The scene became tense for a moment, but Song Tingwan's attention was on Xiaoyuer's hands.
When her mother suddenly picked her up, Xiaoyuer looked bewildered. As she was lifted up, her sleeve was pulled so that her little hand was exposed.
The rope-like object she had just seen was actually a demon-binding rope.
Bind, demon, rope.
Not only Song Tingwan saw it, but everyone present also noticed the unsightly rope.
Especially Zhuang Niang, who was holding a child, and the Lion Clan Protector, who sat at the head of the table.
"This damn thing dares to put it in front of me?"
The lion's roar, though fierce, was faintly intimidating, and Song Tingwan and the other lower-ranking cultivators present were forced back half a step by the oppressive force.
With a nonchalant and cold expression, Shen Zhuochuan casually cast a barrier around them.
After Song Siyao regained his balance, he reached out and braced Song Tingwan's back to prevent her from collapsing in front of all the big shots.
Song Tingwan's face paled even more. She turned to her worried sister and smiled, indicating that she was alright.
The Lion Clan Protector cursed and swore, and the demon-binding rope in Little Fish's hand was cut by his spiritual energy, falling to the ground with a thud.
Despite losing a rope, Immortal Lord Zewu stepped forward with a faint smile. "Venerable One, please calm down. This junior only wanted to be prepared."
After all, he was the son of a demented demon king; who knew if he might suddenly be parasitized?
However, the Lion Clan Protector did not buy it. He sneered and narrowed his eyes, looking at Immortal Lord Zewu like a hunter eyeing its prey.
"Why don't you tie me up too, just in case?"
Upon hearing this, a pressure from the Mahayana stage was directed at him alone. Ze Wu's back was soaked with sweat, and he quickly bowed and explained, "This junior did not mean that!"
The old patriarch of the Hehuan Sect, who was leaning against the wall, chuckled softly and casually filed his nails: "I think Zewu's idea is pretty good. Let's also tie up that stinky fox from their demon realm."
Many people who knew about his feud with the Fox Clan Venerable laughed. The two had a deep-seated grudge and fought so hard that both were seriously injured and their spiritual energy dissipated. Fortunately, they were saved by a divine pill a few years ago, otherwise, where would the Joyful Union Sect be now?
The crowd chuckled inwardly, but then the immortal from Penglai straightened his expression and subtly steered the conversation away from the topic.
“The Demon King has been slain, and we have examined the child and found no problems, but we cannot keep him in Beihe any longer.”
Upon hearing this, the Lord of Beihe City looked at Zhuang Niang with displeasure.
The couple racked their brains trying to send their child away. He sent someone to warn Shentu Changqing, but the person simply disappeared.
He initially thought the person had escaped, but to his astonishment, he used a spell to discover that the person was actually dead.
Judging from Zhuang Niang's appearance, she probably doesn't know that Shen Tu Changqing is dead.
Two troublemakers.
And yet, it still wins people's hearts.
Shen Tu Changqing is dead. Although he didn't do it, those cultivators who have long held a grudge against him will definitely blame him.
Once the people of Beihe and Zhuangniang realize what's happening, they'll probably swarm the city lord's mansion to demand an explanation.
Another period of turmoil has begun.
“Very well, Zhuang Niang and Shen Tu love this child very much. You won’t feel at ease if the child leaves. Why don’t you go with the child?”
The city lord smiled considerately, intending to take the opportunity to kick Zhuang Niang out as well.
This fulfilled Song Tingwan and the others' previous plan.
The Lord of Beihe City was of little influence in this situation, and no one paid any attention to him after he spoke.
"After discussion, it was decided that the child would be taken in by the Sword Inquiry Sect."
Elder Queying and True Person Ningxuan stood aside and nodded to the crowd upon hearing this.
Especially Ningxuan Zhenren, who walked over and picked up the severed demon-binding rope from the ground, walked to Zewu's side and said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, Immortal Lord Zewu, but our Sword Inquiry Sect does not have the hobby of binding disciples. You can keep it for yourself and use it slowly."
Song Tingwan smiled gently, her eyes crinkling. This senior's words were truly amusing.
Some people chuckled to themselves, knowing that the Sword Inquiry Sect members were extremely protective of their own.
The elder handed it over, and Immortal Lord Zewu had no choice but to accept it with a forced smile.
Seeing the attitude of the Sword Inquiry Sect, Zhuang Niang, who was barely holding on, relaxed a little and put away her knife.
She put Xiaoyuer down and let her bewildered but now quiet son thank the two elders of the Sword Inquiry Sect together: "Thank you for taking us in, Sword Inquiry Sect."
"Hey, what's with all this talk about taking them in or not?"
"The child is going to Sword Peak. With your Golden Core cultivation, being a minor steward in the outer sect is enough."
The second half of the sentence was spoken by Elder Queying. She didn't seem to talk much, but she succinctly arranged things for the two of them.
After Elder Queying finished speaking, he glanced at Song Siyao, who was standing behind his sister with a sword in hand, and nodded.
Song Tingwan understood.
My sister has already greeted the elders.
That's fine too.
As for Shentu Changqing, she still had a task she could assign to him.
"Was it this quiet young friend who noticed something was wrong first?"
Suddenly, the immortal from Penglai at the head of the table spoke with a smile, and everyone's eyes fell on the quiet and composed Song Tingwan.
As soon as she entered, everyone noticed that the young girl was especially beautiful, eye-catching yet unassuming, gentle and quiet, with dignified manners.
Having cultivated to their level, they had long since disregarded physical appearance, and after a single glance, they no longer paid it any mind.
Only the patriarch of the Hehuan Sect, who had been sitting lazily, couldn't help but glance at him.
It is beautiful, indeed.
My health has deteriorated.
What caught his attention was that inexplicable feeling.
Hmm, what could it be?
.
Facing the gazes of the crowd, the young woman seemed to pause for a moment, then gave a slight, uneasy bow, saying, "This junior is Song Tingwan, an outer disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect. Greetings to all the seniors."
"He is fearless in the face of danger and is a promising talent."
Someone offered a compliment, but the Immortal of Penglai narrowed his eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips, and asked, "Are you an outer disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect?"
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