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

Zhao has money.

He still had many jade pendants hanging on him, making a clattering sound as he walked.

But a new short sword was now at his waist.

The scabbard is made of the finest spirit wood and inlaid with jade; it looks very expensive.

When he saw us, his eyes lit up, and he sauntered over.

"Yo, you penniless bastards from the Heavenly Sword Sect, you've come out too?"

His tone was still as irritating as ever.

Suning rolled his eyes.

I greeted him warmly, "Hello, Senior Brother Rich!"

Zhao Youqian looked down at me, somewhat surprised: "Little one, you're still alive?"

I nodded: "I'm alive, I'm alive. Senior Brother Youqian, why didn't you enter the secret realm?"

Zhao Youqian scoffed, "Why go into the secret realm? It's too dangerous with all the fighting. What can't I, Zhao Youqian, buy? Why risk it all?"

I nodded: "That makes sense."

The logic of the wealthy is that simple and unpretentious.

Zhao Youqian proudly drew his new sword and waved it in front of me.

"Look at my new sword! It's made from the Netherworld Black Iron I bought from you last time!"

My eyes lit up, and I leaned closer to take a closer look.

The sword was jet black, gleaming with a faint, cold light.

It was indeed mixed with Netherworld Iron.

I immediately switched to praise mode: "Wow! Senior Brother, this sword is so beautiful! It suits you perfectly! It's obviously crafted by a master craftsman, right? How many spirit stones did it cost?"

Zhao Youqian was flattered and said, "It's only three hundred top-grade items."

I was silent.

He only spent five hundred mid-grade Netherworld Iron Ore on me.

500 medium-grade = 5 high-grade.

He spent 5 high-grade materials to buy the sword and 3 high-grade items to have someone forge it.

Three hundred top-grade items!

If my brother finds out...

He'd be devastated...

The hard-earned ore is not worth as much as the swordsmith earns.

My brother's "hunger marketing" strategy was too conservative.

They should just open a weapon-refining shop.

Train services.

They refine the ore into swords and then sell them.

Profits can increase a hundredfold.

Zhao Youqian was still showing off: "This sword is amazing! Last time I sparred with someone, I cut their magical weapon in half with a single strike!"

I clapped my hands: "Brother Rich is really amazing!"

Then I pointed to the medicinal herbs and remedies on our stall.

"Senior Brother Youqian, you have such good taste! Would you like to take a look at the spiritual herbs we just picked?"

Zhao Youqian raised an eyebrow: "A spiritual herb?"

I pointed to the stall: "These were just picked from the Mystic Beast Ruins, they're very fresh. You're so rich, Senior Brother, you probably wouldn't care about these cheap things, but it's good to buy them as gifts."

Zhao Youqian looked down.

Suning immediately handed over a Ganoderma lucidum:

"This is a 100-year-old Ganoderma lucidum."

Yan Chuan held up a medicinal herb:

"This is a 100-year-old and 50-year-old He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum)."

Murong Zhuo blinked his peach blossom eyes:

"This is... a common spirit herb, which can be fed to spirit pets."

Zhao Youqian waved his hand: "Stop talking, I'll take it all, no matter the price."

Gu Chenguang immediately quoted a price: "Package price, fifty for top-grade items."

Zhao Youqian was taken aback: "So cheap?"

I:"……"

This is the first time I've encountered a customer who thinks the price is too low.

Zhao Youqian pulled out a pouch of spirit stones from his pocket and tossed it over: "Deal!"

Gu Chenguang caught it with trembling hands and opened it.

Fifty high-grade spirit stones.

Neat and tidy, sparkling.

His hands started shaking again as he kept the accounts.

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "You'll get used to it."

Gu Chenguang murmured, "No, I really can't get used to this."

Zhao Youqian happily packed up the medicinal herbs and medicines and took them away.

As he left, he turned back and waved at me, saying, "Come find me again if you get anything good next time!"

I waved back, "Alright! Take care, Senior Brother Money!"

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After Zhao Youqian walked away, I whispered to my fellow disciples, "Why did I feel that Zhao Youqian's cultivation level was about the same as mine?"

