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

The oppressive aura was so strong that even the candlelight inside the hall dimmed by three inches.

Several disciples with lower cultivation levels immediately collapsed to their knees.

Then a few people walked in.

With his white hair and otherworldly air, he walked as if he were riding on clouds...

They were practically flying through the clouds, their feet never touching the ground.

The heads of those reclusive families stood up and offered their seats, behaving with the utmost respect as if they were serving their ancestors.

Oh, that's their ancestor.

They were all old guys thousands of years old, the kind who crawled out of their coffins... I mean, the kind who came out of seclusion.

The sect leaders and elders of other sects also stood up and respectfully nodded in greeting.

Only Wei Cangxuan was sitting.

He didn't even lift his butt.

He even crossed his legs.

"Ah—the Turtle King has arrived," he said.

The entire room fell silent.

The leader, Ancestor Murong, paused, his face darkening.

"Wei kid, still alive? Still so annoying."

Wei Cangxuan tilted his head, his tone sincere.

"You old fogies haven't changed at all. You've been alive for thousands of years. The medical conditions in our cultivation world are indeed quite good, huh?"

Ancestor Murong frowned but didn't take it to heart.

After all, they've lived for thousands of years and have seen all sorts of storms; being teased a bit won't break their spirits.

He turned around and sat down with several elders.

They sat upright at the front, like ancient relics just dug out of a tomb.

Their voices were as old as ancient bells, each word uttered slowly, making one want to doze off.

The ancestor Ouyang said, "Now that the cultivation world has been attacked on such a large scale, as members of the cultivation world, we must step forward to take charge of the situation."

Wei Cangxuan raised an eyebrow: "Oh, you weren't a member of the cultivation world before?"

Old Ancestor Ouyang choked for a moment.

The old patriarch Situ chimed in, his tone slow and deliberate: "The best course of action now is to ascertain the truth and appease the people, rather than engage in mutual recriminations and create unnecessary turmoil."

Wei Cangxuan nodded: "That's right. Then why are you only coming out now? The massacre of the sect happened several days ago. Were you sleeping the other day?"

Patriarch Situ: "…………"

After recovering for a moment, Old Ancestor Ouyang continued to speak.

"It is extremely rare for a high-level magical beast and a high-level monster to join forces in this evil deed."

"We suspect that this was done by a heretical sect that existed a thousand years ago."

"The Myriad Immortals Alliance has been pursuing this for a thousand years, yet it has failed to eradicate them. This large-scale attack is a provocative act."

Wei Cangxuan laughed after hearing this.

She was smiling brightly.

"Wait a minute. You guys say... you're going to chase them? Are you chasing them from inside a turtle shell? Or are you chasing them from inside a communication talisman?"

Old Ancestor Ouyang tapped the armrest: "Young Wei, be more polite in your speech."

Wei Cangxuan smiled again.

This time it was a sneer.

"You're too kind? I meant 'turtle shell,' not 'turtle den.' You've already been very polite."

"We've been chasing these heretical cultivation organizations for over a thousand years without eradicating them. So what have you been doing? Sleeping? Or simply not wanting to investigate?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the elders one by one. "Or... they found out, but dare not act?"

Old Ancestor Ouyang asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

Wei Cangxuan turned around and looked at him: "So you mean... you're all old foxes, why pretend to be innocent little rabbits?"

The entire room fell silent.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

The faces of the elders were all very grim.

The others inside the hall dared not utter a sound.

The Zen master bowed his head and chanted the sutras, chanting three times faster than usual.

The leader of the Food God Sect tried his best to minimize his presence—although he was too fat to shrink easily, he was making an effort.

The sect leaders and elders were dumbfounded.

He was probably thinking: Wei Cangxuan's mouth is amazing. The fact that the Heavenly Sword Sect has been able to survive until now is truly thanks to the blessings of our ancestors.

The old patriarch of Shangguan tapped on the armrest and spoke first to stabilize the situation.

"The involvement of demonic beasts proves that this matter is inextricably linked to the demon realm. If they want to be exonerated, the demon realm must prove its innocence."

Fu Yan was about to speak.

Wei Cangxuan raised his hand, signaling him to shut up, and then he retorted personally:

"Self-proof? Okay. Then you should prove yourselves first: how can you prove you're not heretical practitioners?"

"After all..." he looked at the elders, "only you can afford to use Void Refinement stage fighters."

