Sword Sect Little Demon Child, Three and a Half Years Old and Extremely Fierce

At this time.

The grids for the four reclusive families lit up.

The ancestors didn't show up; I wonder if they're hiding or busy with something else.

I bet they're hiding.

After all, I was scolded so badly by Wei Cangxuan last time, I would have avoided him too.

The head of the Shangguan family spoke first: "According to intelligence, there have been unusual developments in the Liuhuang region recently. The seal has been breached."

The head of the Situ family replied, "The four patriarchs have already gone to reinforce the seal."

The head of the Ouyang family added, "That's why the ancestors aren't here today."

The head of the Murong family concluded, "We will report this on your behalf."

The grid members were in an uproar.

The Desolate Lands, a place of exile for cultivators, imprison many heinous criminals.

Heretical practitioners, traitors, murderers, and some people who committed crimes, were wanted, and then ran away to jail.

It's even more chaotic inside than outside, but there's a seal on the outside, so once you go in, you can't get out.

"—The seal on the Desolate Wasteland has been broken? That was a seal laid down by an ancient powerful being!"

"—Does this heretical cultivator want to unseal the Desolate Wasteland and release those heinous criminals inside?"

"What are they planning to do? Rebel?"

The Situ family head added, "According to preliminary assessments, someone intends to unseal the Desolate Wilderness Domain: to release the prisoners within and disrupt the cultivation world."

The Ouyang family head concluded, "This matter and the massacre of the sect are likely the work of the same group of people."

The three elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect exchanged glances.

The look in their eyes meant: These people are really good at acting.

With the simple statement "the seal has been broken," all the problems were shifted to the Wilderness Realm.

Anyway, no one can go in to check that place. If they say the seal is broken, then it's broken. If they say it's been reinforced, then it's been reinforced. Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Su Ning leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Now you understand why they kicked the sect leader out of the investigation team, right?"

I shook my head: "I don't understand."

A three-and-a-half-year-old's brain will probably need another year and a half to process this kind of information.

Su Ning looked at me with a look that said, "Why haven't you figured it out yet?" and a look that said, "Oh well, you're only three and a half, so I won't blame you."

Yan Chuan wanted to explain, but after scratching his head, he finally looked at Murong Zhuo and said, "You explain."

Murong Zhuo thought for a moment: "Because the direction and results of the investigation are completely controlled by the people behind it. Whatever they want the Myriad Immortals Alliance to find, the Myriad Immortals Alliance can find. What they don't want the Myriad Immortals Alliance to find, the Myriad Immortals Alliance will never find in their lifetime."

Gu Chenguang added, "Anyway, in the end it's either the evil cultivators or the demon realm. The evil cultivators are the villains, and the demon realm is the external enemy. It's safe and convenient to shift the blame to these two."

Yan Chuan nodded in agreement: "Yes, the evil cultivators are the scapegoats, and the demon realm is the one being scolded. They themselves are innocent and clean, like freshly washed cabbages."

Sure enough, the discussion began to turn to the crusade against the demon realm and evil cultivators.

"Once the Wilderness Domain is unsealed, those heinous criminals will escape, and the cultivation world will descend into chaos!"

"The demon realm will then have its greatest ally in attacking the cultivation world!"

"So, the massacre of the sect, the killing of the Azure Sky Sect Master, the deployment of the evil array... all of these were preparations for unsealing the Desolate Wasteland!"

The tone shifted, subtly turning back to condemning the Heavenly Sword Sect:

"Shouldn't the Heavenly Sword Sect give an explanation for taking in the Demon Realm's young master and princess?"

The three elders remained as steady as old dogs.

Their posture remained unchanged, like three statues nailed to a chair.

Elder Wen Zhiya even took out half a cucumber, took a bite, and the "crunch" sound echoed throughout the entire hall.

The Zen master coughed.

"Gentlemen, the young master of the Demon Realm has requested a connection. Do you wish to connect?"

The grids fell silent for a moment.

Someone muttered under their breath, "The young master of the Demon Realm? What could he possibly find out?"

Another person chimed in, "They found out it was his father's accomplice. Outsiders might not know what's going on among the demon realm nobles, but surely their own people do?"

Elder Wen Zhiya chewed another bite of cucumber: "Here you go."

Fu Yan's grid pattern lit up.

The picture is very clear.

It's probably a magic artifact from the Demon Realm Trade Zone's Premium Edition.

He sat in the main hall of the Demon Palace, with obsidian walls and dim candlelight behind him.

He wasn't wearing a mask, and his handsome face showed a hint of fatigue, but his eyes were bright.

"I just found some evidence," he said.

No small talk, no opening remarks, just dropping bombshells.

"There are several old noble families in the Demon Realm. Their ancestor went to the cultivation world thirty years ago."

"Those old fogies also concealed the number of high-level magical beasts."

"Only a portion is registered; the ledgers shown to the Demon Realm officials are fake."

