"Feng Xie Zhenjun," the others, including Xi Xing Zhenren who arrived a step later, stared blankly as they saw Bi Xie holding the baby standing by the well.

"Master," Wen Zhu ran over with her short legs, her cute little face showing a hint of grievance, "Master, why didn't you take your disciple with you when you left?"

Bi Xie stiffened for a moment, then quickly put on a smile and said, "Zhu'er, stop fooling around, saving lives is the priority."

After saying that, Bi Xie grabbed the rope with his fingers, poured in his spiritual power, and easily pulled the woman who had been dead in the well for a long time out of the well.

The moment the woman emerged from the well, a piece of soft, white silk wrapped around her blood-soaked lower body.

Upon seeing what was wrapped around the woman, Qiu Nong Zhenren, Jian Shui Zhenren, and Feng Yan Zhenren, who had arrived a few steps behind, all gasped in surprise.

A hint of jealousy flashed in Jian Shui Zhenren's eyes: "Feng Xie Zhenjun is indeed wealthy. He can take out a piece of fabric like Soft Smoke Silk at will. Unlike me, I have been in the Golden Light Sect for so many years and I have only obtained a piece of good material like Soft Smoke Silk, which cost me half of my spirit stones."

Bi Xie was stunned. Although she knew that the original owner was a spoiled brat, she did not expect that a piece of fabric she casually took out of her storage bag could make Master Jian Shui so jealous that his face was twisted.

No wonder Wen Zhu couldn't improve his cultivation level after following the original owner to the Nascent Soul stage.

The original owner was too rich; he gave his disciple too many pills, resulting in raising an ungrateful wretch.

Hearing Master Jianshui's sarcastic remarks, Master Qiu Nong snorted coldly: "If Master Jianshui could also form a Nascent Soul at over three hundred years old and sit on the position of the Supreme Elder of the Golden Light Sect, then Master Jianshui could naturally have as much of this Soft Smoke and Plain Silk as he wanted."

Just as the two women were about to start fighting again, several streaks of brilliant light suddenly flashed across the night sky.

In an instant, the colorful spiritual light disappeared, and four ethereal cultivators appeared out of thin air on the ground.

Two teams came to investigate the situation in Deepwater City. One team was led by Feng Xie, and the other was led by Cheng Guang Zhenjun, the Supreme Elder of Hengyun Sect. Because the demonic cultivators were scattered, the two teams acted separately.

"Senior," Bi Xie said respectfully as he walked toward the leader, carrying the baby.

Although Bi Xie was already at the Nascent Soul stage, she had only recently broken through to that stage. Despite being a prodigy in the cultivation world, she still dared not overestimate herself in front of Cheng Guang Zhenjun, who was already at the late Nascent Soul stage.

As Bi Xie uttered this, the people on both sides exchanged greetings.

Although Cheng Guang Zhenjun looked extremely young, his eyebrows were white. He frowned and asked, "Did Feng Xie Zhenjun also see the scene of those demonic cultivators self-destructing?"

Bi Xie nodded calmly: "Just as Cheng Guang Zhenjun described, before we could ask anything, those demonic cultivators detonated their demonic energy and self-destructed. However, before they self-destructed, they all shouted to sacrifice my primordial spirit and protect my demonic ancestor. I wonder if this is related to that?"

"Whether they are demons or demon ancestors remains to be seen," Cheng Guang Zhenjun said with a solemn expression. "Let's go back to the sect first."

Just as Bi Xie was about to nod, he suddenly noticed a gaze that seemed to be fixed on him.

With her powerful spiritual sense, she quickly sensed the source of the gaze.

But they discovered that it was a cultivator who had followed behind True Monarch Chengguang and walked out of that pillar of light.

The man was tall and elegant, with an extraordinary bearing. He wore a dark red long robe and had a refined and graceful demeanor.

The original owner had a fairly deep impression of this man in her memories.