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

Light smoke and soft red, jade and jewels.

The pink and white gauze curtains swayed gently in the fragrant mist, and every piece of furniture and decoration inside was exquisite and expensive, clearly indicating that it was the cave dwelling of a highly pampered female cultivator.

At this moment, a girl dressed in plain white was sitting nervously at the table, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers.

All that could be heard was the sound of the beaded curtain being lifted.

A moment later, a lean and tall figure walked in.

The man walked over to her and sat down beside her. He poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry to see me all of a sudden?"

The girl looked up at him, her expression a mixture of fear and worry, and said, "She's back."

Man: "Who?"

The girl lowered her voice and said, enunciating each word clearly: "Luo...huan...zhen."

The man narrowed his eyes: "How is that possible? She's dead. A six-year-old child couldn't possibly survive in that place."

The girl bit her lip and said, "It's true. She didn't die. She's back. She tried to force her way into the sect, but was stopped by the disciples on duty, and a fight broke out. Lei Ziyue and I happened to be passing by and bumped into her. I called Lei Ziyue away and didn't let the two of them talk any more."

She recognized her at a glance.

After all, she had spent day and night studying her photographic stone in order to learn from her and impersonate her. Those eyes, that expression, that inherent pride—even with her scarred face and filthy body, they couldn't be concealed.

Although as time went by, she had squeezed the remaining image of Luo Zhenhuan out of the hearts of her senior brothers and moved in herself.

But everyone else has forgotten her, while I, the imposter, will never forget her.

The girl took a deep breath and slowly said, "She's only at the first level of Qi Refining right now. I also have her identity token, so she can't forcibly prove her identity. But she's lucky; she happened to be in the triennial disciple recruitment conference. I found out that she's currently participating in the sect entry test."

The man frowned and said solemnly, "Find a way to stop her. We can't let her enter the sect."

He paused, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. "I'm going out tomorrow. Go and apply for the qualification to inspect the training grounds. Then, just kill her during the training. A little beggar at the first level of Qi Refining will die during the sect entry test. No one will care."

The girl nodded gently and said softly, "Yes. That's what I think too."

The man reached out and stroked her hair, gently comforting her, "Don't be afraid, Mingyue. I will always be behind you to protect you. I was able to make her disappear ten years ago, and I can do the same ten years later."

The young girl, Su Mingyue, gently leaned into his arms, her gentleness fading from her eyes, revealing a hint of ruthlessness.

The two talked for a while longer.

Whispering sweet nothings, they embraced and walked toward the bed.

Soon, the sounds of lovemaking between a man and a woman could be heard softly emanating from the light pink gauze curtains, and then quietly dissipating in the light smoke and fragrant mist.

The next day.

Three poles in the sun.

The little girl, who was curled up sleeping under the tree, opened her eyes, yawned widely, and revealed two small tiger teeth.

She spat out a blade of grass that she had been playing with the night before, rubbed her eyes, straightened her little tuft of hair with her dirty little hands, and then walked toward the disciple testing square.

Luo Zhenhuan had already finished testing his spiritual root aptitude yesterday.

Perhaps because her strength was sealed, her unique Chaos Spiritual Root was hidden away. This super genius is now just an ordinary low-grade spiritual root cultivator.

But that's not important, let's figure out how to get home first.

Today's second and final test is a test of willpower.

On the path of cultivation, spiritual roots alone are not enough; willpower is also essential. The two complement each other to achieve the Great Dao.

Three hundred people are tested on willpower each time.

Everyone sits on a stone cushion that's freezing cold, and after closing their eyes and concentrating, they enter a virtual world. Various inner demons appear within, and sometimes they wander alone for a very long time—hundreds, even thousands of years.

Only those monks who can resist temptation and endure loneliness can pass the test.

Luo Huanzhen walked to the entrance of the testing ground, stood on tiptoe, and held his test qualification token above his head for the disciples to check.

The disciple inspecting her looked down at the small, chubby girl who only reached his thigh, then at the token, and let her in.

Luo Huanzhen found an empty stone cushion and prepared to sit cross-legged. However, her legs were too short to cross her legs, so she could only lie on her stomach like a little frog.

The other test-takers were trying not to laugh.

Luo Huanzhen glared at them: "What are you looking at! I like to sit like this!"

After saying that, he puffed out his cheeks, closed his eyes, and quickly entered the illusory world.

Luo Huanzhen has not experienced much of the world.

Before she was six years old, she was the little darling of the Xuantian Sect, and her master and five senior brothers spoiled her rotten.

Back then, her biggest daily worry was whether the candy given by her eldest brother or her third brother tasted better; nothing else was worth becoming a source of inner demons.

After she turned six, she stayed in the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, spending her days either fighting or preparing to fight, which was much harder than her time in the sect.

Therefore, what appeared in the illusion was the scene when she first entered the Ten Thousand Demon Banner—

The dark and desolate world was filled with demons of all shapes and sizes, some of which were hideous and terrifying.

Some have three heads, some have no face but only a big mouth, and some look like a walking lump of mud.

They saw Luo Huanzhen and let out a strange laugh:

"You're only at the first level of Qi Refining! You've tormented us for so many years, prepare to die, Demon Child!"

"Hehehe, they love eating children, child meat is tender!"

Luo Huanzhen stood in the middle of the demons, tilting his head slightly.

These villains, transformed from inner demons, are exactly the same as they were back then. Even their lines haven't changed.

However, back then, I was so terrified of them that I cried my eyes out, but now—

Luo Huanzhen formed hand seals, summoning his natal magic weapon, and called out in a childish voice, "Little Flag, come out for dinner!"

The next moment, a huge black flag phantom appeared in Luo Huanzhen's hand.

Luo Huanzhen tossed the small flag into the air, put his hands on his hips, and shouted, "Inner demons are also demons! All demons are under the jurisdiction of the Myriad Demon Banner!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Myriad Demon Banner unfurled in the wind and grew larger.

It opened its mouth in a human-like manner, and a mouthful of misty tongue extended from inside.

With its flag extended and its tongue curled, it devoured the several inner demons that were lunging at Luo Huanzhen in one gulp.

"Well done, little flag!"

Luo Huanzhen caught the falling Ten Thousand Demon Banner and waved it as he charged toward the surrounding inner demons.

"Don't run! My flag is hungry! You're all going to be eaten!"

Inside the Ten Thousand Demon Banners.

It was as if rain was falling from the sky, with one after another illusory figure falling from the heavens.

That was the inner demon devoured by the Myriad Demon Banner, transformed into pure violent power, which was a great tonic for the demon race.

All the demons sat on the ground with their heads tilted back, banging their bowls as they waited for their meal.

"Where did our little darling take us? Is it Paradise? How come we got a free lunch?"

"I don't know. But it tastes good."

"By the way, what about the Demon Lord? How is our Demon Lord doing? He was forced into a contract; is he alright now?"

"It's not good. It seems his primordial power was drained, and he's passed out. The little ancestor made him shatter the void, which exhausted his power. He won't wake up for at least two thousand years."

"Alas. Poor Demon Lord..."

"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."

"Yes, yes, let's eat first. This 'Inner Demon' tastes pretty good, it's crunchy."

A group of demons continued to tilt their heads back and open their mouths, like a flock of fledglings waiting to be fed.

Deep within the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, the unconscious Demon Emperor Banlan had a dream.

In his dream, a little dumpling with two tiny pigtails rode on his shoulders, calling out in a childish voice, "Big Demon! Go!"

He didn't want to rush.

But his body flushed itself out...