“Flap flap!”

“Flap flap!”

The Demon Ridge Black Eagle flapped its two large wings, arriving at Tiegu Mountain in just ten minutes.

Flying-type fierce beasts had absolute advantage in speed. A flying spirit beast comparable to Wuhuang would naturally only be faster.

However.

This still wasn’t its fastest state.

Because the Demon Ridge Black Eagle had been pummeled by Little Dragon and its condition hadn’t recovered to optimal.

“Hmm?”

The Eternal Sect disciples who were cultivating suddenly felt the sky darken and all raised their heads to look.

“My heavens!”

Su Xiaomo exclaimed: “What is that thing!”

“An eagle!”

Li Qingyang said solemnly.

An eagle?

Su Xiaomo’s mouth twitched: “It’s too big!”

Li Luoqiu walked out, worried that the descending eagle beast would harm the sect, and had thoughts of activating the Sect Protection Grand Formation.

“The Sect Master is on top!”

Just then, Jiang Xie said with his mouth agape.

Sect Master?

Li Luoqiu was stunned.

Focusing her gaze and looking up with effort, she discovered Jun Changxiao in white robes standing with hands behind his back on the eagle beast’s head. Though his clothes fluttered wildly, his hairstyle remained perfectly undisturbed.

“It’s the Sect Master!”

“My heavens, the Sect Master is actually standing on such a huge eagle beast!”

“So handsome!”

The Eternal Sect disciples’ eyes filled with deep worship!

“Whoosh whoosh!”

The Demon Ridge Black Eagle gradually folded its wings, its sharp talons landing lightly in the outer courtyard.

Though very careful, its body was too heavy. The instant it made contact with the ground, violent tremors immediately spread.

The buildings supervised by Li Qingyang were definitely not shoddy construction—they only shook slightly before returning to normal.

Especially the main hall.

It didn’t move at all during the tremors!

Swoosh!

Jun Changxiao jumped down from the Demon Ridge Black Eagle. Having flight experience, he didn’t embarrass himself by vomiting.

Mo Shang couldn’t handle it.

As soon as his feet landed on solid ground, he went “bleurgh” and started vomiting.

“Sect Master, what is this!”

Looking at the eagle beast like a small mountain, Su Xiaomo’s eyes still held shock.

“This seat’s contract beast, the Demon Ridge Black Eagle.” Jun Changxiao said.

“My heavens!”

Su Xiaomo and the other disciples all widened their eyes.

Previously when going to the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range in Huayang Commandery, the Sect Master brought back a group of Hurricane Wolves.

Now after another trip out, he brought back such a huge contract beast—this was simply awesome!

“Sect Master.”

Jiang Xie looked toward Mo Shang: “Who is this person?”

Jun Changxiao said: “A newly recruited disciple.”

“Oh.”

Jiang Xie responded.

However, intuition told him this person emanated a strange aura and might be an evil cultivator.

…

Jun Changxiao returned to the sect. The Demon Ridge Black Eagle he rode shocked all the disciples.

Of course.

Such a colossal creature couldn’t possibly be housed within the sect, so it was released into Tiegu Mountain.

“Hmph.”

Ye Xingchen’s gaze held disdain.

Though the Demon Ridge Black Eagle’s physique was quite large, compared to his former mount the Azure Heaven Jade Eagle, there was still a considerable gap.

“Hall Master Li.”

Jun Changxiao sat in the main hall: “Any intelligence recently?”

“Yes.”

Li Luoqiu relayed the intelligence just obtained.

“The demonic remnants were destroyed at Demon Mountain?”

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin: “This seat has heard a bit about this matter. It seems many sects participated.”

“Correct.”

Li Luoqiu said: “At least ten sects, minimum third-rate.”

“Tsk tsk.”

Jun Changxiao sighed: “They hate demon cultivators this much?”

Li Luoqiu said: “Sect Master, the great righteous sects have zero tolerance for demon cultivators. If word gets out about Mengying having an innate demon body, I’m afraid it will bring great trouble.”

“Therefore.”

Jun Changxiao’s fingers tapped on the table: “No matter what, this matter absolutely cannot spread.”

