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

a long time.

Su Ning spoke, her tone carrying a calmness that came with habit.

"It's alright. Even a Mahayana cultivator can't catch up with the sect leader. When the sect leader runs, even he himself can't catch up with him."

Yan Chuan nodded: "It is said that the sect leader was once surrounded and killed by eight top experts. After he ran away, he turned around and said, 'You are too slow.' After saying that, he waited for a while until they caught up, and then said again, 'Still too slow,' and then continued running."

Murong Zhuo added, "Anyone who can catch up with the sect leader is probably not even born yet. Even if they are born, they're not grown up yet. Even if they grow up, they haven't started chasing him yet. Even if they start chasing him, they won't be able to catch up. Even if they do catch up... it's because the sect leader deliberately let them catch up, wanting to see what they look like."

Gu Chenguang looked at me and concluded, "You should learn from the sect leader."

I nodded.

Learn from the sect leader.

They should strive to catch up with those who run faster than those in the Mahayana stage.

Elder Wen Zhiya stood up, dusted off his robes, and resumed his dignified demeanor as the Grand Elder:

"Meeting adjourned. Go back to what you were doing."

"Yan Chuan, go cook."

"Su Ning, go practice your swordsmanship."

"Murong Zhuo, go wipe your sword, don't wipe your face. Your face is already shiny enough. If you wipe it any more, it will reflect light, and we won't need to light a lamp at night."

Murong Zhuo blinked her peach blossom eyes, wanting to refute, but then closed her mouth again.

Elder Wen Zhiya continued calling out names: "Gu Chenguang, go and keep the accounts. Shen Qingchen, you continue to be a bricklayer, move wherever you are needed."

Shen Qingchen nodded: "I'm going to practice my sword."

Elder Wen Zhiya looked at me.

"Little Lin."

"Um?"

"Go do extra practice."

"……oh."

I stood up, dusted off my skirt, and walked towards the sword-practice plaza.

They walked to the door, then stopped.

"Elder."

"Um?"

"Will the sect leader be alright?"

Elder Wen Zhiya glanced at me.

There was no hesitation or perfunctoriness in his eyes, only a very certain, unwavering certainty, as if he had calculated it many times.

"Yes, he will. He's been on the run for 2,800 years and has never been caught. He won't be this time either."

I nodded.

"That's good."

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night.

I just finished eating.

Wen Zhiya was still worried, so he sent another message to Wei Cangxuan.

"Sect Master, did they escape?"

"No. We're still investigating."

The expressions of the three elders simultaneously turned serious for a moment.

Elder Wen Zhiya said, "You've been running all day, and you still haven't escaped? Are those two Mahayana cultivators going head-to-head with you?"

"That's right. I run, they chase. I stop, they chase. I eat, and they're still chasing."

Elder Jingyuan said, "It seems the other side is truly angry this time. They used to give up after chasing for half a day, but this time they've been chasing for a whole day."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "But you were wrong too. Exposing someone's secrets in front of the entire Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance made them lose face, and they'll definitely come after you."

Elder Wangji asked, "Sect Leader, where are you now?"

"I'm in Beihai now."

Elder Wen Zhiya was taken aback: "Running that fast? Traveling from the Food God Sect to the North Sea in a single day? That's tens of thousands of miles away!"

Elder Jingyuan exclaimed, "Sect Master, your speed... is even faster than before. Is it because you've been chased so many times, gaining more experience?"

"Of course." Wei Cangxuan's voice carried a hint of pride. "Every time I'm being chased, my speed increases a little. Over the past two thousand eight hundred years, my escape speed is more than ten times faster than when I was young. Those Mahayana cultivators? Chasing me? They can't even run as fast as I can walk."

Elder Wangji suddenly patted my head and said earnestly, "You must emulate the Sect Leader, understand?"

I nodded.

Yes, I should follow the example of the sect leader.

Learn to run faster, and then curse as you run.

After hurling insults, run away, infuriating the other person.

