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

breakfast.

Yan Chuan made millet porridge with pickled vegetables, simple but comforting.

I held the bowl and drank slowly, sip by sip, because my hands were still shaking.

I swung my sword yesterday.

Wen Zhiya sent another message to Wei Cangxuan.

The communication talisman lit up briefly, then a cold, emotionless voice came through:

"The user you are calling is outside the spiritual realm's coverage area, and a spiritual connection could not be established. Please try again later. *beep*"

The cafeteria was quiet.

The "beep" echoed in the cafeteria for a long time, like a period or an ellipsis.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Suning tilted his head: "Bad signal?"

Yan Chuan scratched his head: "Is the bad signal a problem with the sea or with the sect leader?"

Murong Zhuo thought for a moment: "Perhaps the seawater is too deep, and the signal can't get through."

I raised my hand: "How deep is the water in Beihai Park?"

Gu Chenguang flipped through the notebook:

"According to the Records of the Immortal Cultivation World, the deepest part of the North Sea is about 84,000 feet. The water temperature is below zero degrees Celsius all year round, and the water pressure can crush the protective qi of a Golden Core cultivator. The demonic beasts living inside are at least mid-level, and even a Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to come out after entering."

Elder Wen Zhiya put away the communication talisman.

"Forget it. There's no use worrying about the sect leader's affairs."

Jing Yuan said from the side:

"I wonder how the sect leader of Jinwei Sect is doing. We finally managed to capture one alive, don't let him escape."

Elder Wen Zhiya shook his head:

"He definitely ran away. The sect leader is being chased by two Mahayana cultivators, how could he have time to care about him? If no one is watching him, wouldn't he run away? Would he stay there waiting for the Myriad Immortals Alliance to invite him to dinner?"

Elder Wangji chanted a Buddhist prayer.

"Eat your food. Don't worry about what's going on outside. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up, and if the tall ones can't hold it up anymore, there are even taller ones."

Then the three of them buried their heads in their porridge at the same time.

They drank with great seriousness, as if they were completing a sacred task.

The Heavenly Sword Sect's tradition: If the sky falls, eat first.

…………

Although Wei Cangxuan's communication talisman could not be connected.

But the three elders' communication talismans can.

Before the bowl was even put down, the three elders' communication talismans exploded.

The Wanxian Alliance sent out a group message.

One after another, each one more explosive than the last.

Article 1: The seal on the Desolate Wasteland has been broken, and a large number of evil cultivators have escaped.

Article 2: Heretical practitioners from the Mahayana period have also emerged.

Article 3: Ancestor Murong was injured; a Mahayana cultivator was injured by another Mahayana cultivator.

Article 4: Patriarch Situ was also injured, it was a battle between two Mahayana cultivators.

Article 5: Ancestor Shangguan and Ancestor Ouyang were more severely injured because they were both at the Integration Stage. For someone at the Mahayana Stage to fight someone at the Integration Stage is like an adult hitting a child; they're lucky if they're even alive.

Article Six: The four patriarchs risked their lives to reinforce the seal, forcing the escaped Mahayana heretics back inside. Only a little over a hundred managed to escape in the chaos.

Yes, more than a hundred, called "that's all".

I've finished reading all six messages.

The cafeteria was quiet for a moment.

Then the three elders spoke at the same time, in unison.

"This performance was excellent."

Elder Wen Zhiya picked up a piece of pickled vegetables: "Of course. The Mahayana stage ancestor is performing himself, the Integration stage ancestor is playing a supporting role, the Desolate Land is the stage, and even the injured poses are all prepared."

Elder Jingyuan swallowed a mouthful of porridge: "Never mind how long the script took to write. It's a fact that more than a hundred evil cultivators escaped. It's a fact that the seal was broken. It's a fact that the four patriarchs were injured and went into seclusion. As for how these facts happened, who did them, and why they happened so coincidentally, no one asks, and no one dares to ask."

Wangji chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Every fact is laid out on the table, every fact is irrefutable, and every fact points in the same direction: Chase after heretical cultivators, not us."

The cafeteria fell silent for a moment.

I raised my hand: "These escaped heretical cultivators are so powerful, how did they end up being imprisoned back then?"

The three elders looked at me at the same time.

His eyes seemed to say: Child, you are still too young.

