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

Elder Jingyuan just left.

Yet another person fell from the sky.

This time it's a chubby monk~

No, he's not a monk, just a middle-aged man wearing a monk's robe.

He's bald, but he doesn't have any tattoos.

He wore a monk's robe, but had a gourd of wine hanging from his waist.

He was still clutching a broom in his hand.

The senior students surrounded them again.

"Third Elder!"

I thought to myself: Oh, so it's that Elder Wangji who sweeps the floor in the Zen temple.

He has a very Buddha-like appearance, with kind eyes and a benevolent face, like a highly enlightened monk.

The Third Elder brought down his sword—no, he flew down on a broomstick.

He jumped off the broom and spotted me immediately.

Then he pushed through the crowd and walked up to 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 glowed.

Five breaths later, his mouth stretched from ear to ear.

Then he released his grip, slapped his thigh, and exclaimed, "As expected of a Chaos Spiritual Root! My Heavenly Sword Sect is about to rise!"

I:"……"

Three elders, three identical procedures...

Was it planned in advance?

Elder Wangji took out a bracelet from his robes and put it on my wrist.

The bracelet is made of wood, warm and smooth, and is engraved with dense scriptures.

"A welcome gift. It will automatically defend itself in case of danger and can withstand an attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator! It also contains a calming spell to help stabilize your cultivation!"

Then he pulled out a neatly stacked pile of monk's robes and threw them to Su Ning.

"These were issued by the Zen sect. If you can't wear them all, take them and alter them. There will be some for each of you."

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

"Buddhist specialties: wooden fish drums, sandalwood, Buddhist scriptures, and consecrated talismans. Take them and exchange them for money."

He then pulled out a bunch of bottles and jars and threw them to Murong Zhuo.

"Spiritual tea, grown in the back mountains of the Buddhist Zen sect. Drinking it can calm the mind and concentrate the spirit, which is beneficial for cultivation."

Finally, he took out a mustard seed bag and threw it to Gu Chenguang.

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

Finally, Elder Wangji clapped his hands and stood up.

He looked at his fellow students, then at me.

"Take good care of Junior Sister," he said. "A Chaos Spiritual Root is a rare find, occurring only once every million years. This is a blessing for the Heavenly Sword Sect."

The senior students nodded.

I held the bracelet and looked up at him: "Third Elder, is it tiring sweeping the floor at the Buddhist Zen Temple?"

Elder Wangji paused for a moment, then smiled.

He smiled warmly, his eyes narrowed into slits.

He said, "It's not hard work; sweeping can calm your mind. As you sweep, you gradually understand yourself."

He paused, then added, "Moreover, the Buddhist Zen sect provides food and lodging, and even issues monks' robes. The ones I've saved up are enough for you to wear for ten years."

I:"……"

He thought to himself: Is the tradition of the Heavenly Sword Sect to work everywhere and collect things?

Elder Wangji gave 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 mounted his broom, waved, and flew away.

It leaves a faint sandalwood scent.

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After Elder Wangji left, I asked my fellow disciples, "Are there many Nascent Soul stage cultivators?"

The senior students exchanged glances.

Su Ning cleared her throat: "Junior Sister, this issue needs to be explained from the beginning."

Yan Chuan moved a stone over and asked me to sit down.

Murong Zhuo took out a twig and started drawing on the ground:

"The cultivation realms are divided into: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, Void Refining, Body Integration, Mahayana, and Tribulation Transcending and Ascension."

He drew and recited as he went, the twigs leaving marks on the ground.

Gu Chenguang opened the book: "It gets harder and harder to cultivate as you go further. Out of ten thousand Qi Refining stages, it's good if one Golden Core is produced, and out of ten thousand Golden Cores, it's good if one Nascent Soul is produced."

He closed the book: "A Nascent Soul stage cultivator is capable of becoming a sect leader. But in our Heavenly Sword Sect, all three elders are at the Nascent Soul stage!"

Finally, he stood up, his face full of pride: "And there's someone even more powerful! Our sect leader is at the Nascent Soul stage! The sect leader with the highest cultivation among the five major sects!"

I counted on my fingers.

My father is over three thousand years old and is a demon lord.

What realm in the cultivation world is equivalent to the Demon Lord?

I do not know.

But I think it must be higher than the Nascent Soul stage!

After all, the three elders were all at the Nascent Soul stage, so they had to address my father as "senior."

I snapped out of my reverie and continued listening to the lecture.

Su Ning said, "The defensive magic artifact that the three elders gave you can withstand an attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator, which means that their cultivation and essence are incorporated into it."

