Sword Sect Little Demon Child, Three and a Half Years Old and Extremely Fierce

In order to find a way to earn spirit stones, the senior brothers made a difficult decision.

Go down the mountain to set up a stall!

I stood at the mountain gate, watching my fellow students pack their things.

Suning stuffed monster meat into the storage bag~

These are the ones I grilled on the road when I was a wanderer; there are still quite a few left.

Yan Chuan ran to the back mountain several times.

They mined a bunch of ordinary iron ore.

Murong Zhuo was picking at spiritual herbs on the edge of the cliff.

The cheapest kind, the kind that grows randomly by the roadside.

Gu Chenguang was in charge of bookkeeping and packing.

I asked them, "...Can these things be sold?"

Without turning his head, Su Ning replied, "I don't know."

Yan Chuan scratched his head: "Let's give it a try."

Murong Zhuo blinked: "What if someone is blind?"

Gu Chenguang nodded: "What if?"

I remained silent for three breaths.

Then I followed in their footsteps.

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The town at the foot of Sword Sect Mountain is called Sword Echo Town.

It is said that the name comes from the humming sound of sword energy generated when sword practitioners practiced their swords, which could be heard all the way down the mountain.

The size of Sword Echo Town surprised me a bit.

It's actually no smaller than Qingyue Town at the foot of Qingyun Sect Mountain.

The streets are lined with shops, bustling with people.

There were vendors selling magical artifacts, elixirs, talismans, spiritual herbs, and even...

Is it from a spirit beast's poop?

Su Ning explained, "That's spirit beast fertilizer, produced by the Spirit Control Sect. It's said to make spirit herbs grow better."

Me: "...Oh."

The senior students found a corner, spread out a tattered cloth, and started setting up their stall.

—Monster meat, not very appealing, but edible.

—Ordinary iron ore, with more impurities than a strand of hair, but it's usable.

—A worthless medicinal herb, picked from the roadside, just something to make do with.

But nobody bought it.

not a single one.

I squatted behind the stall, watching people come and go.

Everyone who passes by takes a look.

Then look away.

Then they left.

Suning's face grew increasingly red.

Yan Chuan lowered his head further and further.

Murong Zhuo began to clean the sword, even though it was already gleaming.

Gu Chenguang wrote in his notebook:

——First day of setting up a stall:

Visitor count: 1000+

——Trading volume: 0

—Note: How embarrassing.

Then a commotion came from the stall next door.

I peeked out.

The shop next door sells Netherworld Iron.

The dark ore gleamed with a faint, cold light.

The stall owner, a middle-aged man, was surrounded by a group of people.

"The quality is amazing!"

"How much is one piece?"

"I want two!"

"I was here first!"

I turned to my senior and asked, "What's that?"

Su Ning stared at the stall next door, his eyes red: "Netherworld Black Iron! That's a top-grade material for forging swords and refining weapons! It's just that it's produced in the Demon Realm, and it's very difficult to obtain!"

Yan Chuan's saliva was practically dripping: "If my sword could be mixed with some Netherworld Iron... its hardness would increase by at least 30%!"

Murong Zhuo swallowed hard: "I heard that the black market price has been soaring recently, a fist-sized piece can sell for 100 mid-grade spirit stones."

I raised my hand and asked, "How many low-grade spirit stones are equal to one mid-grade spirit stone?"

Gu Chenguang didn't even look up: "One high-grade stone is equal to 100 mid-grade stones, and one mid-grade stone is equal to 100 low-grade stones. Therefore, a small piece of Netherworld Profound Iron is equal to 10,000 low-grade spirit stones."

I nodded.

Then he silently rummaged through his storage bag.

He took out two pieces of dark, black ore.

Is this it?

The senior students all turned their heads in unison.

Then they all widened their eyes in unison.

Suning: "Holy crap!"

Yan Chuan: "It really is Netherworld Profound Iron!"

Murong Zhuo: "And it's high purity! Look at the luster! Look at the texture!"

Gu Chenguang: "Junior Sister, where did you come from?!"

Me: "Uh... there are a lot of them near my hometown, I found them."

Everyone: "..."

Su Ning took a deep breath: "Junior Sister, where is your hometown?"

I blinked: "A very far place."

Yan Chuan: "Specifically?"

Me: "My dad forbids me from saying that."

Everyone fell silent.

This reason is quite reasonable, after all, many reclusive families have this kind of rule.

I seized the opportunity to change the subject: "Can this ore be sold?"

