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

Wei Cangxuan sneered: "Report it? Report that 'Someone came to arrest my sect's disciples, but failed and escaped'?"

"You can't even figure out five lines of investigation, what's the point of reporting this to you?"

"Besides, didn't you say you wouldn't let me participate in the investigation? Why would I report it?"

"I reported it, but you won't let me investigate. What's the point of me reporting it then? Just to increase your workload?"

Someone was unhappy, and a voice came from one of the cubicles:

"Sect Leader Wei, you can't say that. The Myriad Immortals Alliance is a place that values ​​rules. Every situation should be reported; that's procedure. Without procedures, there's no order; without order, there are no rules. Without rules..."

"Shut up," Wei Cangxuan interrupted him. "Are you just going around in circles or chanting scriptures? Your chanting isn't even as good as the abbot's."

The man shut up.

"You want to talk to me about procedures? Fine. Then let me ask you a question." Wei Cangxuan's voice suddenly became serious, so serious that one would think he was about to announce something major.

"And what happened after I reported it? You sent people to dig up every inch of the Heavenly Sword Sect? And then turned my entire sect upside down?"

"And then? They couldn't find anything. Because the assassin escaped."

"Then what are you investigating? Are you checking if there's an assassin hidden in my pickled vegetable jar?"

"Are there any heretical practitioners in Cha Yanchuan's kitchen?"

"Or should we check if there's a secret passage under Xiao Pin'er's swing?"

"Finally, you'll write another report: 'Upon investigation, there is nothing unusual about the Heavenly Sword Sect. The assassin's whereabouts are unknown. It is recommended to increase security.' That's the same as not investigating at all."

The grids fell silent.

There was a hint of awkwardness in the air.

Wei Cangxuan continued:

"Besides, who would you send to investigate an assassin at the Void Refinement stage? You can't even defeat them yourselves, what are you investigating?"

"Check if he runs fast? Check if his escape style is cool?"

"Or should we investigate what brand of flying sword he used? And what style of night clothes he was wearing?"

"Should we take a picture of him and put it on the Wanxian Alliance's wanted list, with the title 'Cultivation World's Best Assassin of the Year'?"

The grids fell silent again.

Someone wanted to argue, opened their mouth, and then closed it again.

Because he's right.

The number of people in the Myriad Immortals Alliance who can defeat those in the Void Refinement stage can be counted on one's fingers: Wei Cangxuan is one, the old ancestors are another, and the sect leaders of the five major sects are yet another.

But these people are all busy investigating the case, and the rest... are really no match for them.

Sending a Golden Core stage disciple to investigate a Void Refinement stage assassin?

That's not investigating a case, that's delivering vegetables.

Should we send an elder at the Nascent Soul stage to investigate?

It's a miracle that they came back alive.

a long time.

Someone cautiously asked, "Sect Leader Wei, why did they kidnap a three-and-a-half-year-old child?"

Wei Cangxuan snorted and slowly said, "What can a three-and-a-half-year-old with a chaotic spiritual root do? Think about it, think it over carefully. If you can't figure it out, go home and look through your sect's ancient texts."

The quietness among the grid-like figures has intensified.

Some people are frowning, some are biting their lips, and some are deep in thought.

Some of the older sect leaders and elders had this in mind.

Their expressions changed: not with a sudden realization like "Oh, I see," but with a pale face as if they thought, "I'd rather not know."

After all, they have lived for thousands of years and have seen all sorts of conspiracies and tricks, and heard all sorts of crooked and evil ways.

What can a three-and-a-half-year-old with a chaotic spiritual root do?

It can cultivate and absorb all the spiritual energy in the world!

To become the most fortunate person of this era!

But this is not the point.

The key point is... those who possess the Chaos Spiritual Root can be refined.

Luck can be extracted.

Spiritual roots can be removed.

One's cultivation level can be completely drained.

Just like the sect leader of the Biluo Sect.

However, the sect leader of the Biluo Sect was only at the Nascent Soul stage, and was used as a test subject for the formation.

And a three-and-a-half-year-old chaotic spiritual root... is the final product.

From the emergence of the Chaos Spiritual Root, to the massacre of sects, to the Evil Array, to the Desolate Wasteland...

When strung together, this string looks like a candied hawthorn skewer—sweet yet prickly.

But no one said it out loud.

Because there is no evidence.

Because those old things are all in the stage of integration or the stage of Mahayana.

Some things are one thing to think about, but quite another to say them out loud.

If you speak out, you must take responsibility; to take responsibility, you must have evidence.

