Li Ge lay in a pool of blood, looking utterly disheveled.
His body temperature was slowly dropping, but no one reached out to him even a finger.
Everyone felt that he had only himself to blame.
First, she succumbed to her inner demons and fell into the demonic path; now, she has publicly attacked her own master...
Li Geyue suddenly chuckled.
"What are you doing?" He struggled to prop himself up, managing to get a few inches up.
A bloody hole opened in his chest, and bright red blood gushed out as he moved.
"How can you call yourself a 'Master' after all you've done over the years?" His voice wasn't loud, but he enunciated each word carefully and deliberately.
"After you gave me the sword manual and internal cultivation method, you ignored me completely. You were also unaware when I was ostracized by my fellow disciples."
"If it weren't for my senior brother always being by my side, I wouldn't have even made it past the initial stages of cultivating immortality."
"You have acted unjustly first, how can I repay you with kindness?"
Shen Yun's complexion hasn't improved at all today.
Hearing this, he grew even colder.
As Ji Mo Fan listened to their conversation, he lowered his eyes and concealed his emotions.
It turns out that Li Geyue knew all this.
Then why treat him this way?
Ji Mofan couldn't understand. Wasn't this a perfectly logical and reasonable explanation? Because Shen Yun treated him badly, he angrily launched an attack on him.
What about yourself?
What is he going to give in return?
"You're spouting nonsense without any regard for your words. I was worried about your injuries just the other day." Shen Yun flicked his sleeve, his anger barely concealed. "When have I ever ignored you? How can you blame me for your being ostracized by your fellow disciples?"
That's true. Li Geyue used to be arrogant towards everyone, so it would be strange if others gave him a nice look.
Rather than saying he was ostracized by his fellow disciples, it would be more accurate to say that he single-handedly isolated the entire Yun Cang Sword Sect.
"And what about Senior Brother? Do you dare say you're worthy of him?" Li Geyue's voice rose a few decibels as she spoke.
"How I am is none of your business, you demonic cultivator who can't even uphold his Dao heart!" Shen Yun suppressed his voice.
Ji Mofan found it quite amusing to watch these two selfish and self-serving individuals fighting like dogs, and couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth curl up almost imperceptibly.
That expression vanished in an instant; he returned to his normal posture and stepped forward, blocking Li Geyue and Shen Yun's gaze from meeting.
"Senior Brother..."
"Stop fooling around, junior brother, behave yourself." Ji Mofan interrupted him.
It's that kind of talk again.
Li Geyue clutched her chest.
There was a bloody hole pierced there, caused by the still blood-stained Yongxue sword in Ji Mofan's hand.
He couldn't help but disobey.
There was no hatred in his heart, not even the slightest negative emotion.
"I don't want to kill you with my own hands," Ji Mofan said.
Li Ge struggled to look up and clearly see Ji Mofan's expression.
The young man before me was backlit, his eyes lowered as he quietly gazed back at me.
His eyes seemed devoid of any emotion, yet they seemed to have said everything.
A faint clarity flashed in Li Geyue's otherwise chaotic eyes.
"...No need to trouble you, Senior Brother." He used almost all his last bit of strength to prop himself up, and surprisingly, he managed to stand up, albeit unsteadily.
Blood trickled down the folds of the clothes, leaving a trail of messy footprints on the ground.
Holding his shattered soul lamp, Li Geyue walked step by step toward the edge of the Execution Platform.
A natural barrier lies ahead.
Let alone Li Geyue, who can't use any spiritual power right now, even a cultivator in good health would have to put in a lot of effort to ride his sword up against the strong winds behind Yuncang Mountain.
As Li Geyue stood on the edge of the cliff, his vision began to darken.
He seemed to hear many sounds around him.
It was a jumble of thoughts, some of which were the discussions of the disciples below the stage, and some were words that Ji Mofan, Shen Yun, or even Qi Fengyu had said to him before. These thoughts swirled in his mind like a revolving lantern.
But now Qi Fengyu is seriously injured by him and is lying in bed unable to move.
Shen Yun almost received the same treatment as him.
Jimo Fan...
He tilted his head and looked at the figure standing closest to him.
No one else was looking at him.
Or even if they look over, they'll quickly look away.
Only Ji Mofan's eyes remained fixed on him with a calm and indifferent gaze.
"...Senior Brother, I'm sorry."
As soon as Li Ge finished speaking, everything went completely black.
*
The farce ended rather peacefully.
Shen Yun didn't even bother using his sword; instead, he simply used a teleportation talisman and disappeared from the Execution Platform.
The disciples of the Yuncang Sword Sect were left behind, discussing the matter amongst themselves.
"That's enough for today." In the end, Ji Mofan walked up to the crowd, and a loud talisman flew into the air, stopping the buzzing sound.
"Everyone, go back and attend to your own business."
With the senior brother speaking, even though everyone still had various doubts, they had no choice but to back down and disperse one after another.
The Execution Platform returned to its usual quiet state.
The remnant souls of the Yuncang Sword Sect's predecessors remain safely within the formation, stubbornly clinging to their original aspirations even after losing their independent consciousness.
"What are you looking at?"
Li Jinchu turned her gaze away from the bottomless cliff below and looked at Ji Mofan, who was slowly approaching her.
With a casual wave of his hand, the latter unleashed a cleansing spell that swept across the ground, instantly erasing all the bloodstains and filth, leaving not a trace behind.
"Did you finally soften your heart?" Although the wind on the Execution Platform wasn't as strong as behind the cliff, it certainly wasn't hot enough. But Li Jinchu insisted on holding his folding fan, using it to block the wind rather than to fan himself.
“You don’t seem like that kind of person.” Before Ji Mofan could speak, he continued with the second half of the sentence.
It's not that it doesn't look like him—Li Jinchu waved her fan and carefully examined the young man in front of her once again.
It should be said that it has become unlike what it used to be.
Previously, at the Dao Asking Conference, Ji Mo Fan's swordsmanship gave him a completely different feeling.
The majestic sword energy seemed willing to tolerate any small act of kindness, even if it would cause the user immense suffering.
He immediately felt that this person was doomed.
In retrospect... his calculations were wrong.
Ji Mo Fan did not go down the path of collapse as he had imagined; instead, he went to the other extreme.
He's driving other people to their breaking point.
"What do you mean, 'softened heart'? I don't know what you're talking about." Ji Mo Fan put his hands in his pockets, feigning ignorance with a cold tone.
Li Jinchu smiled but shook her head without saying a word.
The sword aimed at Li Geyue missed by half an inch; it seemed like a fatal wound, but in reality, it still left him with a sliver of hope.
I just don't know if that kid can seize this slim chance.
Or... what if he didn't even realize that Ji Mofan had saved him, and instead felt resentful about it?
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