I have the face of a great demon.

Zhao Wuji's words were like a thunderclap, shocking every elder and disciple present.

Their once orderly ranks began to waver, and hushed discussions and unease spread among the crowd.

The elders exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes revealing undisguised shock.

Many of them had known He Taichou for years, and some were even his personal disciples, so they were extremely familiar with him.

But it's unbelievable that this person, with whom you spend every day, is actually a great demon feared by cultivators throughout the land.

"How is this possible?" An elderly elder's voice trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief. "How could the sect leader be a great demon? I've seen him every day for hundreds of years. How could I not recognize him as a great demon?"

"How could the sect leader be a great demon? There must be some mistake!" a young disciple exclaimed excitedly.

He Taichou was shocked by the sudden accusations and the situation around him, his eyes filled with anger and disbelief.

If he hadn't been restrained by the combined efforts of the experts from the ten major immortal sects, he would have jumped up in excitement.

"Nonsense!" He Taichou's voice was almost a roar, his face flushed red with anger.

"Look carefully, I am He Taichou, not some great demon."

He struggled, and despite being bound, his imposing manner remained undiminished, attempting to overwhelm the absurd accusation with his authoritative voice.

"I have been the sect leader of the Tianhe Sect for many years, and I have always been dedicated to the benefit of the sect. How dare you slander me like this!"

"Zhao Wuji, you ungrateful wretch! I took you in out of kindness after your sect was destroyed and you had nowhere to go. And you repay kindness with enmity, slandering me!"

"This is a conspiracy, a frame-up! Let me go!"

Although the experts from the ten major immortal sects had already captured He Taichou, they couldn't see any resemblance between him and a great demon. Coupled with He Taichou's explanations, the final pressure fell on Zhao Wuji.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhao Wuji strode confidently toward He Taichou.

A smug smile played on his lips.

Things are different now. A few days ago, he was so frightened by the big devil that he fell ill and stayed in his residence all day, living in constant fear.

Now that the ten great immortal sects have gathered and the great demon has been captured alive and can no longer cause trouble, he has become arrogant.

"He Taichou, your performance was quite good, but unfortunately, today is the final curtain call. Let everyone here see the true face of this great demon!"

Zhao Wuji reached out and began to carefully search He Taichou's face, looking for the human skin mask he was wearing.

However, as time went on, Zhao Wuji's brows began to furrow.

He examined He Taichou's entire face repeatedly, but could not find any edge or seam of the mask.

His fingers dug hard at He Taichou's cheeks, forehead, and chin, almost tearing off his skin, but to no avail.

He Taichou cried out in pain as Zhao Wuji poked him: "Zhao Wuji, stop! I, He Taichou, have always been upright and honest. What human skin mask do you have? Your accusations are nothing but baseless slander!"

Sweat began to bead on Zhao Wuji's forehead, and his expression turned somewhat embarrassed.

He hadn't expected this outcome. He thought he could easily expose He Taichou's pretense, but he never imagined he would find himself in such an awkward situation.

The people present began to whisper among themselves, their eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

Even the experts from the ten major immortal sects began exchanging glances, seemingly reassessing the current situation.

Zhao Wuji's pride and confidence turned into embarrassment and confusion.

In the end, Zhao Wuji had no choice but to stop what he was doing. Facing He Taichou's cold gaze, a sense of uncertainty welled up in his heart.

"Well, Master Yu Chen. This great demon's disguise is extremely sophisticated, and I am unable to expose him. I beg you, Master, to take action."

Left with no other choice, Zhao Wuji had to ask Master Yu Chen for help.

Master Yu Chen was speechless. This Zhao Wuji had confidently claimed that he had seen the Great Demon disguised as He Taichou and sent Liu Qingfeng to report it. However, when Liu Qingfeng arrived, he found that He Taichou's cultivation was mediocre and he had easily defeated him. He didn't seem like a Great Demon at all.

In the end, even the tattletale grandson couldn't prove anything.

Now Master Yu Chen was in an awkward position. If they couldn't prove that He Taichou was a great demon, then it would be quite a mess if they rashly attacked the leader of a sect.

Faced with this stalemate, the experts from the ten major immortal sects decided to use their unique abilities to verify whether He Taichou was wearing a human skin mask and whether he was hiding his cultivation level.

This concerns the reputation of the Ten Great Immortal Sects, so it cannot be taken lightly.

Master Yu Chen stepped forward and gently waved his hand, a soft ray of light shining down on He Taichou.

This is a vision spell that can see through all disguises and concealments, reaching the very essence.

However, after the light faded, He Taichou's face remained unchanged, showing nothing but anger and humiliation.

Then, a female cultivator dressed in a green robe parted her red lips, chanted an incantation, and cast a spell to detect cultivation level.

This spell can sense the opponent's true cultivation level; no matter how well it is hidden, it can still be detected.

But the result was still unexpected. He Taichou's cultivation level was clearly visible, just like the Tianhe Sect Master they knew, and there was no concealment.

Another elderly man with white hair took out an ancient mirror. The mirror surface was shimmering and could reflect a person's true face.

He pointed the mirror at He Taichou, but what was reflected in the mirror was still He Taichou's angry and familiar face, without any abnormality.

The experts from the ten major immortal sects employed various methods, from spells and magical artifacts to investigation and sensing. However, no matter how hard they tried, the result was the same—He Taichou was neither wearing a human skin mask nor concealing his cultivation level.

As the verification failed time and again, the situation gradually became awkward.

He Taichou's face grew increasingly ashen, and his voice carried a hint of sneer: "Experts from various immortal sects, you have exhausted all your methods, yet you still cannot find any evidence. Now, what else do you have to say?"

Zhao Wuji's face also turned extremely ugly; he hadn't expected things to develop to this point.

He originally thought he could strike hard and expose He Taichou's conspiracy, but he didn't expect that he would end up putting himself and the experts of the Ten Great Immortal Sects in an awkward situation.

Ultimately, the experts from the ten major immortal sects had to face a fact—they might have truly misunderstood He Taichou. This realization turned their expressions extremely grim, and the situation was about to become even more complicated and difficult.

"Haha, Sect Leader He, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

The situation suddenly turned around.