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

Late night

I secretly slipped down the mountain.

Without disturbing the senior students, they were too excited about counting money today and went to bed early.

I walked down the mountain to a secluded spot and took out the Demon Realm Token that my father had given me from my storage ring.

My father once said that the token can be activated when there is danger.

I infused a wisp of magic into the token.

Although I am only half demonic, I still possess magical power.

The token lit up.

It emitted a faint black light.

A moment later, a wisp of black mist surged from the ground and condensed into a human shape in the air.

He is a demon.

It has horns on its head, bluish-gray skin, red eyes, and wears a black cloak.

He immediately knelt on one knee: "Greetings, Your Highness."

Me: "...Who are you?"

Demon: "I am a secret guard placed in the cultivation world by the Demon Lord, responsible for protecting the little princess's safety."

Me: "My dad arranged this?"

"Yes."

"How come I didn't know?"

"The Demon Lord said... he will appear naturally when you need him."

I:"……"

My dad, who's illiterate, actually made this kind of arrangement?

I thought he would only complain about being poor, but I didn't expect him to be so thoughtful.

I cleared my throat: "What's your name?"

Demon: "I have no name, my code name is 'Shadow Seven'."

"Shadow Seven, do two things for me."

"Please give your orders, little princess."

"First, tell my dad: I haven't found my mother, but I'm doing well, so he shouldn't worry."

"Yes."

"Secondly, have my brother send me some Netherworld Iron Ore."

Shadow Seven was stunned: "Netherworld Profound Iron Ore?"

I nodded: "Yes, I've discovered that this thing is quite valuable in the cultivation world. I'm planning to exchange it for some spirit stones to supplement my household income."

Ying Qi was silent for a moment, then said, "Little Princess... actually, the Netherworld Profound Iron is valuable in the cultivation world, and it was the young master who orchestrated it."

I blinked. "What do you mean?"

Yingqi lowered his head: "Young Master said that the Demon Realm is too poor, so we need to develop exports to generate foreign exchange."

"But there's just too much Netherworld Iron in the Demon Realm; even if you mine it, it won't fetch a good price."

"So the young master controlled the production of Netherworld Profound Iron, allowing us to release a small amount into the black market of the cultivation world every month to drive up the price, and then sell it slowly."

Ying Qi paused for a moment, then said, "He said it's called 'hunger marketing,' and he learned it in the mortal realm."

I:"…………"

Good guy.

My mining buddy is actually a business genius?

Ying Qi pulled a storage bag from his robes: "If the little princess needs it, here are a few tons. Please take it and use it first. If it's not enough, I'll go back to the Demon Realm to get more."

I took the bag and probed it with my divine sense.

Inside, there was a small, dark hill that gleamed with an eerie light.

It really is several tons!

That's enough for me to cover the entire Heavenly Sword Sect in black.

Me: "...That's enough."

Shadow Seven: "Does the little princess have any other instructions?"

Me: "That's all. You can go back now."

"Yes."

Shadow Seven transformed into black mist and disappeared underground.

They come without a trace and go without a trace.

Like magic.

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I returned to the cave and stuffed the storage bag under my pillow.

Staring blankly at the cave ceiling.

Several tons of ore.

That's enough for me to sell for a lifetime.

That's enough for the senior brothers to upgrade a hundred swords.

Not right either.

I started counting on my fingers:

A fist-sized piece of Netherworld Iron sells for one hundred mid-grade spirit stones.

However, the Netherworld Iron is very heavy; a fist-sized piece weighs about 100 pounds.

Therefore, one pound of Netherworld Iron is equal to one mid-grade spirit stone.

One ton is two thousand catties.

A few tons... let's say five tons.

Five tons is ten thousand jin.

Ten thousand catties is equivalent to ten thousand mid-grade spirit stones.

Converted to high-grade spirit stones, that's a full one hundred.

I have never seen a high-grade spirit stone.

It is said that a single high-grade spirit stone is enough for an ordinary person to cultivate for a year.

One hundred... I'm rich!