Elder Wen Zhiya picked up another bite of pickled vegetables:

"They didn't run away, they were released."

Elder Jingyuan added, his tone as if explaining "why steamed buns are white":

"It's like your senior brother eating your candy. Whether he 'stole it' or 'tested it to see if it was poisoned,' only the person who ate the candy knows."

I nodded.

Oh, I understand.

The candy is gone. I don't know who ate it, but it certainly wasn't me.

Elder Wangji concluded:

"One thing is certain. Since they were 'released,' they must have a mission. In any case, they won't go to the mortal world to open a shop selling tofu pudding. Tofu pudding doesn't make money."

Elder Wen Zhiya put down his bowl, stood up, and patted his robes.

"As one of the five major sects, the Heavenly Sword Sect must send someone. I'll go. You all stay in the sect and keep an eye on Little Pin'er."

Elder Jingyuan frowned: "You're going alone? What if you encounter a powerful evil cultivator? You're only at the Nascent Soul stage, how many can you defeat?"

Elder Wen Zhiya said unhurriedly:

"It's alright. I've been shoveling shit in the Spirit Control Sect for decades. I haven't learned anything else, but I've certainly honed my reflexes. When spirit beasts go berserk, they're far more terrifying than evil cultivators; they can overturn the whole pot of shit in one fell swoop."

Elder Jingyuan opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Then I opened my mouth and asked, "Can I skip the extra practice today?"

Elder Wen Zhiya glanced at me.

That look in his eyes said, "You wish!"

"Not a single day can be missed. Gu Chenguang, record her extra training progress. If she misses a day, your wages will be deducted when she gets back."

Gu Chenguang said expressionlessly, "I have no wages."

Elder Wen Zhiya changed his mind: "Then I'll deduct one steamed bun from your pay. One steamed bun for every day you don't practice extra."

Gu Chenguang immediately replied, "Yes!"

I:"…………"

"Elder, when will you be back?"

"We'll be back after we've made the arrests."

"What if we can't catch them all?"

"...Then come back after you've caught them all."

After saying that, he flew away on his sword.

The sword light flashed across the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

It flew very fast, much faster than usual, probably because it wanted to finish its work as soon as possible and come back.

I looked in the direction where the sword light disappeared and sighed.

Hey, an old man in the Nascent Soul stage, after shoveling shit for so many years, finally returned to his sect to enjoy a few days of peace, and now he has to go out to catch evil cultivators again.

When will this ever end?

Elder Wangji, wanting to know what I was thinking, patted my head and said, "When your fist is bigger than the sect leader's."

I looked at my little fist.

"...How long do I have to wait?"

Elder Wangji thought for a moment: "At your current cultivation speed... about a hundred years. If you're lucky."

"What if I'm just unlucky?"

"Then a hundred years."

"...Isn't it all the same? So what's the difference between good luck and bad luck?"

Elder Yao shook her head: "I don't know. When your luck is good, it will naturally improve."

"..."

I think that statement is equivalent to saying nothing at all.

But I also felt that this sentence said something very important.

It's like a steamed bun; eating it is the same as not eating it, and not eating it is the same as eating it. But eating it is eating it, and not eating it is not eating it.

Very philosophical.

But I'm only three and a half years old, so I can't figure it out yet.

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That evening.

Gu Chenguang opened his notebook and wrote down what had happened that day.

—Heavenly Sword Sect's latest news:

—Elder Wen Zhiya: Let's set off to capture the evil cultivators. One man, one sword.

—Note: I hope he can win the fight, and if he can't, I hope he can at least outrun it.

Elder Jingyuan: Stay behind. Continue refining pills.

—Elder Wangji: Stay behind. Continue sweeping.

—Junior Sister: Keep practicing.

—Junior Sister's Practice Diary:

—My legs shook three times while I was doing horse stance today, and Suning hit my calves three times.

—When we were running on the mountain, I ran too slowly and Yan Chuan chased after me and spanked my butt twice.

—When he swung his sword, his posture was wrong, and Murong Zhuo hit the back of his hand five times with a peach blossom branch.

—She screamed seven times while taking a medicinal bath, each scream louder than the last.

—My senior brother struck the wooden fish three times while I was meditating.

She was asleep, but pretended to be listening the whole time.

—Further note: Today's situation is dire. To be continued tomorrow.