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

the next day.

I am currently practicing body tempering and consolidating my cultivation on the mountainside platform.

The senior brothers were brandishing their swords on the side.

Dust flew everywhere, sword energy crisscrossed, and the scene was spectacular.

Then, a white figure flew in from the horizon.

He carried a huge sack, his sword-wielding posture elegant and graceful, exuding a somewhat otherworldly air.

It was that sack...

The wind blows.

An indescribable smell wafted over.

It was a very complex smell, somewhat like decaying leaves, somewhat like fermented medicinal herbs, and somewhat like...

I sniffed.

Yes, like the bat guano accumulated over many years deep in the mines of the Demon Realm.

Su Ning was the first to react: "It's the Grand Elder!"

I thought to myself: Oh, so this is the Grand Elder Wen Zhiya who works at the Yuling Sect.

He's quite handsome.

The senior students excitedly surrounded him.

Yan Chuan: "Elder, you're back."

Murong Zhuo: "Elder, you must be tired from your journey."

Gu Chenguang pinched his nose: "Elder, did you fall into a cesspool?!"

Elder Wen Zhiya landed steadily, slammed the sack on the ground, and glared at Gu Chenguang:

"What a cesspool! This is the essence of a spirit beast!"

"Those spirit beasts of the Spirit Control Sect eat only spirit herbs and fruits; even their excrement is imbued with spiritual energy!"

"From now on, when we plant medicinal herbs on the back mountain, we'll use this as fertilizer, and they'll grow incredibly fast!"

Everyone fell silent.

Yan Chuan whispered, "Elder, you stole spirit beast droppings..."

Wen Zhiya retorted confidently, "What stealing! This is called resource reuse!"

I hid behind my senior brother, trying hard to suppress my laughter.

Wen Zhiya had already pushed through the crowd and walked up to me.

He squatted down and looked me over: "Little Pin'er?"

I nodded: "Greetings, Elder."

He looked her up and down, becoming more and more satisfied: "Good, good, good! It's a beautiful doll!"

Then, he grasped my hand and inserted a wisp of spiritual energy into it.

Three breaths later, his expression gradually became excited.

Five breaths later, his eyes began to glow.

"A Chaotic Spiritual Root!" He lowered his voice, but couldn't contain his elation. "It really is a Chaotic Spiritual Root! My Heavenly Sword Sect is about to prosper!"

He took a jade talisman from his pocket and put it in my hand.

"A gift to greet you, capable of withstanding an attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator."

He then took out a bag of spirit pet fur and tossed it to Su Ning.

"I saved it to groom the spirit beasts, and to knit sweaters for Xiao Pin'er."

He then tossed another bag of spirit beast food to Yan Chuan.

"Use this to lure monsters, and you'll catch them every time. The more monsters you kill, the more money you make."

He tossed yet another bag of spirit herbs to Murong Zhuo.

"I took it from the spirit beast's mouth, cleaned it up, and gave it to the second brother to use for alchemy when he comes back."

He then pulled out another bag of spirit stones and tossed it to Gu Chenguang.

"I'll use the wages I've saved to support my junior sister."

The senior students carried bags of various colors, their expressions complex.

Suning's eyes were a little red.

Yan Chuan pursed his lips seriously.

Murong Zhuo rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Gu Chenguang frantically wrote down the gifts given by the Grand Elder in his notebook:

—Protective Jade Amulet x1

—Several Spirit Stones

—A quantity of spiritual herbs

— Several Spirit Pet Fur

—Several Spirit Beast Foods

—Note: The Grand Elder is so kind!

Wen Zhiya gave his senior brothers a few more instructions, which were nothing more than "keep it a secret," "keep a low profile," and "don't let anyone know."

Then he touched my head, his rough palms calloused.

"Little Pin'er, cultivate diligently."

"There's still work to be done at the Spirit Control Sect. I need to hurry back, or my wages will be docked."

I nodded.

He flew away on his sword.

A faint trail of... poop smell was left behind.

Su Ning held the bag of spirit stones and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he sighed, "The Grand Elder has it tough too."

I gripped the jade talisman tightly in my hand.

very warm.

Like the candy my senior brother gave me.

I secretly swore in my heart:

Once I become stronger, I will definitely make sure my senior brothers live a good life!

This will save the Grand Elder from having to shovel poop anymore!

This will stop the Second Elder from secretly learning techniques!

This will save the Third Elder from having to collect monk robes anymore!

Let Pigsy continue prospecting for minerals; it seems like it's quite profitable.

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I just made an oath.

Another person fell from the sky.

No, someone flew down.

This time it's a middle-aged man who looks somewhat otherworldly.

He was wearing a drab Taoist robe with several burn holes in it.

The senior students then gathered around.

"Second Elder!"

