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

Chapter 24 The Mysterious Beast Ruins 9

Suning: "Holy crap!"

Yan Chuan: "My goodness!"

Murong Zhuo: "This, this is..."

Gu Chenguang's voice trembled: "Ultra-high-grade advancement pill..."

Even the people from the Yuling Sect gathered around.

Li Bufan gasped, "Qingyun Sect is really rich... If our Yuling Sect refines one batch of this kind of pill, we'll be broke for three years."

Qing Liuliu added in a low voice, "The materials are too expensive. The cost of one batch is 100,000 high-grade spirit stones, and the success rate is less than 10%."

Another disciple nodded: "Refining one batch will bankrupt your family; refining two batches will bankrupt your sect."

I held the box, feeling the intense gazes of those around me.

One hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones.

Success rate: 10%.

In other words, Situ Che from Qingyun Sect casually tossed me something worth over a million high-grade spirit stones?

I looked at Shen Qingchen.

Then she looked at Gu Chenguang.

Shen Qingchen spoke first: "I don't need it."

Gu Chenguang paused for a moment, then waved his hand: "Senior Brother, you're on the verge of advancing, this is perfect for you..."

"He's already been promoted," Shen Qingchen interrupted him.

Everyone fell silent.

That silence was like a wall, making it hard to breathe.

Suning asked cautiously, "When?"

Shen Qingchen: "Last night."

Yan Chuan asked, trembling, "Mid-stage Nascent Soul?"

Shen Qingchen nodded.

Everyone fell silent again.

This silence was also mixed with a variety of complex emotions:

Shock, admiration, jealousy, and a slight urge to punch someone.

Li Bufan and Qing Liuliu exchanged a glance and silently took two steps back.

First, there is reverence for geniuses.

Secondly, there is the fear of perversion.

One hundred and ten years old, mid-stage of the Nascent Soul stage.

In the recorded history of the cultivation world, he can rank among the top five.

Su Ning swallowed hard. "Senior Brother, do you know what level a normal person is at 110 years old?"

Yan Chuan spoke for him: "Anyone who can reach the late stage of the Golden Core realm is already a genius."

Murong Zhuo nodded: "According to the average data in the cultivation world, those who reach the Nascent Soul stage before the age of 500 are considered geniuses. However, most people get stuck at the Golden Core stage until they die."

Shen Qingchen remained silent.

But the slight curve at the corner of his mouth was quite obvious.

Gu Chenguang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back.

But he still pushed the box toward Shen Qingchen: "Senior Brother, you should keep it. You can use it to advance to the later stages."

Shen Qingchen glanced at him: "You're at the early stage of the Golden Core realm."

Gu Chenguang was stunned.

Shen Qingchen added, "The weakest in the entire sect."

Gu Chenguang's smile froze on his face: "But...but Junior Sister..."

Shen Qingchen interrupted, "She's different."

Gu Chenguang: "..."

I shoved the box into his arms: "Senior Brother doesn't need it, and I need it even less. Here you go."

Gu Chenguang held the priceless advancement pill, his hands trembling.

"Junior Sister... this is far too precious..."

I patted his hand: "It's nothing valuable. My sixth senior brother is good to me, so I'm giving him something good. It's fair."

Gu Chenguang's eyes reddened.

He held that box as if he were holding the whole world.

Su Ning whispered from the side, "Sixth Junior Brother, don't cry, it's embarrassing."

Gu Chenguang sniffed: "I didn't cry, I just got sand in my eyes."

Yan Chuan: "There's no sand here."

Gu Chenguang: "That means we're getting spirit stones."

Everyone: "..."

But Gu Chenguang accepted the pills.

I carefully put it into the storage bag and patted it.

Their movements were as devout as if they were offering sacrifices to ancestral tablets.

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

We waited for half a day near the exit of the secret realm.

To be precise, we waited for three hours.

Because the exit of the secret realm opens at a fixed time, we arrived too early.

During these three hours, the senior brothers took turns meditating and cultivating.

I ate four spiritual fruits, slept twice, and had three dreams.

In my dream, my father was counting spirit stones in the demon realm. As he counted, he cried, saying that he had too many spirit stones and couldn't spend them all.

Then I woke up laughing.

The reality is, I'm still lying on the rock at the exit of the secret realm, with blue sky and white clouds above me and my fellow disciples meditating beside me.