Su Ning's eyes lit up: "Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

Yan Chuan rubbed his hands together: "With this, we won't need to set up a stall to sell monster meat anymore!"

Murong Zhuo exclaimed excitedly, "Junior Sister! You saved our entire sect!"

Gu Chenguang was already frantically calculating in his notebook:

Forecast revenue from Netherworld Iron:

Current inventory: 2 pieces

—Pre-sale price: 200 mid-grade spirit stones.

—Equivalent to 2 low-grade spirit stones.

—Note: I'm rich!!!

I shook my head: "We can't sell them all."

The senior students were stunned.

I pointed to their swords: "Sell one, and use the other to upgrade the swords of our senior brothers."

Suning: "Give us...forge swords?"

Yan Chuan: "Junior sister, this is too precious..."

Murong Zhuo: "Let's use spirit stones for cultivation instead."

Gu Chenguang: "Yes, we can't accept it."

I shook my head: "My senior brothers' swords need to be upgraded. Besides, if their swords become stronger, they can take on more challenging missions, earn more spirit stones, and buy me more Qi-Nourishing Pills."

The logic is perfect.

The senior students were so moved that their eyes welled up with tears again.

Su Ning: "Junior sister..."

Yan Chuan: "You're only three years old, how come you're so sensible..."

Murong Zhuo: "Your senior brothers will definitely protect you!"

Gu Chenguang wrote furiously in his notebook: Junior sister's filial piety is priceless!

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So, the senior disciples put a piece of ore into their storage bags, preparing to use it to forge swords.

Another one was displayed for sale on the stall:

"Netherworld Black Iron! A genuine specialty of the Demon Realm! Only one piece available! First come, first served!"

Sure enough, as soon as he shouted it out, people immediately surrounded him.

"It's truly Netherworld Black Iron!"

"The purity is so high!"

"I'll offer 150 mid-grade spirit stones!"

"One hundred and seventy!"

"two hundred!"

Prices have skyrocketed.

The senior students were grinning from ear to ear.

Just then, a discordant voice rang out.

"Hey, aren't these the penniless bastards from the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

I looked up and saw a young man dressed in a magnificent brocade robe walking towards me.

Two followers followed behind him.

He's alright looking, but he holds his chin up really high, like a proud rooster.

Su Ning's face darkened: "Zhao Youqian, what brings you here again?"

The young man named Zhao Youqian sneered, "I just came to see what kind of junk you poor bastards are selling today."

He walked up to the stall, glanced at it, and showed a look of disgust:

"This monster meat, it's all spoiled, isn't it? The color is all wrong."

"This iron ore has more impurities than our clan's. Refining it? It's more like refining scrap iron."

"This medicinal herb is so bad that even pigs wouldn't eat it, how dare you put it up for sale?"

He finally glanced at the piece of Netherworld Black Iron, his eyes lighting up, but he still spoke with disdain: "Netherworld Black Iron? Could it be just dyed ordinary iron ore?"

Su Ning said coldly, "Zhao Youqian, if you want to fight, just say so!"

Yan Chuan's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

Murong Zhuo's golden longsword also began to glow.

Gu Chenguang silently set up a tripping trap under his feet.

Zhao Youqian took a step back, but his words were still sharp: "Hey, hey, you want to fight just because you can't win an argument? Let me tell you, I don't fight with poor bastards!"

He knew the Sword Sect was powerful, so he only dared to mock them but not to actually fight them.

This is his survival wisdom: sharp-tongued but valuing his life.

When Zhao Youqian saw me, his eyes lit up: "Oh, you brought a little kid with you? It's so pitiful that he's out here making a living at such a young age. Why don't you come to our Qingyun Sect? Our sect is rich, and we have meat to eat every day."

I looked at him without saying anything.

Zhao Youqian: "What, are you mute?"

Me: "What's your name?"

Zhao Youqian: "Zhao Youqian! Inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect!"

I nodded: "Oh, so you're very rich?"

Zhao Youqian proudly declared, "Of course! My family owns a spirit mine!"

I immediately flashed a sweet smile: "Wow, amazing! No wonder Senior Brother Rich is so handsome, and his clothes are so nice too. He must be rich."

Zhao Youqian was a little smug: "Of course!"

I cupped my face in my hands: "That rich senior must be the kind of person who never asks the price when buying things, right? My dad says that's how truly important people are!"

Zhao Youqian was completely smug: "Of course!"

Me: "Well... would you like to take a look at our Netherworld Profound Iron, Senior Brother?"