Without evidence, it's a frame-up, and a frame-up is tantamount to a declaration of war.

Declaring war means facing the wrath of the Mahayana stage.

And none of them are worthy of such a position.

After all, they are not Wei Cangxuan.

They couldn't run as fast as Wei Cangxuan.

Wei Cangxuan was chased eight hundred times by someone at the Mahayana stage, yet he still survived.

If they are caught once, they might be gone.

Wei Cangxuan waited a moment, then smiled.

That smile carried a mocking undertone, as if to say, "I knew all along you wouldn't dare to say it."

"None of you dare to say, huh? Fine, then don't say anything. I have no evidence either, just guessing."

"I'm just offering a suggestion. Whatever ideas you come up with, we'll investigate based on your suggestions next time."

"If you're heading in the right direction, you'll always find something."

He spoke casually, but everyone understood the implication: I've already fed you; whether you eat it or not is up to you.

The grid members still didn't speak.

After a long while.

The Zen master chanted a Buddhist prayer.

The chanting of the Buddha's name was very long, so long that it sounded like a eulogy for the meeting.

After he finished reading, he spoke.

"Sect Leader Wei, is there anything else you'd like to add?"

"Yes. But I don't want to talk about it."

"...Why?"

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me. Even if you did believe me, you wouldn't investigate. Even if you investigated, you wouldn't find anything. Even if you did find something, you wouldn't dare to do anything. Even if you did, you couldn't defeat them."

This string of words, spoken in quick succession, was like a string of firecrackers exploding all the gunpowder.

Crackling and popping, not a single word was wasted.

The host remained silent for a moment.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes. I'm going to eat now."

"...That's it?"

"That's it. If you're not enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your thinking. I'm 2,800 years old; I'll eat as much as I can."

"So... meeting adjourned?"

"Wait. There's one more thing."

"What is it?"

"The Myriad Immortals Alliance must reimburse the spirit stones used for this meeting."

The grids exploded again.

"Reimbursement? The Myriad Immortals Alliance has never had a precedent for reimbursement!"

"That's right, we pay for our own business trips."

"That's right, even a few spirit stones should be reimbursed."

Wei Cangxuan said matter-of-factly, "It's your business if you have money. You all know that the Heavenly Sword Sect is poor."

"For every spirit stone we contribute, there is one less spirit stone. For every spirit stone less, our sect's junior disciples will have one less pill to consume. For every pill less consumed, their cultivation will slow down by one point. For every point slower in cultivation, their tribulation will be delayed by one year. For every year delayed in their tribulation, their ascension will be delayed by one hundred years."

He paused, then raised his voice by an octave.

"Can you afford to delay?"

No one dared to speak.

This logic doesn't quite sound right...

How many steps are between a single pill and ascension to immortality? He omitted them all.

But he spoke with such conviction that it made one wonder if there was something wrong with his logic.

The host stepped in to smooth things over, probably because he felt that if the argument continued, the meeting would never end.

"Amitabha. The spirit stones used in this Heavenly Sword Sect meeting will be reimbursed through the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance's public account."

Wei Cangxuan rarely praised anyone, and his tone was unusually sincere:

"The abbot is magnanimous. He truly deserves to be called a high-ranking Buddhist monk. He has a heart that can hold a boat and eyes that sees all sentient beings."

The host did not respond.

Perhaps he was afraid that if he accepted the offer, Wei Cangxuan would ask him to reimburse him for other things.

For example, the labor cost of buying the cloth communication array, the wear and tear cost of the bronze mirror, the depreciation cost of the communication talisman...

Wei Cangxuan then said, "Alright, if there's nothing else, let's adjourn the meeting. I'm in a hurry to eat. Seats at the Food God Sect are hard to get; if you go late, there won't be any window seats left."

Then~~

The communication talisman was lost.

This time it's really over.

It wasn't Fu Yan's "I'm leaving if something comes up" kind of decisiveness, but Wei Cangxuan's "I don't want to hear it anymore, do whatever you want" kind of decisiveness.

The decision was made cleanly and decisively, with a clear conscience and conviction, so decisive that it set a new standard for silence in all the grids.

It's about as high as the main peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

And then, after yet another long time.

After a few words of summary, everyone dispersed.

The summary is roughly as follows: This matter is very serious and needs further investigation.

As for how to investigate, where to investigate, and who will investigate?

We'll decide at the next meeting.

No one proposed a clear next step plan, no one designated anyone to be responsible for any part, there were no timelines, and no division of tasks.

It's probably out of fear.

I'm afraid that if the investigation continues, it will implicate people who shouldn't be involved.