Sima Hongfeng, having decided to silence or imprison Xia Wan'er, was determined to prevent the news of Patriarch Kongxu's return from leaking.
However, as he approached Ji Mo's room, he heard Ji Mo's sounds of feigned resistance from within and wisely retreated.
"So Patriarch Kongxu likes this sort of thing, eh! Heh heh!"
His old face creased into a smile wide enough to trap flies. He muttered to himself, "The outside world has always rumored that the Patriarch has a penchant for men, all malicious slander and defamation. The Patriarch is a true man. But Xia Wan'er is the goddaughter of Chi Qingying, and the Patriarch had a rumored affair with Chi Qingying, and now with Xia Wan'er like this... he's really playing the field."
To avoid any untoward impressions, Sima Hongfeng thoughtfully set up a soundproof barrier around the room, preventing any loud noises from escaping.
He even guarded the vicinity, lest anyone foolishly disrupt the Patriarch's good time.
As long as the Patriarch enjoyed himself, he might bestow even more invincible sword techniques.
Inside the room.
The intimate scene Sima Hongfeng imagined did not occur.
Xia Wan'er wasn't trying to take advantage, but rather searching for something.
Without any pretense of modesty, she rummaged through Ji Mo's belongings, patting him down.
Finally, she found the black and white dual-colored stone egg in Ji Mo's embrace. Laughing, she said, "My godmother said that Great Immortal Kongxu likes to play with eggs and carries an Yin-Yang Stone Egg with him at all times. The evidence is conclusive now, what more do you have to say for yourself?"
Ji Mo's forehead was covered in black lines.
"Really, of all the hobbies Great Immortal Kongxu could have, he had to like playing with eggs, and ended up playing himself into a mess."
He was too lazy to argue further, offering one last explanation: "I really am not Great Immortal Kongxu, my name is Ji Mo, understand?"
"Mm, I understand."
Xia Wan'er nodded obediently, "I'll listen to you from now on, Daddy Jimo!"
Ji Mo put on a stern face and, after several attempts, finally succeeded in getting Xia Wan'er to change her address to Mr. Ji.
"Actually, I don't think Mr. Ji sounds very good. It's better to call me Mr. Leng."
Xia Wan'er grumbled reluctantly, still feeling that calling him Daddy Kongxu or Daddy Jimo was more affectionate.
"Thinking about it, my godfather is Great Immortal Kongxu, who can make male immortals wet themselves and female immortals weak in the knees. How impressive would that sound if I said it?"
Ji Mo shot Xia Wan'er a fierce glare. "You little brat, are you deliberately making fun of me being 'Kongxu' (empty), 'Jimo' (lonely), and 'Leng' (cold)?"
"Mr. Ji, I was wrong, please don't sell me off."
This glare sent Xia Wan'er plummeting into an icy abyss, a chill running down her spine.
After all, the rumors said Great Immortal Kongxu bullied men and women alike, and liked to sell off celestial maidens if things didn't go his way. She feared she would suffer the same fate.
Ji Mo sneered, stroking his chin and falling into thought. He used to think being a human trafficker was bad, but now he felt it might be something he could dabble in.
Sensing the ominous turn of events, Xia Wan'er quickly changed the subject. "Mr. Ji, what exactly is this egg? You've been nurturing it for so many years, hasn't it hatched yet?"
She examined the stone egg in her hand closely, but couldn't sense any life fluctuations from it.
"Kun."
Ji Mo blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
In truth, he didn't know what kind of egg it was, but he had a certain obsession with the Kun.
After all, the Kun was so vast, one pot wouldn't be enough to stew it.
"Kun!!!"
Xia Wan'er gasped sharply, her hands trembling as she held the stone egg.
The Kun, a legendary divine beast!
It could devour all living beings to evolve, and once adult, even gods and demons of all heavens would merely be food for its mouth.
If such a creature could hatch, it would be extraordinary.
And for some unknown reason.
The stone egg, which had previously shown no signs of life, suddenly pulsed. It began to emit incredibly strong life fluctuations.
Xia Wan'er stared, dumbfounded, the scene within the stone egg reflected in her pupils.
Within, Yin and Yang energies flowed, and Dao runes flickered, eventually merging completely to form the phantom of a small fish shaped like a whale.
"It really is a Kun."
Xia Wan'er's face was filled with shock, her heart churning like turbulent waves. With immense longing, she said, "Mr. Ji, how about I help you look after this Kun egg for a few days?"
She clutched the stone egg tightly to her chest, like a little girl with her favorite Peppa Pig, refusing to let go.
"Take it, take it, and from now on, please don't call me Daddy anymore."
Ji Mo waved his hand dismissively, not taking it seriously.
Let this troublesome girl play with the egg, so she wouldn't bother him.
Mainly, he was afraid that Xia Wan'er would speak carelessly and call him Daddy, and outsiders would think he was a pervert.
"Mr. Ji, you're so kind. I will honor you and obey you from now on."
Xia Wan'er left joyfully, intending to find a quiet place to study the Kun egg.
Sima Hongfeng, who was waiting outside the room, was surprised to see Xia Wan'er emerge. "It's over already? Patriarch Kongxu is too weak."
If one excluded the time spent taking off and putting on clothes, the act itself probably lasted less than ten breaths.
So short!
"Sect Master Sima, you're here just in time. I have something to discuss with you."
Xia Wan'er was completely at ease, planning to stay at the Kongxu Sword Sect for an extended period.
"Alright, Miss Xia, I'll arrange that for you."
Sima Hongfeng immediately noticed the stone egg in Xia Wan'er's hand and readily agreed to her request.
If the Patriarch had even given this item to Xia Wan'er, there was no need to be wary. He would treat her as the Patriarch's wife.
After settling Xia Wan'er in, Sima Hongfeng specifically instructed the kitchen to stew some lamb kidneys and goji berry soup for the Patriarch to replenish his vitality.
Thus, in a short time, the gossip about Ji Mo's weakness spread throughout the entire Kongxu Sword Sect.
"You have the mind to toy with young girls, while I have lost my virility. Ji Mo, tonight will be your death day."
Upon hearing the gossip, Shi Jian's face was filled with murderous intent. He planned to force Ji Mo to translate the contents of the booklet tonight and then dismember him.
Night fell, and the moon hung high above the willows.
Ji Mo, drinking the goji berry tea specially sent by Sima Hongfeng, couldn't sleep peacefully.
"It doesn't make sense. How did the secret of my weakness leak out?"
Ji Mo had already learned from Er Lengzi that the entire Kongxu Sword Sect was discussing his weakness, and he felt very uneasy.
He had never told anyone about this embarrassing secret, so how did it get out?
He muttered to himself, "This is the immortal realm. It seems I need to find some immortal herbs and beasts to eat and nourish my body. Otherwise, I'll be pointed at and ridiculed all day, unable to hold my head up."
Although he was now revered as the Patriarch, the Kongxu Sword Sect was too poor. He would likely have to find these things himself.
As Ji Mo was contemplating how to earn money, the door to his room was kicked open, and a figure entered with the cold wind.
"Elder Shi, you've arrived just in time. I was actually about to discuss something with you."
Ji Mo saw Shi Jian arrive and remembered what he had promised Sima Hongfeng earlier that day, contemplating how to play matchmaker for the two.
"It's a pity Xuan Yang isn't here. Otherwise, if Xuan Yang could just make Shi Jian 'bend,' things would be easier."
Shi Jian's face was as dark as water, his fists clenched tightly, and endless killing intent surged in his pupils as he advanced step by step.