Several thousand disciples from various sects have already gathered in the square.

Nobody knows what happened?

"Junior Sister Xiao."

Just as Xiao Mo'er stood still, a very beautiful female cultivator with a hot figure walked over.

She is Leng Ning Shuang, the fourth disciple of the Supreme Elder Xiao Ruochen.

She must be several hundred years old, but her appearance is still stunning.

He has always treated Xiao Mo'er quite well.

Standing next to her was Yue Menghan, a white lotus bud about to bloom.

Since joining the Lingyun Sect, she has embarked on this path of pure love, never to return.

But that doesn't stop me from seeing Xiao Mo'er's nose and eyes looking completely different every time.

Xiao Mo'er saw her raise her eyebrows and greet her with a cheerful expression, which infuriated her.

After angering Yue Menghan, Xiao Mo'er respectfully crossed her arms and asked Leng Ningshuang, "Senior Sister, what happened?"

Leng Ningshuang frowned helplessly and sighed, "The great demon has been resurrected and slaughtered hundreds of immortal sects."

It's probably related to this.

"The Great Demon?" Xiao Mo'er's fingers involuntarily tightened around the Cold Moon Sword.

She recalled that shortly after leaving that secret place, she discovered she was pregnant.

At that time, she had already joined the Lingyun Sect.

Fortunately, she was the disciple of the Supreme Elder and had her own independent mountain peak for secluded cultivation.

There were also cloaks and black robes covering them.

She successfully left the sect during childbirth and went to the mortal realm, tens of thousands of kilometers away, to give birth to Yao Yao and Yuan Yuan.

When she gave birth, Yao Yao was surrounded by a thick, inky black mist.

Yuan Yuan, on the other hand, is completely different; she possesses a pure white, ethereal aura.

The person she was sleeping in the secret realm... could he be a demon?

Although, the cloak and the black robe refused to say.

What surprised her even more was that Yao Yao and Yuan Yuan were born as Nascent Soul cultivators.

This damnably heaven-defying thing shocked even her.

Looking at her, despite her hard work in cultivation, she is still only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, a few minor levels away from the Great Perfection realm.

She had heard that if a cultivator had a high level of cultivation, their child might become a Nascent Soul cultivator.

But she had only read about it in ancient books, and there were no cases of it even in the real world of cultivation.

Fortunately, the cloak and black robe concealed Yao Yao and Yuan Yuan's cultivation levels, which were only at the Qi Refining stage.

She took Yao Yao and Yuan Yuan back to the town closest to the sect, leaving them with vines, a cloak, and two little demon beasts to take care of them.

"That damned Demon Lord could have appeared any earlier or later, but of all times."

"Master almost went mad six years ago, I don't know..." Leng Ning Shuang said with concern.

Xiao Mo'er asked in surprise, "Master, have you suffered a qi deviation?"

"Almost, but you didn't go into qi deviation." Leng Ning Shuang glanced at Xiao Mo'er with dissatisfaction.

Yue Menghan couldn't help but interject, "Xiao Mo'er, are you hoping something will happen to Master?"

What heart are you pressing?

Xiao Mo'er: ...

He awkwardly reached out and touched his nose.

She also cares about her master.

At this moment, even the sect leader, Xiaoyao, arrived, along with some peerless geniuses who were in seclusion.

These sects' prodigies are rarely seen.

This is a celestial sect, and everyone here is dressed in flowing white robes, with handsome features that almost blinded Xiao Mo'er.

If they were in modern times, they would all be top-tier in terms of looks.

Suddenly, the cry of a crane was heard, and Leng Ning Shuang exclaimed in surprise, "Is that Master?"

"Master?" Xiao Mo'er was taken aback.

Although she joined the sect under Xiao Ruochen, she had never met him.

In her imagination, she had heard that the ancestor of the Lingyun Sect had lived for at least hundreds of thousands of years.

He should be an old man with a full head of white hair.

But as soon as the cranes stopped crying, a young and handsome man in white landed on the high platform in the square in the blink of an eye.

He looked to be no more than twenty years old, and amidst the sea of ​​white-clad figures, he seemed like an immortal towering above all others.

Xiao Mo'er stared in disbelief, her eyes wide with astonishment.

That aloof face exuded a cold and ascetic aura.

His eyes were long and narrow, with a sharp, piercing phoenix-like gaze.

Their features are so exquisitely crafted, a single glance could feel like an eternity.

"Wow!"

But wait, why... does his face look familiar?

Xiao Mo'er stared intently at her master on the high platform.

Fortunately, with countless eyes staring straight at her, her gaze wasn't abrupt.

Leng Ning Shuang was even more flustered than her, muttering excitedly, "Master?"

It really is Master.

When she saw her master, her five fingers clenched together, her heart pounding with emotion.

It is said that even if the master does not leave the mountain for hundreds of thousands of years, many high-level female cultivators still come to pay their respects.

Unfortunately, my master was a man of few desires and never thought of finding a Daoist partner.

Xiao Ruochen's eyes surveyed all living beings, seemingly pausing slightly at a certain point.

Xiao Mo'er also seemed to feel her master's eyes looking at her, but she thought it might just be her imagination.

"Master." Sect Leader Xiaoyao bowed to Xiao Ruochen with a solemn expression.

Xiao Ruochen's eyes remained unmoved, her expression aloof and cold. "You send someone to guard the mountain gate, and then come with me to meet that Demon Lord."

"Yes, Master," Sect Leader Xiaoyao replied respectfully.

He was overjoyed to be able to see his master.

Xiao Ruochen glanced down at his disciples and grand-disciples below, his eyes slightly complicated, then turned to ask Sect Leader Xiaoyao, "Are the two junior sisters I took in for you obedient?"

"Junior Sister is quite... hardworking." Sect Leader Xiaoyao gave a helpless smile.

He didn't personally tutor, but he had heard about it from his subordinates.

Yue Menghan's aptitude is acceptable, but Xiao Mo'er... her aptitude and cultivation are far inferior.

I don't know why my master accepted someone with three spiritual roots as a disciple.

The truth is that Xiao Mo'er's own spiritual roots are limited.

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