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

"Me! I'll go!"

"Get out of here! I'm getting moldy and hairy inside this Demon Banner, let me go scare them!"

In the Ten Thousand Demon Banners.

The demons crowded together, fighting amongst themselves, pulling on each other's legs and arms, vying for the only chance to get out.

Just then, an old demon slid in.

"Make way, make way, make way! Have pity on this widowed, lonely, disabled old devil..."

The old demon slew all the other demons with fluid movements. Spinning and leaping, he plunged into the crack in the Ten Thousand Demon Banner that led to the outside world.

"You're all young, you have plenty of time. This old man doesn't have many years left to live, so let me go this time... Hahahaha! This old demon hasn't been out for tens of thousands of years, I'm so bored!"

A wisp of green smoke rose from the small flag, and a one-armed old demon, three zhang tall, with horns on his head and a smirking face, appeared.

The old demon opened its blood-red maw, revealing its gleaming white fangs, and lunged straight at the girl in white.

"what!"

"You wicked disciple, how dare you!!"

"Junior Sister!"

"Luo Huanzhen, you're too ruthless! Out of jealousy for your junior sister, you actually used a demonic artifact to summon demons to harm your fellow disciples!"

"Help me! Ah—Senior Brother! Elder! Master, save me!!"

The screams were accompanied by accusations and angry shouts.

Luo Huanzhen hopped onto the table next to her with her short legs. The tiny girl waved her little flag and cheered for the old demon in her childish voice.

For a moment, the scene was chaotic.

It's like playing a chaotic game of eagle catching chicks—except there's only one vulnerable chick, and there are as many as one, two, three, four, five, six, or seven mother hens protecting it.

Hengyangzi's face looked frighteningly ugly.

This monster is powerful.

He was at least at the level of a demon general, and even I, at the Nascent Soul stage, couldn't forcefully kill him.

The only way is to first subdue their master—his young disciple whom he hasn't seen for ten years.

"You wicked disciple, put down your magic weapon."

Hengyangzi shouted and urged his spiritual power to swing the whisk in his hand, aiming at the little dumpling standing on the table, trying to knock the Ten Thousand Demon Banner out of her hand.

Luo Zhenhuan has sharp eyes. With a wave of the small flag, another dark-faced demon emerged from it.

"roar--!!"

The three thousand strands of the whisk were hit by a burst of demonic energy from the Great Demon, and black flames ignited along the whisk!

Hengyangzi quickly put away his whisk.

Looking at the whisk that had been burned to a black tip, even Hengyangzi's usually calm heart trembled slightly.

"You unfilial disciple! You, you! You are not even half as obedient as Mingyue!"

While awkwardly hiding behind her senior brothers and Elder Danhong, Su Mingyue loudly accused Luo Huanzhen with a sob in her voice, "Zhenzhen, I'm sorry, it's my fault. You can bully me alone, why did you have to take it out on Master and my senior brothers... Waaah..."

The great demon's attacks all landed on the "old hens".

Su Mingyue was not injured at all.

Feeling the anger of those around her towards Luo Huanzhen and their pity for her, Su Mingyue couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

What a brainless idiot.

After this whole mess, everyone's disgust for her deepened, and they felt even more pity and affection for her.

Just then.

The air in the secret chamber rippled, and a young man dressed in a blue robe, his black hair simply tied up with a plain wooden hairpin, walked lazily out of the void.

"What's going on? This demonic energy is so strong."

The aura and presence of a powerful figure spread out, and the voice, like its owner, carried a tired, sleepy quality.

The two demons, who had been swaggering around, were taken aback.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing the same meaning in each other's eyes: The wind's blowing hard, time to get out of there. Slip away—

The two demons turned into wisps of green smoke and instantly shrank back into Luo Huanzhen's little flag.

The secret chamber fell silent instantly.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

The seven members of the master and his disciples, along with Elder Dan Hong, who had been making a ruckus, all knelt down upon seeing the newcomer.