Yan Chuan added, "This kind of magical artifact is very time-consuming and mentally taxing to make, and it's not cheap either."

Murong Zhuo nodded: "Most importantly, it will cost at least a hundred years of cultivation."

I looked at the wooden bracelet on my wrist, and then touched the jade pendant and jade talisman in my bosom.

Suddenly I feel a bit heavy.

It is not the weight of the ritual implement.

It's a sentiment.

The three elders, together, spent at least three hundred years of cultivation.

Just to give as a gift to a three-year-old child.

I gripped the bracelet tightly: "I will definitely cultivate diligently."

The sound was very soft.

But he was very serious.

The senior students exchanged glances and then smiled.

Gu Chenguang patted my head: "We know."

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After the elders left, our lives returned to normal.

Although the money and supplies given by the elders were enough to last for a while, it was still a drop in the bucket for my physical condition.

What does "a drop in the ocean" mean?

It takes thirty high-grade spirit stones to absorb them all in three days.

Thirty high-grade spirit stones are enough for an ordinary cultivator to cultivate for ten years.

But I used it up in three days.

The way Suning looked at me was like looking at a walking, bottomless pit.

Yan Chuan looked at me as if I were a breathing spirit-gathering array.

Murong Zhuo looked at me as if I were a money-devouring beast.

The way Gu Chenguang looked at me~

He didn't dare look at me; he only looked at the account books.

The numbers in the ledgers were decreasing day by day.

His brow furrowed more and more each day.

In the end, I could only refine my body and could no longer absorb spiritual energy.

Body training is free.

All you need to do to train your body is sweat.

Body tempering only requires gritting your teeth.

Body tempering only requires ~

"Junior sister, lower your horse stance a little!"

"Junior Sister, swing your sword a thousand more times!"

"Junior Sister, run ten laps around the main peak!"

……

I'm exhausted every day, like a dog.

But I didn't complain.

Because my senior classmates are more tired than I am.

They have to take care of me and can't take on dangerous guard duties.

They need to find ways to make money, but they can't let me know they're worried.

Every day they smile and tell me, "It's okay," "Take your time," "It will be alright"...

But I could see the anxiety in their eyes.

..............................

That day, I finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"How about we go to the Mystic Beast Ruins too?" I suggested, raising my hand.

The senior students were eating when they heard this and all looked up.

Suning dropped his chopsticks.

Yan Chuan soup spilled.

Murong Zhuo choked.

Gu Chenguang's hand holding the notebook trembled slightly.

Suning was the first to object: "No way. It's too dangerous!"

Yan Chuan nodded: "It's too big inside, and there are too many monsters!"

Murong Zhuo: "Junior Sister has only reached the Foundation Establishment stage; going in would be like offering herself up as food!"

Gu Chenguang had already started writing in his notebook: "Reasons for opposition: 1. Dangerous; 2. Very dangerous; 3. Extremely dangerous."

I blinked. "But aren't demonic beasts very valuable?"

The senior students exchanged glances.

Su Ning sighed and began to explain the knowledge about monsters to me:

"The so-called demonic beasts and spirit beasts are actually the same thing."

—Those that haven't been subdued are called demonic beasts; those that have been subdued and bound by contracts are called spirit beasts.

— "Like the difference between a stray dog ​​and a domestic dog."

"It's just that stray dogs bite, while domestic dogs guard the house."

I nodded. "I know that. So how much are they actually worth?"

Su Ning counted on his fingers: "Low-level demonic beasts are equivalent to cultivators at the Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment stage. They can sell for fifty to one hundred mid-grade spirit stones."

My eyes lit up.

Yan Chuan added, "Because monster meat can be eaten, monster blood can be used in medicine, monster bones can be used to forge weapons, and monster hides can be used to make clothes."

Murong Zhuo: "He's a treasure trove, but he's not easy to carry."

Gu Chenguang: "Demon beasts generally have their own innate supernatural abilities."

I nodded: "What about the intermediate level?"

Su Ning paused for a moment: "A mid-level demonic beast, equivalent to a Golden Core cultivator in our world. It has already gained intelligence and has a demonic core."

My eyes shone even brighter.

Yan Chuan: "Demon cores are good things. They can be used in medicine and for refining weapons. They are also very beneficial to a cultivator's advancement. One core can sell for a hundred high-grade spirit stones."

My eyes are practically sparkling!

One hundred top-grade items!

That's just ten thousand mid-grade items.

One million for a low-grade item?

How many Peiyuan Pills can I buy!

How many spirit-gathering arrays can be built!