"What does Father want with me?"
Pu Shaotian manifested in the main hall and immediately spotted the young girl sitting in the mahogany armchair. His expression changed, and he bowed respectfully, "Uncle-Master!"
The girl appeared quite young, her face not yet fully developed. Her large, bewitching eyes hinted at her identity as a demon cultivator, yet something else entirely.
The girl had long white hair behind her, which was coiled up and fell on the chair, with some loose strands hanging down to the ground, like a white waterfall.
Beneath the semi-transparent gauze dress, her skin was as smooth as paper, her legs swaying leisurely as they reached out of the carpet, her bare, white toes showing – she didn't look like a demon who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
If a demon cultivator cannot perfectly form his core, he cannot safely pass through the tribulation.
She can overcome tribulations, yet retain the characteristics of a demon, simply because she is a demon formed from wind and has no need for cultivation.
Feng Xiaoyao looked up at Pu Shaotian, her girlish voice carrying a hint of childishness: "Where is Senior Brother?"
Pu Shaotian looked completely bewildered.
I thought he had been called out for some reason, but it turns out he was just looking for his master.
His master has been practicing in seclusion on Yunguan Mountain for hundreds of years!
He answered truthfully, "Uncle-Master, I haven't seen Master. I haven't been back for over a hundred years."
The little fairy shook her head: "He's here. Where is he?"
Pu Shaotian was speechless and turned to his father for help.
The old leader was also puzzled.
It was just dawn; according to the normal schedule of immortals, they should be sleeping. The early bird catches the worm, and getting up early can ruin the whole day!
This little wind sprite didn't send a formal invitation; instead, it appeared out of nowhere in the reception hall early in the morning, waiting for someone without saying a word.
The Feng family consists of reclusive masters. Among the monster protection alliance, the only one she is related to is the young alliance leader, Pu Shaotian.
Little did she expect that the reason she waited for her son for so long was because he was looking for someone.
"Miss Feng, Sect Leader Feng is not here."
"I didn't ask you." Feng Xiaoyao casually flicked her hand.
The old leader was pushed out of the reception hall by the wind.
Pu Shaotian braced himself and bowed, saying, "Uncle-Master, I really haven't seen it before. I've been guarding it here the whole time."
"fart!"
A noisy voice suddenly appeared from the side, startling Pu Shaotian.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that a nearly transparent young man was standing next to Feng Xiaoyao.
Pu Shaotian: "Who are you?!"
Shanshan: "I'm your grandpa!"
Pu Shaotian took out a folding fan, shook it, and was about to slap him.
Feng Xiaoyao looked at him expressionlessly.
Pu Shaotian reluctantly put away his fan: "So it's Junior Brother. Why did you become invisible?"
Shanshan: "Ask your master! You still say your master isn't here, but he's clearly right here, and he almost killed me! If it weren't for my master's power in saving me, I would be your master's sacrifice right now! Hand over your master right now!"
Pu Shaotian gritted his teeth: "Junior brother, my master is your senior uncle."
"Tch~" Shan Shan spat out a mouthful of saliva and launched into a frantic tirade, "Your father's father calls me grandpa! What kind of family address song is this? I don't care if he's my senior uncle or not, my master is looking for him now, so you'd better step aside!"
The little imp finally arrived, and he could finally hold his head high.
The thought of having to meekly serve tea and water to Pu Shaotian for so many days made her feel resentful.
Although they were from the same sect, and his master addressed Wuse as his senior brother and sister, they had lost contact thousands of years ago. Shanshan couldn't feel any respect for this senior brother she had never met.
Moreover, as soon as he was attacked, the life-saving charm that Feng Xiaoyao had given him lit up, clearly indicating that they were fellow disciples, yet Wuse still tried to kill him.
If he hadn't used his flying feathers to transform into his own appearance beforehand, he would have turned into a piece of dried crow meat by now.
Pu Shao was so angry he was about to vomit blood, but he had no way to refute it.
His master's ability to make people lose their color was innate; no one else could learn it.
This means his master really came.
"Someone, please bring my master out."
He immediately gave the order.
But this is mostly useless.
The colorless creature's whereabouts are elusive. He has been in seclusion for a hundred years, and no one knows what he has been doing in his cave. He even sent all his disciples home. Now, he has suddenly arrived at the Ten Thousand Demon Palace without informing him of his arrival. He must be deliberately concealing his identity.
He was originally a wind demon, so he could easily transform back into his original form and fly around everywhere. Even if his servants were blind, they would never be able to find him.
Maybe they've already run away.
Feng Xiaoyao tapped the armrest and continued, "Where is your senior brother?"
"My...my senior brother?"
Pu Shaotian was once again stumped by the question.
Is my uncle here to conduct a population census today?!
Shan Shan angrily pounded the low table with her peach wood sword, making a loud thud, and shouted, "Your senior brother tricked my brother here in the name of the Demon Alliance, wanting to turn him into pangolin scales! Your Demon Alliance is lawless and violates the laws of heaven, even harming demon cultivators with spiritual roots."
"Absolutely not!"
Pu Shaotian still mistook the man for Feng Xiaoyao's newly accepted disciple, and was so frightened that his back was soaked with sweat. "Uncle-Master, please understand, our Demon Alliance is also called the Demon Beast Protection Alliance, and we never harm demon beasts..."
Shan Shan spat: "Ha! Absolutely not?! Then where did those things you hid in your kitchen warehouse come from? Do these demonic beasts even exist in the Middle Immortal Realm? If you didn't induce them to regress from demonic cultivators back to demonic beasts, how could they have survived the Gate of the Middle Heaven?"
Pu Shaotian: "Those are dead, they're specimens! They've been stored there for a thousand years, they were collected from other places!"
Shanshan: "Nonsense!"
Pu Shaotian couldn't hold back any longer. This little devil Feng hadn't even spoken yet, but his junior brother was so arrogant, defying him in the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.
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