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Pure-blooded demons were a definition given by people on the Shenfan Continent to distinguish between types of demons, meaning that both parents were of pure demon blood.

In contrast, there are mixed-blood demons. If one of the parents is not a pure-blood demon, the child born is a mixed-blood.

The demons respect pure blood. In fact, the strength of pure blood has always been at the top of the demons, and their position has been unshakable for millions of years.

Qi Gui's mother is a pure-blooded demon, but because his father is a human monk, Qi Gui is regarded as a mixed-blood. However, he is favored by heaven and eventually becomes the supreme being above everything else.

In addition to these two types, there is a third type, which is half-demon. As the name suggests, it is a person who has become a demon halfway through his life. It has nothing to do with blood relationship. Currently, Luo Yiyi is standing on the dividing line between half-demon.

The classification of demons had been taught in school, so Luo Yiyi knew it naturally.

When Xu Jing saw her nod, his expression became more solemn and his brows furrowed.

"Do you know that as a pure-blood demon, Tess must have an extraordinary status among the demons? Releasing her from the forbidden area is like letting a tiger go back to the mountains, which may cause unnecessary disasters and cause great suffering to the people."

Luo Yiyi lowered her head and thought for a while, then a confused expression appeared on her face.

"Master, there is something wrong with what you said. Why should we assume that Sister Tess will hurt others just because she was born? It's not like Sister Tess wanted to be born in the demon tribe. She said that if possible, she wanted to be born as a human, an ordinary person who works from sunrise to sunset."

Xu Jing was stunned, and the other disciples also fell into deep thought because of this childish talk. For a long time, the monks have already formed a set of inherent ideas, that is, the demons will definitely harm the world, and the concept of exorcising demons is rooted in the life trajectory of every disciple of Wuliang Sect.

But now they seemed to have been hit by a wake-up call, their mood suddenly relaxed, and they actually realized whether the "rules" themselves were reasonable and correct?

Moro's beard was smiling without saying anything, and his eyes were full of recognition when he looked at Luo Yiyi. He sighed in his heart that she was indeed a child favored by the Venerable Tianlu, and her strong character and high level of understanding were amazing.

While everyone was silent, a young disciple came in to report. Soon, a mature woman with a gorgeous appearance and dignified manners came in with several Jindan-stage and a Yuanying-stage subordinates.

When her eyes met with the chubby Yu Sheng next to the woman, Luo Yiyi blinked and gave him a meaningful smile, which frightened Yu Sheng so much that he accidentally tripped over the threshold. If the person behind him hadn't grabbed his clothes on the back in time, he would have fallen flat on his face.

The woman walked straight to the center without looking around and saluted Mara appropriately.

"Mrs. Wen Yazhi, the mistress of the Yu family, pays homage to Sect Leader Moro."

Moro did not stand up, but just gave a faint response.

Wen Yazhi didn't care. After all, even her husband didn't deserve Moro's equal treatment, and she was only qualified to meet the head of the Wuliang Sect because of the influence of the Yu family and the Wen family, so she directly stated her purpose.

"Master Moro, I came here for two reasons. First, I want to bring back Yu Han, the eldest son of the Yu family. Second, your sect's disciples injured my son yesterday, and I need your sect to give my Yu family an explanation."

"Master Wen, whether Yu Han should go back or not must be determined by his personal will. No one can make the decision for him. As for the fact that our sect's disciples injured your son, it is true. What kind of explanation do you need?"

"I want the disciple who hurt my son to kneel down and apologize."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone else's eyes turned to Jing Yuhui who was sitting there at the same time, but seeing that the smile on his face did not change at all, they could only look away in disappointment.

Noticing their strange actions and expressions, Wen Yazhi frowned slightly, then looked at the strange man sitting in the first seat under the master. She was unable to judge the other party's cultivation level for a moment, and she became alert in her heart.

It was not known whether she did it intentionally or unintentionally during the whole process, but she completely ignored Yu Han who was standing behind Jing Yuhui.

Moro saw the undercurrent in front of him and felt amused. On the surface, this was a dispute between Wuliang Sect and the Yu family, but secretly it was the fault of Tianyan Sect. With Tianyan Sect's protective nature, it was unknown whether the "mistress" of the Yu family could bear it.

With the mood of watching a good show, Moro cleared his throat.

"Luo Yiyi, what do you think of Master Wen's request?"

Wen Yazhi was curious when he saw a child about the same age as his son, standing out in the uniform of a Wuliang Sect disciple. His tightly tied black hair showed that this little disciple was not ordinary, which made Wen Yazhi's heart inexplicably jump.

Luo Yiyi came directly in front of Wen Yazhi, looked up at her, and refuted her righteously.

"Why should I apologize to your son? We settled all our grievances yesterday, why are you causing more trouble now?"

Wen Yazhi felt upset at the words that were like putting the blame on someone else. Her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and her words were filled with strong dissatisfaction and a hint of disgust.

"How can you be so sharp-tongued, little disciple? Didn't your master teach you to respect your elders?"

The words imply that Luo Yiyi is uneducated, which is simply saying that her master did not educate her properly.

But what Wen Yazhi never expected was that the people from Wuliang Sect, the objects of her innuendo, all looked embarrassed. On the contrary, the person who was originally smiling slowly stopped smiling and his eyes gradually became dim.

People who are usually gentle tend to be more frightening when they frown. Wen Yazhi met Jing Yuhui's gaze again and was shocked by the indifference in his eyes. She hurriedly looked away, but her heart was in turmoil and her sense of uneasiness became stronger.

Luo Yiyi stamped her feet heavily and pointed at Wen Yazhi with her little hand: "How dare you! Who do you think you are? How can you just say anything about my master?"

Wen Yazhi was startled again and subconsciously looked at Moro. Seeing how young Luo Yiyi was, she thought she must be a disciple of a younger generation of disciples. Now she couldn't help wondering if Luo Yiyi's master was Moro himself. That was not something she was qualified to say.

Luo Yiyi didn't wait for her to think about it and demanded in the softest voice: "Apologize! You must apologize to my master!"

Wen Yazhi carefully confirmed: "Master Moro, is this your disciple?"

There was a glimmer of excitement in Moro's eyes, and he shook his head slowly.

Seeing this, Wen Yazhi felt relieved. As long as it wasn't Moro, she wasn't afraid of the younger generation of disciples. So, Wen Yazhi looked at Luo Yiyi and regained her arrogant demeanor.

"I didn't say anything wrong, why should I apologize? I am your elder, but you were so disrespectful to me in your words, and even pointed your finger at me. These are all disrespectful behaviors. There is a saying that a teacher is lazy if he does not teach strictly. If you are so rude, what else could it be if your master did not teach you well?"

Luo Yiyi stomped her feet in anger again: "You are the one who is disrespectful to the elders! You are the bad guy!"

Wen Yazhi seemed a little impatient and had no intention of arguing with a child.

"I don't want to argue with a kid. Who is your master? I want to know how he taught such an unruly apprentice."

Before Luo Yiyi could speak, the lazy figure on the seat next to him slowly stood up. Jing Yuhui's expression was indifferent, which was surprisingly similar to Xuanyuan Zhan's attitude when he lost his temper in the Discipline Hall before. They were indeed close brothers.

"Her master is in seclusion. If you have anything to ask, you can ask me directly."

Wen Yazhi clenched her folded hands and asked, "Who are you?"

Jing Yuhui stood there with his hands behind his back, exuding an immortal demeanor. A smile that was half mocking and half arrogant appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I am her nephew, the leader of Tianshi Peak of Tianyan Sect - Jing Yuhui."