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

Upon hearing their words, Wen Heng and the Xuan Tian Sect disciples were as follows: ? ? ? ?

Do you want to listen to yourselves? Are you even speaking human language?

What is a monk who is kind-hearted but not good-looking?

Your cultivators are two or three meters tall, with skin that's either black or red, horns on their heads, and scales covering their bodies. And they eat people right in front of you?

But now they dare not speak.

Previously, with Luo Yixian of the Hunyuan Sect around, they acted arrogantly, relying on their master's power.

But now that Luo Yixian is dead, Luo Huanzhen's ten ancient demons are still wandering among them, sniffing this one and that one, just waiting for Luo Huanzhen's order to devour them.

Therefore, Wen Heng and the others dared not bark at the dogs anymore.

Luo Huanzhen glanced at both sides, waved the Myriad Demon Banner, and summoned the ancient demons back.

Before leaving, the ancient demon licked Wen Heng's lips with lingering reluctance.

Of course, it's not that I like it.

I'm really drooling and want to eat it.

Wen Heng finally lost control and fell to the ground.

The oppressive feeling in the air vanished instantly, and the members of the Imperial Sword Sect, who had been using their swords as walking sticks, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone from the Imperial Sword Sect was seriously injured and would no longer be able to travel on their own.

Luo Huanzhen's spirit ship is still empty.

So he simply invited the cultivators of the Imperial Sword Sect onto his pirate ship.

As for Wen Heng and the disciples of Xuantian Sect, they no longer needed to exert themselves by using their spiritual power to fly and chase after the spirit ship.

Luo Huanzhen asked the cultivators of the Imperial Sword Sect to tie them all up and stuff them at the stern of the ship.

They didn't actually intend to kill Luo.

But there was a lot of malice involved.

Luo Zhen didn't kill them, but after returning to her sect, she would find their respective sects, settle scores with them, and kick them all out of the sect!

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls still stands at the bow of the spirit ship.

As the spirit ship sailed, it continued to absorb the ghost tide of the Moon Spirit Kingdom.

Inside the cabin, the elders and disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect were all gathered together, staring at the bow of the ship.

The little girl was sitting under that flag.

They dared not disturb her.

If Luo Zhenhuan previously gave them the impression of being an unparalleled genius and a powerful figure, now he has an added layer of righteousness and evil.

At this moment, the same thought flashed through the minds of everyone in the Imperial Sword Sect:

Should they report everything that happened in the Moon Spirit Kingdom, especially the matter concerning Luo Huanzhen, to their sect?

The concepts of sectarianism and righteousness constantly challenged them.

……

Luo Huanzhen sat at the bow of the boat.

There was a small pile of storage bags around him, all of which were the storage bags dropped by the cultivators of the Hunyuan Sect in Zhongzhou after they died.

There are quite a few things inside.

Luo Huanzhen accepted them all with a smile, intending to take them back to his sect and confiscate them.

However, there is one exception—Luo Yixian's natal flag.

Luo Zhenhuan held the little black flag, turning it over and over to examine it. The little black flag seemed to have a sense of self, fluttering gently in her hand.

Clearly, the death of its owner did not sadden it.

On the contrary, she seemed very happy.

Just like when he first "attacked" Luo Huanzhen.

"This is a fragment of the Myriad Demon Banner, and it should be the fragment containing the consciousness of the Myriad Demon Banner." A colorful voice echoed in his mind.

Regarding Banlan, after spending so much time together, Luo Zhen finally realized that he was not the consciousness of Xiaoqizi, but rather the owner of Xiaoqizi.

When he fell, the little flag was also battered and torn.

Luo really intends to find the other fragments of the little flag.

But this matter wasn't urgent, so she put it aside, planning to travel the continent properly before ascending to immortality and find the little flag's will.

Luo was overjoyed to have met him so soon.

"What incredible luck!"

With her beautiful face supported by her colorful hands, she let out a soft laugh in the void.

How should he put it? His strength is recovering.

Luo Huanzhen doesn't need to actively search for it; the fragments of his natal artifact will naturally approach him and return to him.

However, he doesn't mind agreeing with his little master if it makes her happy.

"Yes, I'm very lucky."

Give it to me.

Luo Zhen nodded his little head and tossed the small black flag in his hand into the air.

The Myriad Demon Banner then opened a "mouth of emptiness" and swallowed it whole. After chewing it a few times in a human-like manner, it spat twice.

It expelled some impurities, fabric, and metal materials.

These are the materials that Luo Yixian used when he made it.

Luo Huanzhen put them all away. Although these materials were considered trash and junk compared to a divine artifact like the Myriad Demon Banner, they were actually quite good.

These can also be taken back to the Xuantian Sect and confiscated!

Half a month.

Luo Huan piloted the spirit ship, taking Banlan with him, and sucked up all the ghosts of the Moon Spirit Kingdom.

During this time, they naturally encountered other sects from the Eastern Continent.

The sects in the Eastern Continent are much more friendly with each other.

When they saw the spirit ship of the Xuantian Sect come to help eliminate the ghosts, apart from being grateful and amazed that Luo Zhenhuan, despite his young age, actually had real skills, no other conflicts occurred.

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, under the care of Luo Zhenhuan, a medical cultivator, have fully recovered from their injuries.

Before leaving, they returned to the royal palace of the Moon Spirit Kingdom to report back.

But the palace was filled with white banners—

The King of Yueling Kingdom passed away due to illness. It is said that the imperial edict passed the throne to the sixth prince, bypassing the crown prince.

None of the princes were convinced.

The ghost tide had just ended when the imperial power was about to be thrown into turmoil again.

However, these things did not affect the people of Moon Spirit Kingdom, so the cultivators from the Eastern Continent simply reported their mission and then left.

They don't concern themselves with such mundane matters.

As for the disappearance of the Hunyuan Sect in Zhongzhou, everyone assumed that they left and returned to Zhongzhou after taking down the Ghost King.

After all, it's normal for cultivators from the Central Continent to be arrogant and look down on those from the Eastern Continent.

Luo was indeed the last to leave.

She wanted to see one last person—the Sixth Prince.

The Cold Palace.

The courtyard where the sixth prince's half-ghost mother was once imprisoned.

Luo Zhenhuan met the Sixth Prince.

At this moment, he held a water ladle and carried a wooden bucket full of water, carefully watering a small mound of earth. When he saw Luo Huanzhen walking towards him, he explained, "I buried my mother's clothes here, and in half a month, a small sapling actually grew here."

Luo Zhenhuan tilted his head. "You killed him?"

The sixth prince stood up, puzzled, and asked, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Luo Huanzhen said with a serious expression, "You killed your father."

It's not a question, it's an affirmative sentence.

The sixth prince remained silent, his eyes darkening. He pursed his lips, and after a long pause, slowly said, "Do immortals also need to concern themselves with matters of the mortal realm?"

Luo didn't answer, but instead looked down and flipped through the pages.

Then she took out a luxurious long dress embroidered with lifelike phoenixes, its color as red as fire, and handed it to the sixth prince.

She looked up at the Sixth Prince, her lips curving into a smile, revealing a small tiger tooth.

"Zhenzhen doesn't care about any of that. Zhenzhen just wants to tell you that there are many men in power in the mortal realm. It must have been very, very difficult for you to get to this point. You must be a good emperor, Sixth Princess."