After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

"Damn it, that little devil has found our 248th new home!"

"Run! Run!"

Countless demons, carrying their bundles and families, raced wildly into the distance, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Don't run! I'm not finished fighting yet!"

A childish, angry shout rang out, followed by a shockwave that sent demons within a hundred miles tumbling to the ground with cries of pain.

Their leg bones weren't broken, but each of them had several small footprints on their knees—marks from a little dumpling jumping up and kicking them.

A group of ancient demons who have lived for thousands of years were kicked by a six-year-old girl and rolled around hugging their knees. The scene was both fierce and funny.

As the bloodthirsty little dumpling drew ever closer behind them, the demons shed tears of regret.

If they had known she would grow up so fast, they would not have bullied her when she first joined the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, but instead treated her like an ancestor.

ten years.

A full ten years!

This little devil has gone from being a pushover they used to chase to a little devil chasing after them.

The number of demons didn't decrease much, but she beat each demon at least three times—the first time was for revenge, the second time was because "I forgot whether I beat you last time," and the third time was because "I was just passing by and took advantage of the situation."

One of the old demons gazed at the gray sky and prayed vehemently in the ancient demon language:

"Supreme Lord of all demons, great ancient demon god, please save your people from their dire straits..."

Luo Huanzhen grabbed the old demon's whiskers (because his collar was covered in whiskers and he couldn't grab them), tilting his head to stare at his mouth, which was covered in whiskers and kept wriggling—

What is that wicked grandpa mumbling? I can't understand him.

But they're definitely talking badly about me again!

She puffed out her cheeks, about to lash out, when suddenly, a loud roar came from above her head.

Luo Huanzhen looked up and saw a huge phantom slowly emerging in the hazy sky—a giant flag.

The phantom of the flag grew increasingly solid, and a majestic yet chilling voice emanated from within it: "Why did my people summon me with an ancient incantation...?"

All the demons below knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly in their demon language toward the Myriad Demon Banner, each word dripping with blood:

"The Demon Lord has awakened!!"

"Demon Lord, you've brought a little ancestor into our home!"

"Please, Demon Lord, send this little plague away quickly!!"

"Save your people! She's kicking our knees until they're shattered!"

Amidst cries and pleas, the Banner of Ten Thousand Demons fluttered gently.

"allow."

A mysterious vortex appeared at the center of the flag, and a tremendous suction force emanated from it.

"I'm not going back! I need to find my senior brother! I haven't finished fighting yet!!!"

Luo Huanzhen punched and kicked and shouted in the void, her two short legs kicking like windmills, but no one responded to her.

She was sucked into the whirlpool, like a small potato being flushed down a sewer.

As she tumbled around, an idea suddenly flashed through her mind.

Luo Huanzhen muttered slyly to himself, "Let me try the blood oath..."

Is this flag considered a magical artifact? My master taught me that a good magical artifact must be bound to its owner by blood!

She rolled around in the world within the banner, biting her little finger and smearing it randomly in the void.

"I give you my blood! From now on, you are my banner!"

Inside the Ten Thousand Demon Banners:

"Ah! Wait, what is this little jinx doing!"

"This is our Demon Lord's natal artifact! She can't let us take it by contract! Someone stop her! Her fingers are covered in blood!"

"Where is the Demon Lord? Where is the Demon Lord?!"

"The Demon Lord's physical body perished in ancient times, but her consciousness remained and merged with the Myriad Demon Banner. She made a contract with the banner; surely she didn't also contract the Demon Lord with it?"

"We're fucked."

"Demon Lord, wake up!!!"

Luo Zhenhuan sensed a small black flag floating in his sea of ​​consciousness.

She was overjoyed.

The contract was successful! It truly is a magical artifact! It's called the Myriad Demon Banner, a supreme innate treasure!

She proudly puffed out her small chest: "I really am a genius!"

"Who are you?!"

The next moment, an angry yet weak voice rang in Luo Zhenhuan's mind.

Luo Huanzhen put his hands on his hips and said, "I am your master! Little flag, I order you to take me to find my senior brother!"

Before the Demon Lord could even speak, angered by the word "master," he uncontrollably sat up and began to forcibly form hand seals.

and many more!

We can't do that. His physical body is weak, and he won't wake up for at least two thousand years after using his power!

However, his body did not obey his commands.

He heard himself say in a weak yet respectful voice, "Yes, Master. I will now shatter the void for you and take you to find your senior brother. Due to the influence of the laws, your cultivation level will drop back to the first level of Qi Refining."

After the hand seals were completed, a spacetime rift appeared—

The Demon Lord felt his power drain away instantly, his vision went black, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He collapsed, falling into a deep coma.

His last thought before falling into a coma was: This emperor has roamed countless worlds for millennia, only to be bound by a mere baby in the end…

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Luo Huanzhen opened his eyes and looked around.

She was lying on the ground in a "spread-eagle" position, her little pigtails were all crooked.

She got up, dusted herself off, retied the Ten Thousand Demon Banner on her head, and looked around, a look of astonishment appearing on her innocent and adorable face.

The surroundings were filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, and the trees provided ample shade. It was completely different from the gloomy, desolate Demon Cave where she had spent ten years!

The stone steps she stood on were bustling with people, and the squares on both sides of the steps were filled with noise.

Not far from the huge square was a massive blue stone gate with three profound and ancient characters written on it—although she didn't recognize the characters, she knew where she was!

Xuantian Sect.

Her sect.

The little flag teleported her back to her sect!

So, Senior Brother has already returned to the sect alive?

Very good!

Ten years have passed, and she can't wait to see her master, as well as her eldest, second, third, fourth, and fifth senior brothers!

Luo Huanzhen took off running towards the sect, but before he could enter, he was stopped by the sect's guards.

The two spoke in a cold, businesslike tone: "The entrance trial is over there; only those who pass it can join the sect."

Luo suddenly braked and almost hit the person's leg.

She tilted her head back and explained in a childish voice, "I'm not here for the sect entrance test! I'm a disciple of the Xuan Tian Sect, and my master is Sect Master Hengyangzi! I went out to train ten years ago and have returned today. I accidentally lost my identity token, so please inform my master Hengyangzi or my senior brothers; they will be able to verify my identity!"

She finished speaking in one breath, proudly puffing out her little chest, feeling that she had explained herself very clearly and well.

Upon hearing this, the disciple on duty couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Little child, you're only about six years old now. Ten years ago, you were probably still waiting to be reincarnated in the underworld!"

"I see you're only at the first level of the Qi Refining stage. After the test, you might be able to enter the sect as an outer disciple. As for becoming the sect leader's disciple, don't even dream about it."

"Give me back my true self! Is this a verbal tic I picked up from those evil heretics? Hahaha!"