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

Su Ning glanced at it and said, "That's Fifth Junior Brother's father, the Murong family head."

I asked again, "Are all those young people standing behind him his brothers and sisters?"

Because several of them also resemble Murong Zhuo.

Yan Chuan nodded: "I have about a dozen half-siblings."

Gu Chenguang added, "There are countless cousins ​​and other male relatives. The Murong family is a large and powerful clan."

Murong Zhuo stood to the side, expressionless.

The head of the Murong family seemed to have heard our whispers and glanced this way.

His gaze fell on Murong Zhuo, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

They were probably surprised that Murong Zhuo had reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm so quickly.

At 105 years old, he was in the late stage of the Golden Core realm, which would place him among the top ten cultivators of his generation in the entire cultivation world.

Murong Zhuo arrogantly turned his head away, no longer looking at him.

I whispered to my fellow disciples, "Will they regret not wanting Fifth Senior Brother?"

The senior students exchanged glances.

Su Ning nodded: "Of course I regret it. I've come looking for him before. I told him to go back, that I would forgive him for running away from home, and that the family would still provide him with resources."

Yan Chuan snorted: "You make it sound like you're giving alms."

Gu Chenguang shook his head: "Only those with value are sons; those without value are not even worth a blade of grass."

Murong Zhuo said indifferently, "I don't care."

I didn't say anything.

But I gave my fifth senior brother a thumbs up in my heart.

I made a note of this: the Murong family, I'll avoid them from now on.

..............................

People gradually arrived at the main hall.

The Zen master first recited a passage of scripture.

I've been reading it for a long time.

It's been so long that I can count how many pillars are in the main hall.

Finally, the scripture reading was finished.

The host began to get down to business, his voice heavy:

"Recently, mid-level magical beasts and monsters attacked villages and towns, massacring small sects with cruel methods."

"Seven locations have been confirmed as targets of the attack so far, and the number of casualties is still being tallied."

The entire room fell silent.

Elder Xie Qianjue of the Qingyun Sect stood up.

He was a tall, thin man with a deep breath and sharp eyes.

"One more thing," he said, his voice not loud, but clearly heard by everyone present, "During the attack, even high-level demonic beasts appeared."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"High-level demonic beasts are equivalent to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage."

"With his innate divine abilities, he can even fight against those in the Nascent Soul stage."

"—And, magical beasts and monsters are traveling together? Aren't they natural enemies?"

Bai Jingxin, the sect leader of the Yuling Sect, said, "Demon beasts live in the cultivation world, and magical beasts live in the demon world. They are natural enemies and generally do not join forces."

Lingqi Sect's Bai Hezhou glanced at her, and surprisingly did not disagree.

"Furthermore, high-level magical beasts and high-level demonic beasts possess intelligence and generally cultivate in secluded realms or deep within the demon realm, rarely venturing out. They are unlikely to attack without warning."

Elder Zhou Tongxiao pondered for a moment: "Unless... someone is controlling them."

Xie Qianjue nodded: "Those who can control high-level demonic beasts and magical beasts are not ordinary people."

Then, everyone's eyes turned to me.

Hundreds of big shots were staring at me.

Those eyes were like a group of cats staring at a mouse that had just learned to walk.

I stood behind the three elders, weak, pitiful, but able to eat.

Wen Zhiya slammed his fist on the table: "What are you doing! Why are you staring at my little disciple?!"

Jing Yuanchang stood up: "Our little Daiyu is only three and a half years old, what do you mean by this?"

Elder Wangji didn't speak, but his hand had already touched the broom handle.

The sect leader of another sect spoke up in a sarcastic tone: "This matter is probably inseparable from your Heavenly Sword Sect."

Wen Zhiya glared at him: "Bullshit!"

Elder Jingyuan: "Bullshit!"

Elder Wangji began chanting sutras, not the kind of sutras used in Zen Buddhism, but the kind used to curse people.

I could vaguely hear some nonsense, and some grumbling about how someone was lying through their teeth without any shame.

Elder Hutu stood up, stroked his beard, and slowly began to speak.

The tone was like that of someone reciting a eulogy.

"According to our investigation, on the day the Chaos Spiritual Root appeared and the Demon Realm underwent its tribulation, your Heavenly Sword Sect was completely deserted."

He looked at Elder Wangji with a sharp gaze.

"Where did you go that day?"

Wen Zhiya remained unfazed: "I'm shoveling shit at the Yuling Sect."

White Mirror: "...I didn't ask you."

Jing Yuan added, "This old man is tending the fire in your Qingyun Sect's alchemy room."

Elder Hutu: "...I didn't ask you either."

Elder Wangji was silent for a moment: "I... am taking my disciples out for training."

Elder Hutu immediately pressed, "Where are you going to train?"

Elder Wangji: "It's just one secret realm. What's wrong?"

Xie Qianjue spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but each word like a nail: "Oh? Which secret realm?"

Elder Wangji remained silent.

Xie Qianjue spoke for him: "Is it a secret realm surrounded by demons?"

Another sect leader chimed in, "Is it to protect her during her tribulation?"

Another sect leader said, "She must be the Chaos Spiritual Root of the Demon Realm, right?"

The entire room fell silent.

It was so quiet you could hear the candles burning.

The three elders refused to admit it.

Wen Zhiya stiffened his neck: "You say it is, so it is?"

Jing Yuan retorted defiantly, "If you're so capable, produce evidence!"

Elder Wangji added, "Don't speak recklessly without evidence."

Xie Qianjue sneered and took out a memory bead from his sleeve.

Spiritual energy is infused.

The images unfolded in the air:

It was the scene where I sent Shangguan Haitang flying with a single sword strike.

A flash of sword light, the barrier shattered, Shangguan Haitang flew out, her robes torn, and she cried.

The video played on a loop three times.

Shangguan Haitang stood in the Qingyun Sect's group, her face flushed red.

I don't know if it was from anger or embarrassment.

The audience was abuzz with discussion.

"This is not something that someone in the late stage of Qi Refining can do."

"Even for a body cultivator, it's impossible."

"Yes, absolutely not!"

Elder Hutu added, "Besides defeating opponents of higher levels, she can also communicate with demonic beasts."

The disciples of the Lingqi Sect stepped forward to testify.

"Yes, the spirit beast was so afraid of her that its legs were shaking!"

"—During the last Grand Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects, the people from the Spirit Control Sect surrendered as soon as they drew her!"

"She's very familiar with both the people and beasts of the Spirit Control Sect."

"They've been their guest since they were three and a half."

The disciples of the Yuling Sect were unhappy.

Li Bufan was the first to step forward: "We're familiar with Junior Sister, so what? I like her, is that wrong?"

Qingliuliu chimed in, "Exactly. It's none of your business!"

The other disciples of the Spirit Control Sect chimed in, "Did they eat your spirit beast's food?"

"Mind your own business, how you control everything, how you make friends? Are you all just bored?"

The disciples of the two sects were arguing fiercely.

Disciples from the Lingqi Sect and the Yuling Sect exchanged insults across the main hall, the insults escalating from verbal to physical.

Bai Hezhou and Bai Jingxin sat in their respective seats, neither of them saying a word to stop it.

They ignored each other and their own disciples, pretending nothing had happened.

But the white fox in Bai Jingxin's arms rolled its eyes.

That eye roll was so precise, even better than most people's.