The colorful skirt, woven with vibrant hues, stirred up a floral fragrance as she walked.

She took two light steps and instantly teleported in front of Bi Xie. She approached Bi Xie's face familiarly and breathed on him, "Tsk tsk, Feng Xie Zhenjun's skin is really good. Just for this face that is so beautiful, I can't bear to be angry with you."

The smile on Bi Xie's lips froze as the woman wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Hehe, Feng Xie Zhenjun's waist is so slender and supple. I wonder which stinky man will end up with it? Good sister, why not consider coming to my Qinghua Sect and exploring the ways of beauty and cultivation together? The sisters in the sect are all destined to remain unmarried for life."

Wu Zhan Zhenren's breath caught in his throat, and he looked at Bi Xie with a flushed face.

In the blink of an eye, she glared angrily at True Lord Luo Sheng.

Luo Sheng Zhenjun is truly too unrestrained. How could he put his arm around Feng Xie Zhenjun's waist in public, and even stand so close...

Cheng Guang Zhenjun glanced at his spineless young man, then, in a fit of temper, slammed his hand on the top of his head and rubbed it hard. "Why are you such a coward?"

"Great Ancestor," Wu Zhan Zhenren called out, his face flushed, his voice barely audible.

Cheng Guang Zhenjun sighed: "Fine, I won't fulfill your wish. I'm afraid you'll never be able to form your Nascent Soul in this lifetime."

Master Wuzhan was taken aback, then suddenly seemed to realize something, his face lit up with joy, and the corners of his mouth spread wide.

"Lord Luo Sheng, be careful with your words..." Lord Xieyang's gentle face twisted slightly. Did Lord Luo Sheng think he was dead? Trying to poach him right in front of him.

"Hehe, True Lord Xiyang, there's no need to be nervous. I was just joking. The atmosphere in this hall is so serious, it's good to lighten the mood. As the saying goes, a smile makes you ten years younger. If I get upset, it will affect my beautiful appearance."

Luo Sheng Zhenjun raised her delicate fingers and gently tapped her flawless face.

Everyone: ...

After a playful remark, True Monarch Luo Sheng's expression suddenly turned serious. He glanced at the infant in Bi Xie's arms with a half-smile, "True Monarch Feng Xie, please don't blame True Monarch Cong Nian for blocking your way. Those demonic cultivators slaughtered countless cultivation families, yet they left behind such an infant. It's truly strange."

Upon hearing that someone agreed with his idea, Nian Zhenjun straightened his back slightly and stared at the baby in Bi Xie's arms with an increasingly fierce gaze.

During the great war between the righteous and the demonic, the Demon Ancestor did not appear. Mo Tianxiao only used two magic treasures left by the Demon Ancestor, which caused his Hengyun Sect to lose two Nascent Soul cultivators. His most proud disciple also died in that battle.

If the Demon Ancestor were to reappear one day, what kind of bloody storm would the righteous faction face?

If this baby is related to the Demon Ancestor Ji Gui, then his death is not a pity. If he is not related to the Demon Ancestor Ji Gui, then it is just the death of an ordinary person. Compared with the safety of the people of the world, what does it matter?

Besides... sending him to the underworld is also helping him reunite with his deceased family!

Cong Nianzhenjun's gaze grew increasingly fierce, and his tone became aggressive: "Fengxie Zhenjun, the Demon Ancestor is cunning and ruthless, and has many secret methods. We would rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free."

Bi Xie's fingertips curled slightly, and after a long while, he raised his head with a normal expression. "Fellow Daoists, do you suspect that my disciple is related to demonic cultivators?"

"The demonic cultivator self-destructed, and your disciple is the only survivor. Something is definitely amiss." Cong Nian Zhenjun spoke urgently and sternly.

Bi Xie scoffed, his tone turning colder: "Wu You is just an ordinary person, as Cheng Guang Zhenjun has already confirmed."

Cheng Guang Zhenjun frowned and said, "That's right. I have already tested him with the spirit-testing plate. This child has no spiritual root attribute and is no different from an ordinary person."

"Whether he is a mortal or not, we'll find out by trying," Cong Zhenjun said, his eyes narrowing as the Demon-Binding Rope suddenly wrapped around the baby.

Bi Xie's face darkened. Holding the baby, he dodged the thrusting attack by turning to the side, his voice as cold as the night: "True Lord Cong Nian, do not push your luck!"