"Just a black fox. It doesn't look like it's ever eaten anything good, otherwise how could it be so dark?" Shen Wangshu snorted coldly, but then saw Daoist Xiwu resting his chin on his hand and sweeping away the four purely decorative spiritual fruits on the small table next to him.

The black fox lay among the pile of fruit, humming contentedly.

The Demon Sect Master was calming himself by eating a spiritual fruit when he heard Shen Wangshu's words and trembled with anger.

Is this an insult calling him a country bumpkin?

He closed his eyes, and the spiritual fruit vanished from his lips.

His beloved daughter blinked and looked at Shen Wangshu with a smile, seemingly lost in thought.

The Guangming Sect Master's lips curled up, but seeing the displeased expressions on the faces of the high-ranking cultivators present, who seemed quite unhappy with Shen Wangshu's words and actions, the sigh that had been weighing on his heart slowly rose again.

Dozens of high-level cultivators tied together are not as clear-headed as Lingxiao Daozun alone.

The struggle between the righteous and the demonic paths has been ongoing since ancient times; where can true harmony be found? To seek peace is nothing more than trying to negotiate with a tiger for its skin.

His eyes dimmed slightly as he silently swept over his fellow disciples below, whose expressions varied but whose eyes all revealed displeasure. He then glanced at his own sect leader's robes, a symbol of ten thousand years of tradition, and finally closed his eyes briefly before slowly addressing the Demon Sect Master, saying, "Logically speaking, the sect leader's actions are none of our concern. However, recently, the sect leader has been stirring up bloodshed in the cultivation world, causing us cultivators great anxiety." He paused before continuing, "The demon race is a formidable external enemy, yet the sect leader is slaughtering human cultivators within, causing widespread fear and unease among us. It is truly perplexing."

His opening remarks were full of criticism, which immediately caused an uproar in the hall.

"Master!" Fairy Red Moon cried out, her face pale. "The Sect Master has his reasons. Why should we..."

"Although Guangming Sect is not a demonic sect, it is a major righteous sect. Since it affects the life and death of the human race, we must ask for clarification," the sect leader of Guangming Sect said loudly.

At this moment, his aged and withered body seemed to straighten up, exuding a remarkable air of dignity.

A faint, murderous glint flashed in the Demon Sect Master's eyes, but as he glanced at Shen Wangshu, who was smiling, he chuckled and said, "Those who dare to defy me, I'll kill them! The demon race? The fox clan is in turmoil, and the demon race is too busy to care about anything!"

Mentioning the turmoil in the fox clan, Xiao Xuan twitched his ears, and the black fox silently crawled out of Xi Wu Dao Jun's arms, its appetite no longer even for its favorite elixirs and fruits.

It glared at Xiao Xuan with hatred, then covered its little head with its furry paws.

"No matter how ferocious the demon race is, they are very united internally." Daoist Xiwu reached out and comforted the little black fox's body, his handsome face expressionless as he said calmly, "The sect leader is the one who does most of the infighting."

He smiled, his voice clear and melodious, seemingly addressing no one in particular, and said leisurely, "I recently heard that several powerful demons of the demon race protected the demon race, retreating for 30,000 miles and holding the northern border of this realm. The fox race was led away by them, and not a single fox demon was abandoned." He saw Xiao Xuan and the black fox exhale simultaneously, and said with a smile, "If the demon race is like this, what about the sect leader?"

"Daoist Xiwu?" The Demon Sect Master stared intently at the young man for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter and asked.

"Xi Wu's humble name has actually reached the ears of the sect leader," Xi Wu Daojun said with a smile. "I am deeply humbled." However, his expression showed no trace of fear or trepidation.

"Of course, among those Guangming Sect who are respected by me and are the only ones who are admired in the cultivation world, there are only you and Lingxiao," the Demon Sect Master said with a loud laugh.

These words of sowing discord were venomous and piercing, yet Daoist Xiwu merely smiled faintly.

Even a fool could tell this was a provocation; who would take it to heart?

However, his gaze fell on the faces of his fellow disciples below, and his lips twitched slightly.

...and some people actually took it to heart.

Several of his fellow disciples below, who were around the same age and also at the Nascent Soul stage, already showed resentment in their eyes.

Clearly, the Demon Sect Master's statement that the Guangming Sect only knew about the Lingxiao Xiwu Sect was very displeasing.

Although cultivators advocate a pure and desireless mind, none of them are saints.

The black fox seemed to sense the strangeness in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and then turned its head to lick his fingers.

However, after licking his fingers, Black Fox silently succumbed to self-loathing.

A noble fox actually softened its heart towards a human!

It felt Xiao Xuan's mocking gaze directed at it and couldn't help but fly into a rage. However, when it glanced at the cunning and treacherous Nascent Soul cultivator, Lingxiao Daozun, who was turning his head and squinting, it snorted and curled its warm little body into Xiwu Daojun's palm. It resolutely refused to admit that it had warmed the young man's hand and just wagged its tail, waiting for this ugly, hairless human cultivator to offer it some spiritual pills and fruits.

Once it calmed down, Xiao Xuan muttered a curse under its breath, then snuggled into Shen Wangshu's arms and sat upright, looking down at the useless cultivators with an arrogant gaze.

Their Shushu is the number one person in Guangming Sect, so what?

If you're not as skilled, you have every right to be jealous!

It was incredibly beautiful, swaying its head as if it were even happier than Shen Wangshu himself.

Shen Wangshu smiled and patted its little head, then smiled at the Demon Sect Master who was giving her a cold smile, saying, "You have a good eye." She and Xi Wu were, of course, the best.

Could it be that all this protection over the past thousand years has been a lie?

Her lack of modesty caused the Red Moon Fairy to show some dissatisfaction.

"However, speaking of which, in the demonic path, the sect leader is nothing special. It's inevitable that he'd be jealous of me." Shen Wangshu's cold voice still echoed in the hall. She rested her chin on her hand, leisurely stroking the fox with one hand, and said slowly with a faint indifference, "Thinking back three hundred years, what was the sect leader in the demonic path? I still remember the sect leader vividly, and what I remember most is still your back as you fled away from the East Sea."

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