Sheng Xi may genuinely be using this opportunity to criticize Ji Mo Fan Hutu.
But these words didn't ring true for the onlookers.
Ji Mo Fan left Yun Cang Sword Sect to take away those rumors.
Thinking about it, that makes sense. Originally, these rumors weren't targeted at Ji Mofan, but they actually caused more damage to the entire Yun Cang Sword Sect.
After all, Ji Mofan suddenly disappeared during the Dao Couple Ceremony, and at the time everyone blamed his junior brother Li Geyue for the incident.
Although most people did not see Li Geyue in person, with the testimonies of the young sect leader Qi Fengyu and the true disciple Ning Weisheng, plus the bridal chamber ignited by the flames of demonic energy, no one would doubt the authenticity of the matter.
After a fallen cultivator, the Yun Cang Sword Sect produced another traitor, Ji Mo Fan, leading many to point the finger at the Yun Cang Sword Sect, believing that the sect's flawed education had led to the current situation.
However, these voices noticeably diminished after Yun Cang Sword Sect decisively severed ties with Ji Mo Fan.
Simply put, a sect that can deal with rebellious members decisively can't be that bad, no matter how bad it is.
But what did they hear now? In fact, the Yun Cang Sword Sect was not so noble. On the contrary, Ji Mo Fan voluntarily gave up the honor he could have earned and took the blame for the sect.
Some people were wondering to themselves, could the words of this demonic cultivator be easily believed?
But after muttering to himself, he felt there was no reason to doubt him.
After all, if the Demon Lord hadn't been taken to the cultivation world, why would a demon cultivator like him venture into a foreign land and disregard his own safety just to find Ji Mo Fan?
No matter what Sheng Xi said, Ji Mo Fan's response was always the same—
Cut with a sword.
However, the initial evenly matched contest quickly turned into a one-sided defeat.
Ji Mofan's physical and spiritual energy were already depleted, so he would be at a disadvantage if dragged into a prolonged battle. Sheng Xi kept pressing him down, and Ji Mofan couldn't help but get angry at his scraping-like technique.
"That's enough." His lips were hidden in the flashing blades, and he spoke to Sheng Xi almost in a whisper.
"Hey, do you still remember the fight we had at the Dao Asking Conference three years ago?" Sheng Xi didn't hold back at all, still teasing him with a smile.
“Your condition back then is not much different from now. How come you haven’t made any progress in three years?”
His response was a sword aura that slashed down from Ji Mo Fan's head.
Sheng Xi's expression changed, and he quickly retreated to avoid it, walking several meters away until the sword energy knocked down a large tree before the matter was over.
Just as he was about to look up and continue cursing, Ji Mofan, who was originally standing there, was unexpectedly pushed back a long way and crashed into a clump of trees behind him, falling to the ground with a clatter at the base of the trees.
Sheng Xi couldn't help but twitch her lips.
This guy pretending to be a wounded soldier, I don't know who he learned it from. If he hadn't been the one who made the move just now, he would have really thought he had seriously injured the person.
The impact was cleverly placed; the tree canopy would fly out a shower of branches and leaves upon contact, but the actual impact was not severe.
It was different for him. Although Ji Mofan's sword energy did not actually hit him, the wood chips that broke off from the tree were like hidden weapons, and even left a few small bloody marks on his face.
Sheng Xi, filled with resentment, walked over to Chao Mo Fan.
Ji Mofan fell to the tree roots, sitting there in a slightly disheveled posture, unable to even hold the Snow-Embracing Sword in his hand, which was stuck diagonally in the soil not far from him.
He reached out to take it back.
Sheng Xi, however, was quite unceremonious. With a casual wave of his hand, the demonic energy propelled the Embracing Snow Sword a great distance, where it pierced into a solid tree trunk with a clang.
"Still trying to show off?" Sheng Xi bent down slightly, her arched eyebrows filled with a wicked smile.
He seemed to be having a lot of fun in this role-playing game.
Ji Mo Fan remained silent.
Lin Ju'an stood at a distance, feeling somewhat uneasy. After all, he didn't know the background of the so-called Little Wu. In his eyes, this was a demonic cultivator who was not of his kind. Even if he had a relationship with Ji Mofan before, he would inevitably have second thoughts now.
Seemingly dissatisfied with Ji Mofan's silence, Sheng Xi raised her hand, gathering a burst of demonic energy in her palm, intending to smash it down on him—
"boom!"
Two energies, one bright and one dark, collided abruptly, whipping up a cloud of sand and stones that obscured vision. Lin Ju'an, who was standing too close, had to cover his face to avoid hurting his eyes.
When he struggled to open his eyes in the swirling wind, he saw a somewhat unfamiliar flash of light appear in Ji Mofan's hand.
He held the jet-black longsword in his hand, with only a gemstone embedded in the hilt that glittered and emitted iridescent light as spiritual energy flowed through it.
Three words popped into his mind almost instantly.
—The Black God Sword.
Sheng Xi entered the Chaoming Palace at the age of eleven and obtained the recognition of the Black God Sword in the same year. At the age of nineteen, he took it to the stage of the Dao Asking Tournament for the first time. Although he did not achieve great results because he faced Li Jinchu too early, those preliminary rounds were still talked about by the onlookers at that time.
Who in the entire cultivation world doesn't know that Wu Shen was once the sword of that young genius?
This sword shone brightly with him, and disappeared from the world's sight along with his fall.
But now it has actually appeared in Ji Mofan's hands. What does this mean?
This means that Emperor Ming of the Ming Dynasty fully acknowledged him as his disciple!
They were even willing to hand over the sword of their former chief to him.
If Ji Mofan truly felt guilty, then even if Chaoming Palace was confused and greedy for his early fame and strength, it would never have done such a humiliating thing to him at this time, when their chief had only disappeared for less than two years.
Everyone knows that although Chaoming Palace may seem like a disorganized mess, it actually cares more about the personal interests of each of its disciples than anyone else.
They wouldn't do something that could anger Sheng Xi to the point of coming back to life, even if the entire sect were to die.
So is Jimo Fan really innocent?
Suspicious glances lingered in everyone's eyes, while the battlefield remained tense and on the verge of war.
"You seem to find my sword quite easy to use." Sheng Xi said through gritted teeth as she looked at Ji Mo Fan.
"My Embracing Snow is better," Ji Mofan commented, before unceremoniously slashing out with his sword.
Anyway, the Black God Sword can't possibly be hostile to its master, so no matter what he does to Sheng Xi, it can't really harm him at his core.
Sheng Xi, on the other hand, didn't have it so easy.
Although the Black God Sword didn't mean that...
But he's a demonic cultivator! What Ji Mo Fan threw at him was spiritual energy!
He felt as if he had been thrown into a glacier in the dead of winter and was not allowed to use magic to protect himself; he was extremely uncomfortable!
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