My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

After the disciples had tasted some, Gu Changyuan turned the conversation to the main topic—the current situation of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The ten disciples briefly explained the situation.

In short, it's all about constant friction.

The Heavenly Demon Sect has been established for a thousand years. Relying on the foundation left by Gu Changyuan and the terrifying strength of the ten Demon Ancestors, it has long since gained a foothold in the Demon Realm and become a force that cannot be ignored.

But the higher you stand, the more people will be watching you.

Over the years, countless forces have clashed with the Heavenly Demon Sect.

There are veteran demons native to the demon realm, sects from the human realm that covet the demon realm's resources, and even some forces lurking in the shadows with unknown origins.

There are large and small, overt and covert, probing and provocation, conspiracy and open scheme.

Friction is all too common in the world of cultivation.

However, now that Gu Changyuan has returned, if any force dares to provoke the Heavenly Demon Sect or harm its disciples—

He would naturally choose to act decisively.

Transform them into abundant cultivation resources.

The conversation continued until sunset the next day before finally coming to an end.

Next, there was another important matter—meeting with all the elders of the sect.

Gu Changyuan led ten disciples to the third level of the main coffin.

This is the most important council hall of the Heavenly Demon Sect, large enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

Gu Changyuan took his seat on the high platform.

The ten Demon Ancestors stood on either side of the high platform.

"clang--"

The bell rang out, its sound deep and resonant, penetrating the entire main coffin and spreading throughout the entire Heavenly Demon Sect.

The elders, who had been waiting for a long time, transformed into streaks of light without saying a word.

They flew out of their respective caves and palaces, rushing towards the third layer of the main coffin.

They have been waiting for this moment for far too long.

Ever since they learned of the sect leader's return, these elders have been eagerly awaiting his summons, hoping to see the legendary founder of the sect with their own eyes.

Now, the bells have finally rung!

One by one, figures filed in and took their places.

Gu Changyuan sat upright on the high platform, his gaze calmly sweeping over each elder who entered below.

At the same time, deep within his consciousness, the system interface quietly appeared.

Lines of information flowed silently, revealing the background and qualifications of each elder in detail before his eyes.

Soon, all the elders arrived.

The heavy palace doors closed slowly, making a dull thud.

The next instant, all the elders knelt down on one knee in unison.

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

Gu Changyuan's gaze swept over the group of elders below, whose total number was even less than that of the elders of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion.

Taiyin Elders – eighteen in total.

Supreme Elders – Eighty-nine in total.

Ordinary elders – more than one hundred.

After all, the environment in the Demon Realm is cruel, and there are not many who can pass the test and are qualified to join the sect.

Those who survive countless battles and gradually rise to the position of elder are even fewer.

"Get up first."

Gu Changyuan spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every elder.

The elders rose as instructed, bowed their heads, and awaited the sect leader's instructions.

However, Gu Changyuan's subsequent actions were completely different from those he had done at the Heavenly Demon Pavilion and the Heavenly Human Holy Land.

He didn't begin with a warm greeting, or even a single polite word.

He simply sat there quietly, gently tapping the armrest of his chair with his right hand.

"Thump."

"Thump."

"Thump."

Each sound seemed to strike the hearts of the elders.

The repeated knocking echoed in the hall, so silent you could hear a pin drop, growing heavier and more oppressive.

The somber atmosphere, like an invisible mountain, slowly pressed down on the shoulders of each elder.

Some had cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

Some swallowed silently, their Adam's apple bobbing.

Their hearts tightened simultaneously—what did the sect leader mean by this?

The fourth strike falls.

Gu Changyuan raised his right hand.

"Smack."

A crisp snap of the fingers.

The next moment—

Three figures appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall without warning.

Those were three disciples of the Ghost Clan, still maintaining their previous postures:

One person held a blood crystal used for cultivation, another had their mouth half-open as if speaking, and yet another's hand was still suspended in mid-air.

Clearly, they were in their own caves just a moment ago, doing their own things.

At that moment, they looked around blankly, their eyes filled with confusion.

How did I suddenly get teleported?

When they finally saw their surroundings, their initial bewilderment instantly turned into utter horror—

All around them, rows of solemn elders stared at them with a variety of complex gazes.

Below the high platform in front, ten demon ancestors stood on both sides. Their aura alone was enough to make their souls tremble.

And on the high platform, there was that black figure...

That's the sect leader!!!

Almost instinctively, the three demons' knees buckled, and they fell to their knees with a thud, their foreheads hitting the cold ground hard.

"Greetings, Sect Master! Greetings, Demon Ancestor! Greetings, Elders!"

His voice trembled, filled with barely concealed fear.

They didn't know why they had been transported here, but whatever the reason, being watched by the sect leader and ten demon ancestors at the same time was definitely not a good thing.

Gu Changyuan looked down at the three trembling figures and let out a cold snort.

"snort."

That cold snort, like ice that has stood for millennia, instantly caused the temperature in the entire hall to plummet.

"At least you know how to bow."

His tone was calm, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

"But they don't follow the sect's rules at all."

As soon as the words were spoken, the three demons' bodies stiffened abruptly!

rule?!

What rules?!

Their brains raced as they desperately tried to recall what they had done recently and whether they had broken any rules.

Then, one of the demons' faces suddenly turned deathly pale.

Gu Changyuan's gaze landed precisely on the ghost clan disciple whose expression had suddenly changed.

His voice remained calm, yet it carried the weight of judgment:

"You should know Blackrock City, right?"

Upon hearing those three words, the ghost disciple trembled violently, like a leaf turning in the wind.

The other two demons beside him finally realized what was happening, and their faces instantly turned even uglier than the naturally bluish-gray skin of the ghost race.

"In that city, how many cultivators are you keeping as food for their cultivation, essentially raising them in captivity?"