But here is the problem.

How can we give so much Netherworld Iron to our senior brothers?

If I take it out directly, it will definitely arouse suspicion.

We need to come up with a reasonable excuse.

such as……

"I found it in the back hill"?

No, the back mountain has been thoroughly dug up by the senior brothers, and there isn't even a decent piece of iron ore.

"I dug it up while I was sleepwalking"?

The senior students aren't stupid.

Sigh, this is really difficult.

and many more.

My brother has driven up the price of ore so high. If I sell this batch of ore, will it disrupt the market?

Will my brother go bankrupt?

Will the Heavenly Sword Sect be held accountable by the Demon Realm?

I was thinking about something when I got too sleepy and fell asleep.

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Early the next morning.

I was still asleep when my senior classmates woke me up.

"Junior Sister! Wake up! Good news!"

Su Ning rushed into my cave, holding up a communication talisman and gesturing wildly.

Yan Chuan followed behind, his hands trembling with excitement.

Murong Zhuo and Gu Chenguang also gathered around, their eyes shining.

I got up with dark circles under my eyes: "What's wrong?"

Su Ning noticed my dark circles: "Junior sister, didn't you sleep well?"

I nodded: "I had a nightmare."

Yan Chuan: "What nightmare?"

I recalled: "I dreamt that we were so poor that we couldn't even afford steamed buns, and we could only eat dirt."

The senior students fell silent.

His expression suggested that a sore spot had been touched.

Su Ning coughed and said, "Um...no, junior sister, we've struck it rich!"

He shoved a communication talisman in front of me: "Second Senior Brother has replied!"

Me: "Second Senior Brother?"

Is that the young master Fu who searched for a mine for three years?

Yan Chuan excitedly said, "He discovered Netherworld Profound Iron Ore at the border of the Demon Realm! He even sent over a lot of ore! A full three thousand catties!"

Murong Zhuo: "The purity is extremely high! It can sell for 30 high-grade spirit stones!"

Gu Chenguang: "You heard me right, it's top-grade!"

Me: "...Huh?"

Second Senior Brother?

Fu Shao, who searched for a mine for three years?

He found the Netherworld Iron Ore?

They even sent three thousand catties?

I received five tons last night, and my second brother sent three thousand catties early this morning.

Didn't Shadow Seven say that my brother controlled the production of Netherworld Iron?

Is it...

My brother and my second senior brother know each other?

impossible.

My brother mines in the demon realm, while my second senior brother searches for minerals in the immortal cultivation world—they have absolutely nothing in common.

unless……

My brother is the second senior brother?

No, my brother's name is Fu Yan, and my second senior brother's name is Fu Shao. They have different names.

Moreover, my brother is a demon, and my second senior brother is a sword cultivator; they are different races.

coincidence.

It must be a coincidence.

I composed myself and asked, "Where's Second Brother's letter?"

Yan Chuan handed me the letter.

I took the letter. Although I couldn't read all the characters, I still had to pretend.

The content is roughly as follows:

"Brothers, I've discovered a small Netherworld Iron vein at the border of the Demon Realm. I've mined several thousand kilograms and will send it back first. You can sell it to get spirit stones for Junior Sister's cultivation. I'll continue searching for more mines and send more when I find some. —Young Master Fu"

There was also a crooked signature at the bottom.

As I looked at this letter, something felt off.

But I can't put it into words.

Su Ning was still excitedly saying, "With this Netherworld Profound Iron, we can buy you a lot of Qi Cultivation Pills! Enough for you to cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage!"

Me: "...Hmm."

Seeing the excited faces of my senior classmates, I quietly stuffed the storage bag under my pillow a little deeper.

Forget it.

There's no need to take it out.

It's hard to say.

You can't exactly say, "I summoned a demon last night, and it gave me tons of it," can you?

My fellow disciples might arrest me as a spy from the demon race.

Although I am indeed a demon, half a demon!

Let's keep these tons of ore as reserve funds.

What if it goes bankrupt again in the future?