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

Yun Yao asked coldly, "What do you mean by 'slave' or 'servant'?"

Banlan collapsed to the ground, looking up in anguish: "You didn't know?"

"Demon Lord!!"

"Our noble, beautiful, and omnipotent Demon Lord—"

A horde of ancient demon crows rushed over, trying to help Banlan, and those who couldn't reach him tried desperately to tug at his clothes.

This is their Demon Lord.

The supreme and incomparably noble Demon Lord.

Layer upon layer of vibrant colors completely surround it; touching it is a steal!

Those ancient demons who couldn't squeeze in pointed at Yun Yao with righteous indignation and strongly condemned him:

"That little demon child made a contract with the Myriad Demon Banner, and even made a contract with our Demon Lord! Didn't you know that?!"

"You even severed one of my father's heads! Do you know how difficult it was for my father to grow three heads? It took him a full two thousand years!"

"Like master, like disciple!"

Despite the condemnation, the demons were still somewhat afraid of Yun Yao.

If it weren't for Banlan being here, they would have disappeared long ago.

Yun Yao's murderous intent vanished completely amidst the demons' back-and-forth banter.

There's been a misunderstanding.

Turns out they were all on our side...

Yun Yao immediately sheathed his longsword, shook off the bloodstains on his body, and coughed twice with his fist clenched: "Um, sorry, I... was just passing by, I'll be going now."

He glanced at the three-headed ancient demon, whose head was severed and who was still groveling and crying for its parents on the Demon Emperor Banlan's body, and at the two ancient demons standing beside him with grief on their faces, and said gently, "How about I heal your father's head for you?"

He is actually a pretty good healer.

"The newly repaired head seems a bit long."

"I have done my best to cure the ancient demon, even though I have never cured it."

"Never mind, let's leave it at that..."

The three-headed ancient demon twisted its head, which was much longer than the other two heads because it had been connected by a section of the demon earthworm's body, indicating that it was no longer necessary to make trouble and that it was already satisfied to be able to reconnect.

Yun Yao cast a cleansing spell to remove the bloodstains from his hands, and slowly looked at Banlan, who was sitting on the ground and had set up a barrier to prevent her clansmen from getting close.

Yun Yao: "Do you want me to give it to you...?"

"No!" Banlan gritted her teeth. "Don't come near me! Stay away from me! I'll recover on my own! Get out of here!"

Although he exuded an imposing aura, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Banlan has a certain pursuit of beauty.

He was truly afraid of Yun Yao, this quack doctor who had absolutely no aesthetic sense.

Yun Yao: "Okay."

The consciousness was withdrawn.

Yun Yao left the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, which was burning hot in his hand, clearly indicating that it did not welcome him.

Yun Yao returned to the edge of the cold pool.

Luo Huanzhen looked up obediently and called out, "Master is back."

"Hmm." Yun Yao put the little flag back on Luo Huanzhen's head and said, "The gale-force winds of the Cliff of Contemplation are beneficial to your little flag; the powerful will inside has awakened."

Luo Zhen's eyes lit up: "Little Flag is awake! When Zhenzhen made a contract with Little Flag, it could talk, but it stopped talking later."

"Hmm, calling it... Little Flag isn't wrong either."

After all, he was indeed like the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, able to command all demons.

"But he has a name, his name is Banlan. He is very, very powerful. If Zhenzhen ever goes to higher and farther places in the future, and Master can no longer keep up with Zhenzhen's pace, he will accompany Zhenzhen in Master's place..."

Luo really couldn't understand it.

She shook her head and corrected him with a serious expression: "Master is so tall and has such big strides, Zhenzhen can't keep up with Master's pace. Master has to carry Zhenzhen..."

Yun Yao smiled and ruffled her hair, her eyes filled with tenderness.

This sent a chill down the spines of the ancient demons within the Myriad Demon Banner, who were diligently sensing the outside world.

This is big bad.

This big one really has two faces!

Just then, a silver beam of light flew from afar and landed in front of Yun Yao, spreading out in a graceful, dragon-like motion.

Just three words—

"Come pick me up!"

Yun Yao glanced at the Xuanlin Python, which was covered in blood and in great pain in the cold pool, and at Luo Huanzhen, who looked very nervous.

He replied—

"No time, join the sect yourself."

Luo Huanzhen has recently started learning to read and just managed to understand it. She asked nervously, "Master, is that the weapon cultivator grandpa here? Would it be bad if we didn't go to greet him?"

Yun Yao said, "Don't worry, it's more important to protect the Xuanlin Python during its breakthrough."

Luo really doesn't care about many things.

He didn't want anything to happen to this monstrous python.

As for Lao Duan...

They've known each other for thousands of years; he wouldn't hold a grudge over such a trivial matter.

Moreover, even if I didn't go, there would be countless people to greet such a powerful cultivator as him when he arrived at the sect.

distance.

The old man, with white hair, white eyebrows, and a wine gourd at his waist, arrived riding on a self-made lotus throne. Upon receiving the radiant light, he jumped up on the throne in anger.

"That wretched Yun Yao! He invited me to teach someone, but he didn't even come to pick me up!!!"

After jumping around for a while, Duan Qianchui sat down again.

He took a swig of wine and smugly sighed, "Hmph! If they don't want to pick me up, they don't care. I have plenty of people to pick me up!"

He was a rogue cultivator.

Moreover, he is a powerful artifact cultivator among the independent cultivators.

Any sect that stops by will treat him with the highest level of courtesy, and if he is happy staying, they will give him one or two good magical artifacts.

As the sun rose in the east and the sky turned a pale white, a massive sect complex came into view in the warm orange light.

The entrance to the Xuantian Sect was packed with a dense crowd of cultivators.

Leading the group were Sect Master Hengyangzi and several elders from the Weapon Peak.

Everyone was excited at the thought that the powerful senior would arrive at the sect soon and stay for a while.

If he's in a good mood, it would be best if he could give some guidance to the weapon-cultivating sects of the Weapon Peak. If he just eats and drinks and does nothing, it would be a blessing and a source of support for the sect to have another Tribulation Transcending stage cultivator living in the Xuan Tian Sect.

Despite her frail health, Su Mingyue attended the event in her finest attire today.

I heard that the senior weapon repairman likes to befriend good-looking people.

Su Mingyue was very beautiful, the kind of pure, innocent, and delicate beauty. In addition, she had recently taken the Jade Skin Fragrance and dressed up so carefully. She was confident that she would definitely win the favor of this senior weapon cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage.

As a jeweled lotus platform drew near in the distance, Su Mingyue straightened her frail body.

She brushed a stray hair behind her ear, her eyes crinkling into a smile—