"In fact, they secretly kept at least ten high-level magical beasts. They took them all."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The sounds from inside the cubicle rose and fell, like a swarm of wasps whose nest had been disturbed.

"As expected, it's a collaboration between villains from two different realms!"

"No wonder high-level magical beasts can venture into the cultivation world, with demonic nobles colluding with cultivators!"

"—Hiding high-level magical beasts is tantamount to rebellion! Young Master of the Demon Realm, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Fu Yan waited until they quieted down a bit before continuing.

"The evidence of those old guys' dealings with the cultivation world comes from letters, probably because they were afraid of being tracked by demonic energy or intercepted by the demonic realm's intelligence system..."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Although the Demon Realm didn't have an intelligence system at all thirty years ago."

The grids couldn't help but interrupt.

It was like a group of gossipers who had been holding back for a long time suddenly getting the chance to speak.

"What? No intelligence system? Such a large demon realm doesn't have an intelligence system?"

"How did the Demon Lord obtain this information?"

"—Maybe...it was delivered by human messenger? By word of mouth? By errand runner? By carrier pigeon? Do they even have pigeons in the Demon Realm?"

"—Wouldn't that make it even worse than the mortal realm? At least the mortal realm has a post station system."

Fu Yan: "…………"

He pretended not to hear the whispers in the cubicle and continued speaking.

"In short... they use traditional letters. The letters are delivered by designated people and do not go through any magical channels."

"This method is slow, but it leaves no trace."

"So all we know for now is that someone in the cultivation world has taken the initiative to contact those patriarchs in the demon realm, seeking cooperation."

"The details of the collaboration weren't written in the letter. I guess they met in person."

"The location of the meeting wasn't specified, but it's neither in the cultivation world nor the demon world. It might be in some little-known secret realm."

"One thing is clear: those who are willing to cooperate with those patriarchs must have a high status and cultivation level in the cultivation world."

"At least at the same level as them."

He stopped and took a sip of tea.

He sipped his tea very slowly, so slowly that the other staff members were getting impatient.

"The family letters sent back to the Demon Realm by those elders have just been intercepted. The contents are: have people keep an eye on the Demon Lord and this young master."

"The letter has already been sent to the Myriad Immortals Alliance. You can examine the handwriting yourselves, compare it yourselves, and draw your own conclusions."

One of the guys couldn't help but ask, "Why are you guys being watched? To seize power?"

Fu Yan's voice carried a hint of coldness, a coldness that could be felt even through the communication array:

"They're afraid I'll trace it back to them."

"Once we find out, they'll have to run."

"If they can't find anything, they can keep pretending."

"They're watching me because they want to know how much I've investigated, who I've investigated, and when I'll find out about them."

He paused, then his tone suddenly became very casual, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

"One more thing: A hundred years ago, the Demon Lord was imprisoned in a secret realm of the cultivation world by an ancient forbidden technique while investigating a traitor."

"This is easy to verify. The Wanxian Alliance's archives, the 'Chronicle of Exploration,' can show which secret realms were sealed off back then. We can still go in and find traces of that time."

"In other words, those noble ancestors of the Demon Realm and the evil cultivators of the Immortal Cultivation Realm may have cooperated a hundred years ago."

"But, a forbidden technique that can trap the Demon Lord would require at least the Great Ascension stage."

"Do heretical cultivators have the Great Ascension stage? Perhaps they do in the Desolate Wilderness. But in the cultivation world... the Great Ascension stage is no more than the size of a hand."

He smiled.

"So who it is... think about it yourselves. Think about it carefully."

"If you can't figure it out, just count on your fingers how many Mahayana stages there are in the cultivation world, and compare them one by one."

The grids fell silent.

No one speaks.

That kind of quiet isn't the kind where there's nothing to say; it's the kind of quiet where you "know what's going on but dare not say it."

Everyone present was shrewd; how could they not hear the sarcasm in those words?

In the cultivation world, the Mahayana stage is no more than the size of a hand.

That is, you can count them on your fingers.

Most of these people are in the Myriad Immortals Alliance.

It's within those few reclusive families.

Among the ancestors who just mentioned "going to the Wilderness Domain to reinforce the seal".

The grid for the head of the Shangguan family flashed briefly, then went dark again.

The Situ family head remained completely still throughout, like a still painting.

The head of the Ouyang family lowered his head and drank his tea, the teacup obscuring half of his face.

The head of the Murong family remained expressionless, but the corners of his mouth pursed slightly. Gu Chenguang noted this subtle movement down in his notebook.

Fu Yan suddenly looked down at the communication talisman, his brows furrowing slightly.

"There's something amiss in the Demon Realm. I'll go deal with it."

Then the call ended.

Clean and efficient, faster than Shen Qingchen's sword, more nimble than Yan Chuan's spatula, and even more eloquent than the sect leader's mouth...

Never mind, no one can match the sect leader's eloquence.