Why should Qi Fengyu live like this? It's clearly because of the injustice of fate that others have taken things from him.
All he's doing now is returning the item to its rightful owner!
He had nothing, so he had to steal what he wanted. But if Heaven had given him everything from the beginning, why would he be in this situation?
He's bad, and he's always admitted that.
But is ambition wrong?
The fact that someone is clearly wrong is an inherent injustice between people.
*
Ji Mofan intentionally mentioned words like "Qi Yuan" and "Sect Master" repeatedly in his conversations with others, and he clearly felt that Qi Fengyu's breathing became unstable.
But even Zhou Hengyu wouldn't know the reason.
It's because he himself said that his inner demons originated from Jimo Fan.
He handed the knife to Ji Mofan himself; wouldn't it be a waste not to stab him?
Mo Fan wasn't afraid that these shady thoughts would affect his cultivation.
A virtuous person judges by actions, not intentions; Heaven, too, will only reward or punish based on actual wrongdoings.
He didn't intentionally provoke Qi Fengyu's inner demons to flare up, after all, he mentioned "Qi Yuan" instead of "Ji Mo Fan".
As long as he himself is not swayed by these actions, no one can judge him.
Of all those present, only Zhou Hengyu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He instructed Ji Mofan to lay the person flat on the ground and used a whole host of methods, including silver needles and pills, but unfortunately, they had little effect.
Because Ji Mofan still occasionally mentions Qi Yuan.
Zhou Hengyu couldn't find the reason, which made him doubt his medical training career so far.
"Why don't we send him back to his bedchamber first?" Ji Mofan suggested. "In case... at least it won't be in front of everyone."
Zhou Hengyu was stunned for a moment.
After a moment of silence, he could only nod, his head bowed so low he didn't even have the strength to lift it back up.
Even in the worst-case scenario, it shouldn't happen in front of so many people.
If it were just disciples of the Yuncang Sword Sect, it would be fine, but unfortunately, Nanxun and Peng Ruo, who were present, were both outsiders.
Moreover, the Sword Sect's own disciples' sense of belonging to the sect has been declining. Who knows what they'll say when they see that situation?
The last time a similar situation occurred was with Li Geyue, who was just a true disciple then. Now, if the problem involves their publicly acknowledged young sect leader, then the Yun Cang Sword Sect will have absolutely no chance of recovery!
Qi Fengyu could hear the conversations outside, but he couldn't do anything about it. His body wouldn't obey his brain, and he could only lie on the ground anxiously.
The fire in my heart burned even brighter.
As Zhou Hengyu pulled a teleportation talisman from his pocket, the flames that erupted just as he raised his hand to crush it consumed the last vestige of clarity in his heart.
The already blurry vision went completely black now.
*
Zhou Hengyu was practically stunned for the next fifteen minutes.
Amidst the distorted light and shadow caused by the teleportation talisman, he saw Qi Fengyu suddenly rise from the ground and pounce on him in a bizarre manner.
The teleportation process would naturally cause a blurring of the five senses. When he came to his senses and opened his eyes, he only saw the inverted interior furnishings, with the exquisitely carved caisson ceiling standing upright in front of him.
Qi Fengyu was surrounded by black mist, which pressed down on him as if weighed down by a thousand pounds. The sword in his hand had long been knocked away by Ji Mofan and left on the Execution Platform. But even though he was unarmed, his teeth and nails were still his powerful weapons.
Zhou Hengyu only came to his senses after being scratched twice, but looking at Qi Fengyu who had completely lost his mind, he didn't know where to start for a while.
If they were too rough, they might damage his already fragile bones and muscles; if they were too gentle, they wouldn't be able to control Qi Fengyu, who was completely reckless.
Just as he was frantically trying to figure things out, the weight on his body suddenly felt lighter.
Ji Mofan was a step behind him, tearing off the teleportation talisman half a second later and following along.
He reached out and grabbed Qi Fengyu by the back of his collar, then tossed him away with a flick of his wrist.
Zhou Hengyu touched the scratches on his face and quickly got up. He saw that Ji Mofan was still accurate even in this state. Qi Fengyu smashed his own bed with a loud bang.
The curtain above was suddenly torn apart by his impact, and the light gauze wrapped him up completely. The defensive runes on it glowed with a faint spiritual light, trapping Qi Fengyu inside, from which he could not break free for a long time.
Before Zhou Hengyu could fully recover, Ji Mofan quickly stepped forward and swiftly pulled the binding rope from the foot of the bed, binding the delirious Qi Fengyu like a dumpling.
"Elder Zhou, please recite the Heart-Cleansing Mantra for the Young Sect Master." He said as he did so, turning back to instruct Zhou Hengyu, who was standing dumbfounded to the side.
Then, in a daze, he was instructed to squat next to Qi Fengyu and mutter to himself for a long time.
As the confusion in Qi Fengyu's eyes gradually faded, Zhou Hengyu breathed a sigh of relief and realized that he had been talking until his throat was dry.
He even bit his tongue several times at the beginning because he was so nervous while reading.
Now, the pain and faint smell of blood belatedly returned to him. He coughed twice. "Um... Chief Ji Mo, I'd like to trouble you to look after our young sect leader for the time being. I'll go back and get some medicine and be right back."
Upon receiving Ji Mofan's nod, he immediately turned and ran out.
Looking at Qi Fengyu, who was lying on her back on her bed, staring blankly at the torn curtains above her head, Ji Mofan's eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and waved his hand in front of Qi Fengyu, "Has your brain been eaten by your inner demons?"
Qi Fengyu seemed not to have heard him speak.
After a long pause, he stiffly moved his eyes, but his head didn't move. He just stared at him with wide eyes, "Are you satisfied now?"
"More or less," Ji Mofan said.
"How much more is needed?" Qi Fengyu's tone was surprisingly calm at this moment.
Ji Mofan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Why do you ask that? I don't actually need to be so ruthless towards you."
"It's more painful for someone like you to be forced to live like this, half-dead, than to be killed."
Qi Fengyu smiled and said, "You can fool anyone, but you can't fool me."
"If that's really what you think, you wouldn't have left Yuncang Sword Sect so readily."
"The reason you did that before was because you felt that we were not worthy of being a problem for you, and that we would just rot away if you left us alone."
"To be honest, I felt quite frustrated when I realized this, since you never considered me a rival from the beginning."
"So when you turned back to me later, I found myself secretly a little happy."
He chuckled again as he said this, "I'm getting off topic. You're the kind of person who won't do anything without a profit. If it weren't for getting some benefit from the Yun Cang Sword Sect—or more precisely, from me—you could ignore me no matter how much I pleaded."
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