The old patriarch of Shangguan's face darkened: "Wei boy, that's just sophistry. We've lived for thousands of years, how could we possibly be evil cultivators?"

Wei Cangxuan blinked: "Just because you've lived for thousands of years doesn't mean you can't be a heretical cultivator? Do heretical cultivators have 'good person' written on their faces? Or do you have 'good person' engraved on your foreheads?"

He spoke faster and faster, as if he were reciting a tongue twister.

"You're saying the existence of magical beasts is the work of the Demon Realm? Then the existence of spirit beasts, wasn't it the work of the Spirit Control Sect?"

"Is the presence of Buddhist prayer beads a doing of the Zen sect? Is the presence of a sword a doing of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

"Following your logic, if everyone has something, then everyone is responsible for it. That would mean someone would be blamed for every bad thing in the world."

"If you have a knife, then you're the one who committed the murder. If I have chopsticks, then I'm the one who ate. Is that reasonable?"

The old patriarch of Shangguan opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Ancestor Murong spoke up, offering a different perspective.

"Young Wei, your two disciples from the Demon Realm should recuse themselves from any potential conflicts of interest."

Wei Cangxuan was also looking at him.

"Avoid suspicion? Your Murong family and the Shangguan family have been linked by marriage for generations, shouldn't you also avoid suspicion? What if the Shangguan family does something wrong, wouldn't your Murong family be complicit?"

Ancestor Murong's expression changed.

Wei Cangxuan then pointed to the Ouyang family and the Situ family.

"Your two families are the same. The Ouyang family and the Situ family have been intermarrying and forming alliances for over a thousand years. You should also avoid any appearance of impropriety."

Wei Cangxuan leaned back in his chair, his fingers darting rapidly between them:

"Furthermore, you ancestors have had a friendship spanning thousands of years. Today you help me, tomorrow I help you. Shouldn't you also be mindful of potential conflicts of interest?"

"And among those from the Myriad Immortals Alliance present, how many haven't been to the Demon Realm's trading district to buy things? Everyone here is suspected of colluding with the Demon Realm!"

"Should the entire cultivation world avoid suspicion?"

"Then your logic is that everyone should just stop investigating, go home, and find their own mothers. Meeting adjourned."

The old patriarch of Shangguan said in a deep voice, "Wei Cangxuan, don't try to argue your way out of this."

Wei Cangxuan chuckled: "Soliciting arguments? Fine, then say something that isn't sophistry. Go ahead."

Before the old patriarch of Shangguan could speak, he was interrupted.

Wei Cangxuan clearly had no intention of giving him a chance to speak, and continued to attack:

"You old folks have been holed up at home for thousands of years, and you don't care about anything outside."

"We ignore when monsters attack villages and towns, we ignore when evil cultivators cause trouble, and we ignore when our disciples are killed."

"Now you suddenly come out and claim to be 'in charge'? What qualifications do you have to sit at this table?"

The old patriarch of Shangguan's face grew increasingly grim.

The other elders didn't look much better either.

Old Ancestor Murong finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He stood up.

The pressure is released.

Mahayana period.

The entire hall was trembling.

The disciples below the Golden Core stage turned pale, and several of them sat down on the ground.

Wei Cangxuan also stood up.

He didn't release any pressure; he just stood there.

Dressed in flowing white robes, with snow-white hair, her hands clasped behind her back, she exuded an aura that was in no way inferior.

"What? You're resorting to violence just because you can't win an argument?"

He looked up at Ancestor Murong.

"Then let's do it. Let word get out that you bunch of old fogies who are thousands of years old are bullying a young man who's two thousand years old. Let's see if you have any shame then!"

Old Ancestor Murong's hand froze in mid-air: "You...!"

"What do you mean, 'I'?" Wei Cangxuan stood up, patted his robes, and said, "I'm only a little over two thousand years old. In your presence, I am indeed a young man. Shouldn't you elders be more tolerant of a young man's misspoken words?"

He paused.

"What, you've lived for thousands of years, and this is how you've become? Your magnanimity is disproportionate to your age. You've been too busy eating to learn from your mistakes?"

The expressions on the faces of the elders were beyond just ugly.

It's probably that kind of frustration of "wanting to hit someone but not being able to."

I whispered to Fu Yan, "Brother, how has the Sect Master survived until now?"