Upon hearing this, Bi Xie glanced expressionlessly at the villain in his arms who was trying to suck his fingers again, and pinched his cheek.

"So, the Demon Ancestor's cultivation has already surpassed the Nascent Soul stage?" Master Wuzhan asked urgently. "Then, why haven't we heard from the Demon Ancestor all these years? Could it be that he was subdued by some reclusive powerhouse?"

"Zhan'er, you mustn't be rude!" True Lord Chengguang said in a deep voice.

"If that's really the case, then so be it. I'm afraid the Demon Ancestor is still alive in the world," Cong Nian Zhenjun said, glancing expressionlessly at Bi Xie and the baby in his arms.

Luo Sheng Zhenjun moved gracefully, her colorful skirt fluttering, and in the blink of an eye, she reached the center of the hall and said with a charming smile, "These old stories should also be told to the younger generation. If what those demonic cultivators said is true, and the Demon Ancestor is about to appear, these younger generations should be aware of this. However—"

The True Lord of the Setting Sun picked up the thread: "However, the Demon Ancestor disappeared for a thousand years, not because he was destroyed by the righteous sects, but because he vanished. No one has heard of him. Perhaps Ji Gui has already cultivated to the Mahayana stage and ascended to heaven, and is no longer on the Floating Light Continent."

These words eased the tension in everyone's hearts.

Bi Xie glanced at Xieyang Zhenjun and noticed that his fists were clenched and his expression was one of suppressed anger. He sighed inwardly. In the great battle with the Yinmo Sect three hundred years ago, although the demonic cultivators were wiped out, the righteous sects also suffered heavy losses.

The Yin Demon Sect Master, Mo Tianxiao, unleashed the Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Fan and the Nine Dragons Bronze Mirror, magical treasures left behind by the Demon Ancestor Ji Gui. He severely injured three Nascent Soul stage cultivators from the righteous sects and massacred more than a dozen Core Formation stage cultivators and five or six Nascent Soul stage cultivators from the righteous sects.

The True Lord of the Setting Sun was severely injured by the Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Fan, which prevented him from further advancing his cultivation by even a fraction after a hundred years.

Although Mo Tianxiao died in that battle, the righteous sects also suffered heavy losses, with many Core Formation and Nascent Soul cultivators perishing. As a result, the Golden Light Sect managed to rank first among the four major immortal cultivation sects with only five Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Woo-wah, woo-wah woo-wah—"

The solemn atmosphere of the hall was suddenly broken by the sound of a baby crying.

The cultivators frowned as they looked at the infant in Bi Xie's arms. They hadn't paid much attention to the insignificant baby because they were discussing the Demon Ancestor.

Bi Xie's expression stiffened, and he awkwardly withdrew his claws that had been playing tricks on the baby's face. He then gave a friendly yet polite smile to the group of dignified cultivators in the hall, "The infant is still young and doesn't know any better. I apologize for disturbing you all."

"Feng Xie Zhenjun actually brought this child back to the sect?" Cheng Guang Zhenjun was a straightforward man. Thinking of how he had gone to great lengths to test the infant's spiritual roots, only to find out he was a useless person, and how he had forgotten to bring his descendant Wu Zhan to the Jin Guang Sect in his anger, he immediately huffed, "He's just an ordinary person without spiritual roots. What's the point of bringing him back to the immortal sect!"

Bi Xie smiled and said, "Feng Xie has lived alone on Xuanhuo Peak since childhood. My great-grandfather was worried about my loneliness, so he sent Wen Zhu, the descendant of Suijian Zhenjun who died in the war between the righteous and the demonic, to Xuanhuo Peak to form a master-disciple alliance with me. However, I am too much older than Zhu'er and there is a distance between us. I am destined to be with this child. Since he has no relatives, I might as well bring him back to Xuanhuo Peak to keep Zhu'er company."

"May you be carefree and have a bright future. From this day forward, Wuyou will be my disciple, the Wind Evil True Lord."

The idea that a Nascent Soul Grand Elder of the Golden Light Sect would accept an ordinary mortal as his disciple was utterly ridiculous. The faces of the cultivators were a mixture of astonishment and disbelief, and they all thought they had misheard.

"Great Ancestor, Wuyou's background is pitiful. The demonic cultivators slaughtered the entire Luo family, leaving only him alive. If I don't take him, he will be all alone. Please, Great Ancestor, have pity on this child and let him come with me to Xuanhuo Peak." Her words were earnest and sincere, and the expressions of the cultivators in the council hall became even stranger.

Feng Xie Zhenjun wasn't joking; she genuinely intended to accept this mortal as her disciple!

After the initial shock, everyone secretly marveled at the baby's good fortune.

Everyone knows that Feng Xie Zhenjun is a treasure trove of knowledge, possessing unparalleled alchemy skills. Even the other Nascent Soul Grand Elders, when encountering cultivation challenges, would shamelessly go to Xuanhuo Peak to ask Feng Xie Zhenjun for pills.