Wei Cangxuan's voice came through the communication talisman again: "I'm not saying anything more. I'm going to go into the sea to hide first."

As soon as he finished speaking, a "thump" came from the other end of the communication talisman.

Then the signal disappeared.

The remaining three elders looked at the communication talisman, and the communication talisman looked at the three elders.

Then Elder Wen Zhiya spoke again.

"Oh no!"

Elder Jingyuan asked, "What is it now?"

Elder Wen Zhiya frowned: "In order to cure Xiao Wu's spiritual root, the sect leader tricked the North Sea's treasure, the Mingyuan Earth Core Lotus Root."

Jing Yuan paused for a moment, then his face showed an expression that said, "I just remembered that too."

"Oh, right, right. He said it was a 'borrow' at the time. After 'borrowing' it, he never paid it back. He didn't even write an IOU. When the Lord of the North Sea asked him when he would pay it back, he said 'some other day.' And then he never paid it back."

Elder Wangji added, "The Lord of the North Sea and those elders chased him for several years. They couldn't catch up. Later they stopped chasing him, probably because they felt it was a waste of time and they couldn't catch up."

Wen Zhiya looked at the communication talisman in his hand, his expression complex.

"Now the sect leader has delivered himself to our doorstep."

The main hall fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Like a group of bystanders watching their friend walk into a wolf's den but unable to stop him in time.

Elder Wangji recited a passage of the Rebirth Mantra.

He read very slowly and carefully, word by word, as if he were writing a letter to heaven.

After finishing the recitation, he said, "Keep it in mind. It's best if we don't need it. If we do... it's not a loss. Anyway, reciting the Rebirth Mantra doesn't cost any money."

Wen Zhiya & Jing Yuan: "…………"

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something.

It closed again.

What are you saying?

Saying "the sect leader will be fine"?

Actually, I don't know.

Saying "the sect leader runs very fast"?

It was indeed very fast.

Saying "the Rebirth Mantra might not be needed"?

Okay, hopefully I won't need it.

I didn't say anything, silently stood up, and walked towards the sword practice square.

They walked to the door, then stopped.

"Third Elder."

"Um?"

"Can I recite the Rebirth Mantra to myself?"

Elder Wangji glanced at me, his eyes filled with compassion and a seriousness that said, "Your question is very profound."

He thought for a while.

"Yes, you can. But not now. Wait until you're close to death to recite it. Reciting it now is a waste and also bad luck."

"……oh."

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late at night.

The extra training session is finally over.

The more enjoyable it is to watch the excitement during the day, the more miserable it is to practice extra at night.

Fate is indeed a fickle thing; what you laugh at others during the day, others laugh at you at night.

After practicing the horse stance for an hour, my legs trembled like a leaf.

Running ten laps around the mountain makes your lungs feel like bellows.

Swing the sword a thousand times, and your arm aches so much it feels like it doesn't belong to you anymore.

After taking a medicated bath, it smelled so bad it was like falling into a septic tank.

Finally, the eldest disciple will recite the sword manual and its inner techniques.

I almost threw up my dinner from reading it aloud.

It's not because it sounds bad, it's because it's too long.

That cultivation method was longer than the entire Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance's meeting, more convoluted than the sect leader's escape route, and more... than Yan Chuan's ramen...

Never mind, the ramen is pretty good, we can't compare them like that.

Finally, he saw that I was really sleepy, my eyelids were drooping more fiercely than during a meeting of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.

"...Go to sleep."

I suspect he originally wanted to say "hang in there a little longer," but then he saw the look in my eyes...

It was that look in his eyes that said, "If you say one more word, I'll kill myself," and he changed his mind.

I climbed out of the futon, staggered back to the cave, and collapsed onto the bed.

The candy under my pillow poked my face, but I didn't take it out or turn over.

She fell asleep right there, without even having time to cover herself with a blanket.

However, when I woke up the next day, the blankets were covering me properly.

I don't know who built it for me.