Finally, Ji Mofan and Li Jinchu parted ways not far from the Yuncang Sword Sect.
After a day of running around, Li Jinchu still had to go back to continue overseeing various affairs of the Xiaoling Sect.
Fang Xian, this unemployed bum, actually benefited this time, as he had nothing to do and had time to run around with Ji Mofan.
Xihe transformed back into her original form as a small white dumpling.
After all, both Ji Mofan and Fang Xuan can fly on swords, but Bai Ze has no wings and can't fly. It wouldn't be right to ask him to run on four legs below.
Although he had followed Xiao Wangyan in cultivating demonic arts in the Demon Realm before, he was, after all, a demon. It was already a testament to his extraordinary talent that he had cultivated himself to the level of a Nascent Soul cultivator. His true strength was definitely no match for Ji Mofan and Fang Xuan, who were of the same rank.
Even with swords, their speed is absolutely no match for the two of them.
He clung to Ji Mofan's shoulder and followed him to the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
A month later, I visited the Yuncang Sword Sect again. The place was much more desolate than when Ji Mofan last came.
His memories gradually overlapped with those of when he was seven or eight years old.
The Yuncang Sword Sect was located far from the center of the battle, and the damage was minimal. After clearing away the surrounding mud and broken branches, there was basically nothing else to do.
The protective array they are currently using was the one that Ji Mofan set up before he left, so its effectiveness is undeniable.
Now that Ji Mofan no longer has a legitimate reason to enter, although it wouldn't be difficult for him to break through the protective array he built to get in, it would still be quite troublesome.
He simply stood at the doorway and waited for someone to come over.
Ji Mofan's face carried considerable weight within the Yun Cang Sword Sect. As soon as he appeared, the junior disciples guarding the entrance scrambled inside.
He even forgot that he could use communication talismans to send messages, and flew crookedly on his sword the whole way, calling out Ji Mofan's name.
...Ji Mo Fandu felt somewhat embarrassed.
While it wasn't his fault that the Yun Cang Sword Sect was so low-class, it was also true that his four years as the chief disciple had brought almost no change to the sect.
He never imagined that his experience at the Yuncang Sword Sect would make him feel as if he had some shameful criminal record, to the point that he wanted to forget it on the spot.
Not long after the young disciple ran inside, a beam of red light flew out.
Ning Weisheng was just as anxious and flustered, his clothes and hair getting a little messy from flying on his sword.
"Master... uh... Junior Brother Jimo, why are you back?" He quickly tidied his appearance.
He almost blurted out that familiar, familiar name again, but luckily he had sharp eyes and noticed that Ji Mofan's eyebrows had turned down a few degrees. Before the other party could clearly show his discomfort, he bit his tongue and changed his words.
However... after such an unpleasant incident, he originally thought he would never see Ji Mofan walk into the gates of the Yun Cang Sword Sect again in his lifetime.
Not long after the last transaction, he actually saw Ji Mofan appear at the gate of Yun Cang Sword Sect again.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't excited.
"I need to speak with Sect Master Qi Yuan." Compared to his reaction, Ji Mo Fan was much colder. "He shouldn't be in seclusion right now, should he?"
“No.” Ning Weisheng shook his head. “After that Bai Ze clan chief came, the sect leader came out of seclusion.”
As he spoke, he turned around and activated the protective array at the mountain gate, leading Ji Mofan and Fang Xian inside.
As Ning Weisheng took a step, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the furry creature perched on Ji Mofan's shoulder.
"Junior Brother Jimo, is this the demon beast you contracted?" He subconsciously guessed in that direction.
The young Bai Ze really looked like an ordinary little dog, but as the breeze blew, Ning Weisheng still caught a glimpse of Bai Ze's very distinctive horn, a shallow curve emerging from its fur.
If it were Bai Ze, then he would be a suitable match for Ji Mo Fan.
“No.” Ji Mo Fan lifted Xi He off his shoulder.
"This is your young sect leader."
Ning Weisheng nearly tripped and fell flat on his face from Ji Mofan's words. "What?!"
Their young sect leader?
Such a tiny beast with such a small nose?
Ning Weisheng didn't have much of a problem with demonic beasts. After the recent campaign against them, he no longer disliked demonic cultivators as much as before, let alone demonic cultivators.
But having lived in the cultivation world for so long, his deeply ingrained concept of those not of his kind was difficult to accept suddenly as a demon beast...
But Ji Mofan isn't the type to joke about things like this.
His facial features were constantly shifting, one moment he was conflicted, the next he was forcing himself to accept it, it was quite a sight to behold.
Not to mention Ning Weisheng, even Fang Xuan's expression changed slightly.
However, he didn't seem to be in much pain.
Anyway, he's not the young sect master of their Changfeng Valley.
He couldn't be happier to see such a spectacle.
The Yuncang Sword Sect members, who happened to be standing nearby at that moment and were in charge of various restoration tasks, were also deeply shocked.
Help! What did they hear?
“More than a hundred years ago, Sect Master Qi Yuan had a relationship with a demon, who is now the Bai Ze Clan Chief.” Ji Mo Fan put Xi He on the ground. “But because of Qu Jin, the two had to be separated, and even their newborn child could only be kept safe in the Demon Realm.”
Ning Weisheng recovered slightly from his shock and then took a closer look at Xihe in front of him.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that he could not sense any demonic energy from the other party; instead, the aura of a demonic cultivator was abundant.
Ji Mofan squatted down and tapped the little fluffy head, "Stop being cute, get up and get to work."
Then Ning Weisheng watched in disbelief as a tiny white nose, no bigger than the palm of his hand, transformed into a burly man in the blink of an eye.
Not only was he over eight feet tall, but he also had very defined muscles, making him look like a wall standing out of thin air.
Moreover, their attire was basically in the abstract style of the demonic cultivators, with no inner garment and an outer robe with fluffy edges wrapped directly over their overly superior torso.
Ning Weisheng was stunned for a long time.
“…Uh, what about the young sect leader?” He finally managed to find his voice, his tongue still a little tied when he spoke, “I mean, Young Sect Leader Qi Fengyu.”
“He was an orphan whom Sect Master Qi Yuan picked up from a mortal village,” Ji Mo Fan said. “He actually has no relation to the sect master.”
"Otherwise, why would the sect leader, with his exceptional talent, have a child who is a useless person with mixed spiritual roots?"
Ning Weisheng scratched his head.
Ji Mo Fan's statement is not entirely reasonable.
Although according to probability statistics, it is true that parents with stronger cultivation talent are more likely to give birth to more talented offspring.
However, there are exceptions.
For example, Li Jinchu, the young master of the Li family who is now very famous in the cultivation world, was born to a father who was of ordinary talent.
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