles of the outside world.
Ji Mofan was quite surprised at the time, thinking that he had accidentally fallen out of another exit of the secret realm and wandered into a town in the mortal world.
But after searching around the town, he realized that he was still in the secret realm.
This is an illusionary formation.
After spending several days deciphering the formation, he was surprised to find that to break the deadlock, he needed to eliminate all living beings within the formation's range.
How could this be possible? Even knowing that the people in front of him were products of the illusion, when he was in the formation, Ji Mofan could not tell whether the people in front of him were part of the illusion or ordinary people who had mistakenly entered this place from the outside.
He could not risk committing murder to fulfill the array master's unacceptable request.
Moreover, even if these mortals in front of us are 100% illusions, what is the purpose of the master of the illusion arranging such a test in the final stage?
The lineage within is likely either demonic or heretical.
With that in mind, Ji Mofan decisively abandoned the inheritance here and retreated out of the valley by stepping on every gap in the formation.
However, just as Ji Mofan stepped out of the illusion, the prosperous town in front of him vanished completely.
Instead, there was a cave filled with ice, and in the vast, chilly space, only a stone bed in the center caught the eye.
On the stone bed lay a skeleton, sitting cross-legged with its five palms facing upwards. A Qiankun bag rested in its lap.
It turns out that the so-called "removing all living beings" meant that he should voluntarily leave the formation and give up the inheritance.
The only being within the formation was himself; the others were merely illusions.
He found the Snow Embracing Sword in his Qiankun Bag.
What was he thinking when he first received the Snow Embrace Sword?
Ji Mo Fan drew his sword and twirled it in mid-air.
A cold light flowed across the white blade, carrying a faint blue hue, like ice buried beneath permafrost, squeezed into a dark color by immense pressure.
He seemed unable to resist practicing a set of sword techniques while he was exhausted in the cave.
Holding the sword in one hand and lightly touching the ground with his toes, Ji Mofan's figure swayed into the air, his clothes and sword energy fluttering, and with a sound of air being cut, streaks of cold sword energy fell.
The bamboo leaves rustled, covered with a thin layer of frost from the cold air, and were then shattered into pieces by the aftershocks of the whistling sword energy.
The sword's momentum subsided.
Ji Mofan broke out in a light sweat, but his mood was not as simply tired as it had been after practicing swordsmanship in the past.
The spiritual energy within the spiritual platform resonates with the sword spirit, like a constantly rotating yin-yang symbol that generates and restrains each other.
After feeling exhausted, he could immediately regain his energy; this strange synesthesia struck him as quite amazing. He unknowingly practiced for even longer, until the sun was setting before he came to his senses.
We can't continue practicing, otherwise even if we can't feel it mentally, our bodies won't be able to take it.
Moreover, he is still "seriously injured and not yet recovered." If someone inappropriate were to see him practicing swordsmanship so skillfully, it would likely cause another problem.
Fortunately, with Ji Mofan's current strength at the Nascent Soul stage, almost no one in the entire sect can get within a hundred meters of him without attracting his attention.
He returned to his bamboo hut.
After confirming with his divine sense that no one was around, he closed the door and then took out the cauldron he had smuggled out of the burial mound from his Qiankun bag.
Under normal circumstances, each disciple who enters the burial mound can only take away one magical artifact.
Although with his cultivation level, forming a contract with two magical artifacts in one go is not a big deal.
Besides, rules are just rules, and they can all be changed. Why doesn't the chief disciple have the right to modify established rules?
However, he still didn't quite understand why he, a sword cultivator, could elicit such a strong reaction from a pill cauldron.
So he didn't make a fuss for the time being, but secretly smeared his own blood on the cauldron and wrapped the entire cauldron with spiritual power to confuse the spirit gathering formation, wanting to study it secretly first.
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