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

The meeting has just ended.

The grid has just disappeared.

The three elders had just breathed a sigh of relief.

The communication array lit up again.

However, this time, instead of forcing his way into the Wanxian Alliance's full channel, he only opened the Tianjian Sect's private channel.

Wei Cangxuan sent back a portrait.

It hangs above the communication array.

The portrait depicts a middle-aged man with a long, thin face, triangular eyes, and a goatee; he doesn't look like a good person at all.

She has that kind of face that makes you look like she's stealing something when she walks.

"I forgot to mention, I found a middleman."

Wei Cangxuan's voice came from the communication talisman, carrying a hint of the cooking fumes of the Food God Sect. He probably sent it while waiting for the food to be served.

"Sect Master of Jinwei Sect. Nascent Soul Great Perfection."

"Over the years, letters have been exchanged between the two realms."

"When people from the cultivation world sought him out, he secretly infiltrated the demon realm to deliver a message. When people from the demon realm sought him out, he secretly infiltrated the cultivation world to deliver a message."

"He delivered goods to both ends for decades, earning decades of errand fees. The other party even promised to help him upgrade to the Nascent Soul stage afterward."

"At first, he didn't know exactly who the people from the cultivation world were. They always came to Jinwei Sect to find him. He was the one who ran errands."

"He only knew that the other party's cultivation level was very high, so high that he dared not look up at him."

"Every time someone came, he would kneel to receive the letter. It wasn't that he was cowardly, but the other party's intimidation made him unable to stand up."

"Later on, those people got too lazy to go to Jinwei Sect to pick up the letters, so they had him deliver them to their door. The destination of each letter from the cultivation world was within the territory of those few hidden families."

"As for which ones, you can probably guess even with your toes, right?"

The three elders exchanged a glance.

The toes had an idea, but the mouth couldn't speak it.

Elder Wen Zhiya frowned: "A Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, acting as a messenger just to ascend to the Divine Transformation realm? Ascending to the Divine Transformation realm isn't like holding a court session; you can't just run errands like that!"

Elder Jingyuan nodded: "The key question is, can they deliver on their promises, or are they just making empty promises?"

A slurping sound came from Wei Cangxuan's side, like he was drinking soup.

"Who knows? But the step from the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage to the Deity Transformation stage is one that some people may not be able to cross even after hundreds of years. If someone is willing to lend a hand, of course they are. We haven't finished the trial yet. I'll eat first. We'll continue the trial after I finish eating."

The three elders exchanged another glance.

Just as Elder Wen Zhiya was about to say something more, I raised my hand.

"I've seen this person before."

The three elders looked at me at the same time.

My fellow students also looked at me.

I thought about it and organized my thoughts:

"Here's what happened. On the first day, when I was climbing from the inner perimeter of Black Wind Valley in the Demon Realm to the outer perimeter, I encountered this cultivator. He even climbed with me."

Elder Wen Zhiya was taken aback: "Climbing together?"

I nodded: "Yes. We'll climb Black Wind Valley. He'll follow me."

"After leaving Black Wind Valley, he was extremely excited, saying, 'I saved at least fifty spirit stones on protective talismans!' Then he left happily."

I paused for a moment, then said, "But he didn't say thank you."

Elder Wen Zhiya fell silent.

Elder Jingyuan remained silent.

Elder Wangji remained silent.

The senior students also fell silent.

To save fifty spirit stones on a protective talisman, a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage crawled on the ground alongside a three-year-old child through Black Wind Valley.

How poor must they be?

How stingy do they have to be?

How ruthless must one be to oneself?

Elder Wen Zhiya spoke first, his voice filled with a sense of mutual appreciation: "This is probably... about as poor as our Heavenly Sword Sect."

Elder Jingyuan nodded: "Pretty stingy."

Elder Wangji chanted a Buddhist prayer: "That's about right."

The three elders fell silent again.

That silence contained a complex mix of emotions: "We're the same kind of people" and "It's a little embarrassing to talk about this."

After regaining my senses...

Elder Wen Zhiya asked, "Sect Master, should we report this person to the Myriad Immortals Alliance?"

"Report it?" Wei Cangxuan's voice came from the communication talisman, carrying an impatient tone of "report it my ass."

"So what happened after the report was submitted? The Myriad Immortals Alliance sent people to pick them up?"