“Right.”

He looked toward Jiang Xie: “How is Mengying’s cultivation recently?”

“Already entered peak Wutu.” Jiang Xie said.

Jun Changxiao said in surprise: “That fast?”

“Sect Master, actually it’s not fast.”

Jiang Xie said: “If there were professional demon cultivation martial techniques, the little girl’s aptitude could truly be fully displayed.”

“It’s just unfortunate that with the Demon Sect destroyed for ten thousand years, many techniques have long been burned to nothing. Those circulating in the world are extremely rare.”

Jun Changxiao smiled: “The outside world doesn’t have them, but Eternal Sect does.”

“Eh?”

Jiang Xie and Li Luoqiu looked at each other, momentarily not understanding the Sect Master’s meaning.

…

Yao Mengying was an Eternal Sect disciple. Jun Changxiao wouldn’t care whether she was a demon cultivator or evil cultivator, so he brought Mo Shang to the little girl’s room.

“Mengying.”

“I’ve brought you a fellow practitioner.”

Fellow practitioner?

Mo Shang’s expression froze. Carefully examining the six or seven-year-old girl before him, his heart violently shook, and his hands involuntarily began to tremble.

He didn’t know why, but an invisible force compelled him to bend his knees and perform a kneeling bow.

No!

How could he kneel before a little girl!

Mo Shang struggled against the suddenly rising force, ultimately stabilizing his body and legs.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Seeing his expression abnormally difficult, Jun Changxiao asked puzzled.

“Noth… nothing…” Mo Shang forced out a smile with difficulty, then cupped his hands: “Greetings, Little Senior Sister!”

Boom!

The originally suppressed force, the instant he called out ‘Little Senior Sister,’ erupted like a flood. Unable to resist, he went “thud” and knelt before Yao Mengying.

Jun Changxiao was stunned.

They were fellow sect members of the same generation—why perform such grand ceremony?

Yao Mengying was also surprised: “Sect Master, why did he kneel down!”

Mo Shang nearly cried.

I don’t know either why the hell I knelt down!

“You… you get up quickly!” Yao Mengying became somewhat flustered.

Strangely enough, that invisible force vanished into thin air again, finally allowing him to stand up: “Little Senior Sister…”

“Thud!”

Knelt on the ground again.

Jun Changxiao said: “Kneeling at the slightest provocation—do you have a problem?”

Mo Shang said tearfully: “Sect Master, I simply can’t control my own body!”

Yao Mengying said: “Quickly stand up!”

The force controlling Mo Shang disappeared again. He struggled to stand, his facial expression quite spectacular.

Jun Changxiao then said: “Call out Little Senior Sister again.”

Mo Shang said: “Little Senior Sister.”

“Thud!”

Just as the words fell, he uncontrollably knelt on the ground again.

Jun Changxiao understood, thinking: “This kid can’t call out Little Senior Sister, otherwise he loses control of his body and kneels.”

“Is it because the girl has the Demon Emperor’s innate demon body, with extremely noble status, so other demon cultivators must be cautious in speech and manner?”

“Mo Shang.”

Jun Changxiao said: “From now on, don’t call her Little Senior Sister.”

“Huh?”

Mo Shang said: “Then what should I call her?”

Jun Changxiao paused briefly: “Just call her Little Boss.”

Little Boss?

Mo Shang’s mouth twitched: “Sect Master, aren’t you also a boss? How can I call a fellow disciple boss? Wouldn’t that mess up the generational hierarchy?”

“If you don’t want to call her that, then just keep kneeling.” Jun Changxiao said.

Mo Shang compromised, cupping his hands toward Yao Mengying: “Little Boss!”

Sure enough, when this address came out, that irresistible force didn’t appear, making him inwardly rejoice.

“Mo Shang.”

Jun Changxiao said: “From today forward, you’ll temporarily teach Mengying demonic path knowledge.”

Yao Mengying said in surprise: “Sect Master, he’s also a demon cultivator?”

“Little Boss.”

Mo Shang said weakly: “I can only be considered half a demon cultivator.”