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

Several Hunyuan Sect disciples stood on the mountain path, the wind blowing through the forest, making their stolen disciple robes flutter.

But at that moment, they didn't care whether their clothes fit or not; their minds were filled with the words of that mortal.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with the same shocking, twisted thought—

Does Luo Zhenhuan also possess a flag capable of absorbing ghosts and demons? And it sounds extremely similar in nature to Elder Luo's black flag?

The moment this thought popped into my head, it was like a thunderbolt cleaving through the fog.

They investigated for nearly a month, checking more than a dozen sects, but they never really looked at Luo Huanzhen, the young sect leader, with suspicion.

Why?

Because she was just too small.

What great things can a little kid like him, whose brain hasn't even fully developed yet, do?

Kill a Nascent Soul stage elder?

What a joke! She probably couldn't even pluck a single beard from Elder Luo.

But this mortal from the Moon Spirit Kingdom, in the most unpretentious way, forcefully pried open a line of thinking they had never even considered.

The father was completely unaware of the huge uproar he had caused with his words, and was still happily educating his son to learn from the young sect leader Luo.

Several Hunyuan Sect disciples exchanged glances, their faces ashen.

No, we must investigate further, we must find out the truth about Luo Zhenhuan.

But the problem now is that the entire Xuantian Sect is under martial law.

Since the start of that massive "catch the pervert" campaign, the entire sect has raised its defense level to the maximum, with entry and exit checks being even stricter than those in the forbidden area behind their Hunyuan Sect.

Trying to sneak in and find out Luo Zhen's true strength would be as difficult as sending them to immortality on the spot.

And to be honest, they didn't want to go back in.

The disciples of the Xuantian Sect are all so well-trained that their mouths are as tight as if filled with molten iron; you can't get a single fart out of them even if you beat them with a stick.

Trying to get information out of them is like a form of spiritual practice; after completing the practice, you gain nothing and are chased around as a pervert.

Let whoever wants to suffer this torment suffer it.

But Dongzhou is so big, you don't necessarily have to join the Xuantian Sect to inquire about Luo Huanzhen.

So they changed their approach and began to inquire among other sects in the Eastern Continent.

The question was no longer about the Moon Spirit Kingdom, but about Luo Huanzhen herself—her realm, her combat strength, her methods, and her past achievements.

The more they inquired, the more terrified they became.

This seemingly harmless little girl was once hailed as the Golden Child of the Eastern Continent.

She had already formed a nascent soul when she was four years old.

He had been missing for ten years and had only recently returned to his sect.

All his cultivation was lost, and he had to start all over again.

Moreover, she possesses the ability to kill opponents of higher levels—she is currently only a Nascent Soul cultivator, but her overall combat strength is comparable to that of a Spirit Transformation stage expert.

As for that flag, the people of Dongzhou don't know much about it; the information is fragmented.

Some say that Luo really does possess a very powerful magic weapon, capable of unleashing terrifying wails and demonic possession with ease, but its specific rank and power remain unclear to everyone.

Even these fragmented pieces of information were enough to make the suspicion levels of several Hunyuan Sect disciples skyrocket.

What a coincidence!

What a fucking coincidence.

It's the same flag, the same power to absorb ghosts and monsters, and the same thing that appeared in the Moon Spirit Kingdom.

The more the disciples thought about it, the more their hair stood on end.

One of them gritted his teeth and spoke, expressing what everyone was thinking: "If Elder Luo and those disciples' deaths really have nothing to do with Luo—I'll do a handstand and have diarrhea on the spot, and I mean it."

The sheer force and sincerity of this vow prompted the others to nod in agreement.

Without delay, they immediately set off back to Zhongzhou, heading straight to the main hall of the Hunyuan Sect, and reported everything they had found out in Dongzhou to the sect leader, Qiao Shouxuan.

Finally, I added one more sentence—

"There is no conclusive evidence; it is currently just their speculation, but the reliability of this speculation is so high that it's almost impossible to have diarrhea without doing a handstand."

Qiao Shouxuan sat on the high seat in the main hall and listened to the entire report.

He didn't speak immediately, but simply narrowed his eyes slightly.

The candlelight flickered in the hall, casting shifting shadows on his face, while his eyes slowly, slowly darkened in the shadows, like an indescribable undercurrent suddenly surging in a deep pool.

After a long silence, he spoke, his voice neither hurried nor slow, yet carrying a chilling calmness.

"Regardless of whether Luo Huanzhen killed Elder Luo Yixian and the Hunyuan Sect disciples," he paused, a slight smile curving his lips, "it was all Luo Huanzhen who killed them."

The people below were all stunned for a moment, then they understood what the sect leader meant.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

Moreover, this "jade" is very likely stained with the blood of their Hunyuan Sect.

Qiao Shouxuan slowly stood up, his gaze passing over the palace gate and looking eastward, as if trying to pierce through the clouds to see that small Eastern Continent sect.

According to the information gathered by those disciples, the power of the flag in Luo Zhenhuan's hand was even more astonishing than that of Elder Luo Yixian's black flag.

Luo Yixian's artifact was a semi-divine artifact, so precious that even his sect leader coveted it. Then the artifact in Luo Zhenhuan's hand... was very likely a quasi-divine artifact.

A near-divine artifact.

These two words rolled through Qiao Shouxuan's mind and stirred up a burning shiver.

For a cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage to possess a semi-divine artifact is already an immense stroke of luck. And yet, a mere Nascent Soul stage girl is holding a quasi-divine artifact?

Can she understand it?

A mere cultivator from the Eastern Continent, with a meager cultivation level and shallow foundation, what qualifications does she have to wield such a treasure? Placing this flag in her hands is simply casting pearls before swine, a blatant waste of a precious resource.

Qiao Shouxuan was determined to get this flag.

Having made up his mind, Qiao Shouxuan no longer hesitated.

He personally went to the forbidden area behind the mountain and respectfully invited out the five patriarchs of the sect who were at the Tribulation Transcending stage.

Upon hearing the words "quasi-divine artifact," the five patriarchs, whose faces had been calm and composed, were all moved and agreed without saying a word.

It's just a minor sect in the Eastern Continent. For the sect leader, who is at the Mahayana stage, to personally take action, along with five elders at the Tribulation stage, to capture someone with such a force is like Mount Tai crushing an ant.

Qiao Shouxuan had already written the script in his mind: go to the sect to demand an explanation, kill and steal the treasure, bring the flag back to the Hunyuan Sect, and from then on, make it the sharpest trump card in his hand.

A day of thunder and lightning.

The sky seemed to be pressing down.

The leaden-gray clouds churned like a raging sea, streaks of lightning tore through the sky, and thunder rumbled across the horizon.

Above the Xuantian Sect, the sect's protective array suddenly emitted a sharp buzzing sound.

Six figures broke through the clouds, descending slowly upon the Xuan Tian Sect's mountain gate with overwhelming pressure.

"Luo Huanzhen, do you know your crime?!"