"It's estimated that they were silenced on the way to the Myriad Immortals Alliance."

"Those old men's knives are much faster than your swords."

"I'll conduct the trial myself. We'll talk after I'm done."

Wen Zhiya then asked, "Sect Leader, have you found any evidence against the four major families?"

"Found it. But it's not enough."

"Not enough what?"

"Not enough to bring them down. Not enough to convince the Myriad Immortals Alliance. Not enough to get those fence-sitters to take sides."

As he spoke, Wei Cangxuan lowered his voice, "Those old fogies have been operating in the cultivation world for thousands of years, their influence is deeply entrenched. This little bit of evidence in our hands will at most make them frown. After they frown, they'll go back to what they were doing."

Jing Yuan sighed.

Just then, Wei Cangxuan suddenly cursed.

Holy crap!

The sound was so loud that the communication array shook three times.

The three elders sat up straight at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Elder Jingyuan asked.

Wei Cangxuan exclaimed in surprise, "Two Mahayana stage cultivators are chasing me!"

The three elders' expressions changed.

His face turned even paler than Xie Qianjue's had just been.

Elder Wen Zhiya's voice cracked: "No, how did you get involved with a Mahayana assassin? Weren't you eating at the Food God Sect?"

Elder Jingyuan asked in bewilderment, "We were chased right after we finished eating? Is the food at the Food God Sect really that expensive? Do we have to pay with our lives for it?"

Elder Wangji chanted a Buddhist prayer: "The cost of this meal is far too high. One bowl of noodles is worth two Mahayana stage cultivators chasing after you. The gold content of these noodles is even higher than that of gold dust."

"How would I know?" Wei Cangxuan's voice carried a frustrated tone of "I'm totally clueless too." "I just finished eating noodles and was ambushed as soon as I stepped outside. Two of them! Mahayana cultivators! I'm only at the Integration stage! Don't they have any shame?"

Elder Wangji chanted the Buddhist mantra again, this time with a heavy tone, as if he were mourning.

"Look at you, you've really made a scene today. Making everyone in the entire Immortal Alliance guess what a three-and-a-half-year-old with a Chaos Spiritual Root can do, what's the difference between that and naming names? Those sect leaders and elders aren't stupid, they'll understand as soon as they hear it."

Wei Cangxuan retorted, "I'm stating the facts! The Chaos Spiritual Root can indeed refine destiny! This is written in ancient texts, not something I made up!"

Elder Wen Zhiya sighed, "You can't say that in front of so many people! You could have just told us privately, instead of bringing it up at the meeting."

Elder Jingyuan added insult to injury: "You said it, and then you swore. You swore, and you swore so horribly. And not only that, you... what else did you do?"

There was a moment of silence on Wei Cangxuan's end: "...I also had them reimburse the spirit stones used for the communication array."

Elder Wangji chanted the Buddhist prayer for the third time: "Look at you, you've gotten yourself into this mess over a few spirit stones."

Wei Cangxuan retorted, "It's not just a few. I've calculated it. This meeting alone cost the Heavenly Sword Sect twelve mid-grade spirit stones. Twelve! That's enough for Xiao Pin'er to eat pills for three days! Enough for Yan Chuan to buy thirty bags of flour! Enough for Murong Zhuo to buy three hundred new mirrors!"

Murong Zhuo whispered to himself, "I don't need that many mirrors."

No one cares about him.

Wei Cangxuan's voice continued to come from the communication talisman, carrying a stubborn "I did the right thing" attitude: "Twelve mid-grade spirit stones in exchange for two Mahayana stage cultivators chasing after me. This deal is not a loss."

"Isn't this a loss?" Wen Zhiya's voice changed. "Two Mahayana cultivators chasing after one Nascent Soul cultivator, and you call that a loss?"

"They're the ones who suffered." Wei Cangxuan's voice carried a hint of smugness:

"You've been chasing me for eight hundred years and still haven't caught up, and you won't catch up today either."

"They're wasting their time, and I'm wasting theirs. Time is like a precious stone; they've lost out big time."

"That's all. I'm running now."

The communication talisman went out.

The hall was quiet for a moment.

Wen Zhiya looked at the cucumber in his hand; the cucumber was already broken.

I don't know when it broke.

Around the time the sect leader shouted "Holy crap!"