Wen Zhu, the disciple whom Feng Xie Zhenjun took in last year, broke through from the fifth level of Qi Refining to the tenth level in just one year. Besides his extraordinary talent, wasn't it also because of the excellent resources he received?

The disciples within the sect were desperate to be chosen by True Lord Fengxie, even if it meant becoming her nominal disciple. However, when True Lord Fengxie accepted Wenzhu, she directly designated him as her closed-door disciple.

But now, Feng Xie Zhenjun is actually making an exception for a mortal, and the ridiculous reason is that it is "fate".

What kind of connection is that? Such a small baby cries so loudly!

The cultivators in the hall were getting a headache from the baby's loud cries. Cultivators value quiet cultivation and usually only accept disciples who are over ten years old. Hearing the noisy crying, many cultivators cast a silence spell.

Only Master Wuzhan showed no impatience, gazing adoringly at Feng Xie in the hall, his handsome face flushing red: "True Lord Feng Xie is so adorable, actually pinching a baby's face! If he were to pinch my face..."

Xiyang Zhenjun glanced at Bi Xie and the crying baby, his brow furrowed slightly, and with a flick of his palm, a bluish-white porcelain bottle flew towards Bi Xie. "Feng Xie Zhenjun, this baby is probably hungry. You have been practicing abstinence from grains for many years, but this baby is still a mortal. This is a spiritual liquid made from spiritual fruits. Let the baby drink it first."

"Thank you, Great Ancestor," Bi Xie accepted the porcelain bottle, glanced at the cultivators with a smile, and said apologetically, "My disciple is noisy, so Feng Xie will take Chi Zi back to Xuanhuo Peak first. Farewell."

"Wait a moment, True Lord Feng Xie."

Cong Nianzhenjun stepped out from behind, his gaze fixed intently on the baby in Bi Xie's arms, his eyes narrowing slightly to reveal a glimmer of light.

Bi Xie stiffened, then turned his head with a faint smile: "What advice does True Lord Cong Nian have for me?"

"True Lord Fengxie has only just arrived at the council hall, why the rush to leave? Since True Lord Fengxie witnessed the demonic cultivators self-destructing, what are your thoughts on this?"

Bi Xie pursed his lips and readily agreed, saying, "When the Demon Ancestor appeared in the world, Feng Xie had not yet been born. His understanding of Ji Gui only existed in the documents. This mission was arranged by the High Ancestor, and I dare not make any unwarranted comments."

“Ah, True Lord Fengxie is mistaken,” True Lord Zhishan said, his face flushed from drinking. “Which of you fellow Daoists here has ever seen Ji Gui’s true face? None of you have ever seen the legendary Demon Ancestor. Even if you haven’t, it’s not unreasonable to share your own opinions.”

Bi Xie remained silent for a few seconds, then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Since you fellow Daoists have spoken thus, then I, Feng Xie, will share my thoughts. I believe—"

"Fellow Daoists, instead of spending your time speculating here whether Demon Ancestor Ji Gui has ascended or gone into hiding, why not return to your sect to strengthen the mountain-sealing formation and further improve your cultivation?"

The hall fell silent instantly.

A moment later, Cong Nian Zhenjun, his face grim, shouted: "Xieyang Zhenjun, is this how your sect treats its guests? Your sect's Fengxie Zhenjun is truly arrogant, daring to spout such nonsense in front of your elders!"

Even the True Lord of the Setting Sun had not expected Feng Xie's words to be so sharp. Although he thought Feng Xie was right, he still cupped his hands and smiled apologetically, "True Lord Feng Xie is ignorant of worldly affairs and rarely comes out of the mountains. His words may have offended you. Please forgive him."

Luo Sheng Zhenjun suddenly covered her mouth and giggled: "I think what Feng Xie Zhenjun said makes a lot of sense. What? Has the world become so corrupt that even the most honest words are no longer allowed to be spoken?"