I thought to myself: Oh, so it's Elder Jingyuan, the second elder who works as a fire worker in the alchemy room of the Qingyun Sect.

He looks quite refined, like a scholar.

Elder Jingyuan waved his hand, signaling his fellow disciples to make way.

Then he walked straight toward me.

Squat down.

Examine closely.

His eyes gradually became excited.

"Let me take a look." He grasped my hand and probed in with a wisp of spiritual energy.

Three breaths later, his eyes lit up.

Five breaths later, his expression changed from shock to ecstasy.

He laughed loudly, "Hahahaha~~ Those blind fools from the Qingyun Sect! Five-elemental-root trash? This is a Chaos-elemental root! The legendary Chaos-elemental root!"

He laughed until tears almost streamed down his face: "They missed out! They missed out!"

I was a little confused by his laughter.

Su Ning leaned closer: "Second Elder, why are you back?"

Elder Jingyuan stopped smiling and glanced at him sideways: "You sent a message saying that Junior Sister has reached Foundation Establishment, so how could I not come back to see her?"

Yan Chuan scratched his head: "Weren't you supposed to be working?"

Elder Jingyuan waved his hand: "Taking leave only means half a day's pay will be deducted. It's worth it!"

He took out a jade pendant from his pocket.

The jade pendant is warm and smooth, with intricate patterns engraved on it, and a faint sense of spiritual energy flowing through it.

It was stuffed into my hand.

"A small gift. Enough to block a strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Then he took out a cloth bag and threw it to Suning.

"I've collected these pills to nourish my junior sister."

He then took out another cloth bag and tossed it to Yan Chuan.

"Medicinal herbs, I will teach you how to refine pills when I return."

He then took out another cloth bag and tossed it to Murong Zhuo.

"The pill formula was copied; don't let the Qingyun Sect know."

He then took out another cloth bag and tossed it to Gu Chenguang.

"This... uh, it's charcoal collected in the kitchen, used for heating in winter."

Gu Chenguang took the charcoal, his expression complex.

I looked at the jade pendant in my hand, then at the Second Elder: "Second Elder, weren't you a cook at the Qingyun Sect? How did you accumulate so many things?"

Elder Jingyuan chuckled, "What's wrong with being a fire worker? Fire work is a skill! If I'm good at tending fires, even the elders in the alchemy room treat me with great respect! It's not unreasonable to casually take some medicinal herbs and pill formulas, is it?"

Me: "...Just doing it casually?"

Elder Jingyuan: "Just doing it as a matter of convenience."

Me: "Would you like some?"

Elder Jingyuan: "Sure."

The senior students remained silent.

I remained silent.

After a long pause, Su Ning whispered, "Second Elder, are you... stealing?"

Elder Jingyuan glared: "What stealing! This is called resource redistribution! Qingyun Sect is so rich, what's wrong with sharing some with us?"

The senior students fell silent again.

Elder Jingyuan added a few more instructions: "Take good care of Xiao Pin'er, and don't let anyone know that she has a Chaos Spiritual Root. I'll keep an eye on things at Qingyun Sect, and send a message if there's any news."

He turned to leave.

I suddenly remembered something: "Second Elder, do you know that the Qingyun Sect Master has emerged from seclusion?"

Elder Jingyuan was taken aback: "That girl Qingmeng? No, she's still in seclusion."

Me: "Why do you call her 'girl'?"

Elder Jingyuan smiled: "Our Sword Sect and the Qingyun Sect have a good relationship among the older generation. When Qingmeng was little, she often visited the Sword Sect with her master. That girl is a genius and she even secretly learned a lot of our Sword Sect's sword techniques."

He stroked his beard, a nostalgic look on his face, and recalled, "She was only this tall back then."

He gestured to my waist, "wearing two little pigtails, always following me around shouting 'Brother Jingyuan, teach me swordsmanship.'"

I:"……"

Brother Jingyuan?

I look at Elder Jingyuan now, looking like a middle-aged Taoist, and then I imagine what he looked like when he was young.

It's hard to imagine.

But since he can call someone "little girl," it's normal for him to be called "brother."

After all, in the world of cultivation, age is the least valuable thing.

My father is over 3,000 years old, my brother is 108 years old, and I am only 3 years and 3 months old.

By all accounts, my dad should call Elder Jingyuan "little brother"?

This relationship is too complicated; I don't intend to think about it too much.

However~

My mother visited the Heavenly Sword Sect when she was a child and even learned their swordsmanship. Does that mean I count...?

Inheriting the mother's business?

Elder Jingyuan looked down at me: "Why are you asking her?"

I remained expressionless: "Curious. I've heard she's the most beautiful woman in the cultivation world."

Elder Jingyuan laughed heartily: "Cultivate well, and we'll have a chance to meet again in the future."

He patted my head again, then flew away on his sword.

It left behind a burnt smell.