"Greetings to Junior Uncle Yun Yao / Greetings to Grandmaster Uncle Yun Yao!"

Yun Yao didn't look at them, but slowly walked towards Luo Huanzhen, leaning down slightly to stare at her.

He's so tall.

Xiao Luo actually tried to stand on tiptoe to be at the same eye level as Yun Yao, but it still wasn't enough.

So he gave up and plopped down on the table.

I just cheered Old Momo up; she's tired.

Yun Yao couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He sat down with an elegant and languid posture, looking directly at Luo Huanzhen. His dark blue eyes gazed at her as he asked, "Little friend, where did you get this little flag?"

There was no malice in the man's gaze. Although his appearance had scared away her two demons, Luo didn't dislike him at all.

So, Luo Zhenhuan proudly puffed out his chest and replied, "I collected it in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave!"

Yun Yao was surprised for a moment.

As time has passed, many ancient legends have been lost.

Yun Yao is 3,600 years old this year. After passing the Tribulation stage, he has not been able to obtain the opportunity to ascend, so he stayed in the Xuan Tian Sect.

While others might not know, he had heard a rumor in his youth: In ancient times, the demon race possessed a supreme treasure, the Myriad Demon Banner. Whoever obtained it could command any demon. However, to form a contract with the Myriad Demon Banner, one's strength must be at least that of an immortal.

Even if it's a damaged Myriad Demon Banner, to make it submit, one would at least need to reach the Tribulation Transcending level.

Putting aside his thoughts, Yun Yao looked up at everyone and asked, "What's going on? You're all fellow disciples, why are you fighting?"

If I don't come.

They might get beaten half to death by those two demons.

Upon hearing this, Hengyangzi immediately apologized: "I've disturbed you, Junior Uncle. It's my fault for not disciplining my disciple properly..."

Yun Yao raised an eyebrow: "Not managing your disciples properly?"

He looked the little dumpling up and down. "When did you pick up another baby and bring him back to the sect as a disciple?"

Yun Yao didn't care about juniors taking on apprentices.

He usually focuses on finding the opportunity to transcend tribulations so that he can ascend to the immortal realm and reunite with his master as soon as possible.

Even sixteen years ago, when he heard that his junior nephew, who had become the sect leader, had brought back a baby with extraordinary talent, he simply nodded and didn't take it to heart.

did not expect.

Is he addicted to picking up children?

Upon hearing this, Hengyangzi said with an embarrassed expression, "No, that's not how it is..."

Just then, Su Mingyue interrupted them. With red eyes, she knelt down in front of Yun Yao with a thud.

"Grandmaster Uncle, today's events are entirely Mingyue's fault. Our master, elders, and fellow disciples only intervened because of Mingyue. If you must punish someone, punish me!"

While feeling guilty and crying as she explained what had happened, Su Mingyue subtly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her best angle, and stole a glance at Yun Yao with red eyes.

From the time she entered the sect at the age of six until now, she has only seen Yun Yao twice, but every time she saw him, she was amazed by his extraordinary appearance.

Who knows?

Such an incredibly handsome and powerful celestial being is worthy of me!

Elder Dan Hong and his fellow disciples from Hengyang felt uneasy seeing Su Mingyue taking all the blame upon themselves.

"thump!"

Lei Ziyue also knelt down after Su Mingyue.

His eyes were red as he grumbled, "It has nothing to do with Junior Sister Mingyue. I was the one who made the suggestion. I don't think there's anything wrong with it! Why do we have to return the identity to Zhenzhen? We've already promised to treat her well from now on. Do we have to hurt Mingyue to make her happy?"

The two of them were exchanging words back and forth.

Luo Zhenhuan was completely bewildered as he was thrust into a morally reprehensible position.

She was about to offer a rebuttal when she saw Yun Yao wearily lift his eyelids. His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly froze the atmosphere in the entire secret chamber.

"I understand. You mean—if the person who was robbed keeps quiet and gives in, everyone's happy; but if they refuse to give in and insist on demanding their money back, they become the sinner who 'hurts everyone'?"