Gu Chenguang was keeping accounts, his pen moving rapidly.

"Once we get out, we can sell these medicinal herbs and make another profit."

"How long will this money be enough for Junior Sister to cultivate? Let me do the math..."

"Based on Junior Sister's absorption rate, it will probably take... half a month?"

He put down his pen and remained silent for a long time.

Then continue keeping accounts.

I pretended not to see it.

……

The secret realm has finally opened.

We filed out in a group.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the air was fresh.

After spending 10 days in the dark forest, my eyes were a little uncomfortable when I suddenly saw the sun.

Su Ning rubbed her eyes: "Finally out."

Yan Chuan stretched and said, "The air outside is so much better."

Murong Zhuo winked at the sun: "The sunlight is nice, perfect for basking in my eyes."

Gu Chenguang took out his notebook and wrote down:

—Survival Log in the Secret Realm:

Duration: 10 days

— Encounters with Qingyun Sect: 3 times

— Earn 1600 high-grade spirit stones.

—Mental distress: immeasurable.

—Note: It's good to be alive.

I squinted and took a deep breath.

Ah, the taste of freedom!

And... the smell of grilled skewers.

There's a barbecue stall not far away.

My legs moved in that direction uncontrollably.

However, they were blocked by Li Bufan and Qing Liuliu.

Li Bufan rubbed his hands together, grinning like a fox: "Sister Fupin, are you selling those low-level demonic beasts of yours?"

I was taken aback: "You want to buy it?"

Li Bufan nodded: "What our Spirit Control Sect lacks most is spirit beasts. Although they are low-level, with proper training, they can become decent combat forces."

Qing Liuliu added from the side, "And the ones you caught were all of good quality, especially that little fire fox, its fur was very pure."

I looked at Suning.

Su Ning looked at Shen Qingchen.

Shen Qingchen nodded.

The deal was thus struck.

100 medium-grade spirit stones each.

There are five in total.

500 mid-grade spirit stones were deposited into the account.

Gu Chenguang's hands were trembling again as he kept the accounts.

It's not that I've never seen money before.

I've never seen money earned so easily.

After paying, Li Bufan took out a token from his pocket and handed it to me with both hands.

"Junior Sister, this is our Yu Ling Sect's Guest Elder Token. With this token, you can come to the Yu Ling Sect anytime, with food and lodging provided, and you can pet any spirit beast you like."

I took the token and examined it from all angles.

"Brother Bufan, how many people can this token bring?"

Li Bufan paused for a moment: "Uh...theoretically, I can only bring yourself."

I blinked. "Can I lend my token to my senior brothers?"

Li Bufan: "..."

Qing Liuliu whispered from the side, "Senior brother, she's trying to use one token as seven."

Li Bufan gritted his teeth: "You can bring them. But you can only bring them, not anyone else."

I nodded: "Deal."

Qing Liuliu whispered again, "Senior brother, you look like someone who's kidnapping a child."

Li Bufan: "Shut up."

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After the people from the Yuling Sect left.

We haven't left yet.

My fellow students pressed me down to sit on a rock.

Then they started setting up a stall.

Selling medicinal herbs.

They sell pieces that are a hundred years old or several decades old.

They've collected all the centuries-old ones, planning to use them for alchemy after the Second Elder returns from his work.

Suning was in charge of promotion.

"Come, come! Take a look! Freshly picked spiritual herbs and medicines! Hundred-year-old ones are only fifty medium-grade!"

……

Yan Chuan was in charge of showcasing the products.

He held up a Ganoderma lucidum mushroom and smiled like a fake medicine seller.

"Fellow Daoist, look at this Ganoderma lucidum! Its color is vibrant, and it's brimming with spiritual energy. Drinking water infused with it can prolong life!"

The fellow Daoist he had pulled glanced at it, nodded, and bought it.

Yan Chuan's smile looked even more like that of someone selling fake medicine.

……

Murong Zhuo was responsible for attracting customers with his charming eyes.

The effect is remarkable.

Several female cultivators surrounded the stall, asking all sorts of questions, even though they didn't buy anything.

Murong Zhuo blinked, and they blushed.

After blinking twice, they clutched their chests and couldn't walk.

Three blinks, and one of them almost fainted.

……

The eldest brother was in charge of... standing to the side, intimidating everyone.

A 110-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator in the mid-stage, just standing there, is the best advertisement.