Su Ning's voice was hoarse, but his tone was very certain: "I feel it's true, he is indeed in the Foundation Establishment stage."

Yan Chuan added, "It still relies on rare and precious natural resources."

Murong Zhuo shook his head: "With his aptitude, it would be very good if he could form his core in three hundred years."

Gu Chenguang closed the ledger and said quietly, "I heard that his spot as an inner disciple was bought by his father with a spirit mine."

I was silent.

A vein of spiritual minerals?

Just to buy a spot?

I sighed: "I really don't understand the world of the rich."

Gu Chenguang comforted him, "It's okay, as long as you know how to make money from rich people, that's enough."

I nodded.

That's right.

………………

All the medicinal herbs were sold out.

Closing down.

Come back home.

Gu Chenguang kept calculating the accounts along the way.

His fingers moved rapidly, his lips moved as he muttered something.

Upon returning to the Heavenly Sword Sect, he immediately rushed into the stone table in the mountaintop dining hall and dumped everything onto it.

"Come on, come on! Let's take stock of the harvest!"

The senior students sat in a circle.

I sat in the middle, with the pile of spirit stones and spirit herbs in front of me.

Gu Chenguang opened his notebook and began to take notes:

"Twelve spirit herbs, each three hundred years old. Note: To be reserved for the Second Elder to refine pills."

"Spiritual Fruits: Fifty were given by the Spirit Control Sect, and three hundred were picked by ourselves. Note: Not for sale, reserved for Junior Sister as snacks."

He looked up and glanced at me.

I smiled at him.

He smiled and continued taking notes.

"Spirit Stones: Qingyun Sect contributed 1,600 high-grade spirit stones."

"The Spirit Control Sect is offering 500 mid-grade spirit stones to acquire demonic beasts."

"Selling spirit herbs and fruits at a stall: 10 high-grade spirit stones, 550 mid-grade spirit stones."

He put down his pen, looked at the pile of spirit stones, and his eyes were as tender as if he were looking at a lover.

Yan Chuan whispered, "I've never been this rich since I joined the Heavenly Sword Sect."

Su Ning corrected, "It's not 'seems like.' It's 'I've never been this rich before.'"

Murong Zhuo looked up at the sky: "Is this what it feels like to be rich?"

Gu Chenguang's eyes were a little red. "I finally don't have to worry about the cost of steamed buns anymore."

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "You'll get used to it."

He nodded, then turned to a new page and began to record something more important:

—Special Received List:

—A fire-elemental treasure, a three-thousand-year-old Crimson Fruit.

—Beneficiary: Yan Chuan

Status: Consumed

——Result: Mid-stage Golden Core → Late-stage Golden Core

*

—A rare treasure of the water system, a three-thousand-year-old nine-leaf Ganoderma lucidum.

—Beneficiary: Suning

Status: Ready to be consumed

*

—A precious treasure of the earth element, a ginseng root that is three thousand years old.

—Beneficiary: Murong Zhuo

Status: Ready to be consumed

*

—One top-grade advancement pill.

—Beneficiary: Gu Chenguang

Status: Ready to be consumed

After Gu Chenguang finished writing, he put down his pen, looked at the few lines of text, and remained silent for a long time.

The other senior students also remained silent.

A few people sat there, lost in thought.

I probably still think I'm dreaming.

Su Ning pinched her cheek.

pain.

Yes, it's not a dream.

Yan Chuan looked up at the sky, tears welling in his eyes.

Murong Zhuo lowered his head and pretended to wipe the sword, but the sword had already been wiped three times.

Suddenly~~

Yan Chuan scooped me up and spun me around: "Junior Sister! You're the God of Wealth of our Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Su Ning swallowed hard beside him: "A three-thousand-year-old nine-leaf green fungus... I wouldn't even dare to dream of it."

Murong Zhuo held the ginseng, his eyes a little red.

Gu Chenguang held the advancement pill, tears welling up in his eyes.

The eldest brother stood to the side, a slight smile playing on his lips.

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That night, we had a big meal.

The meals were sumptuous.

There is roast chicken, braised pork, and fish.

There were also spirit bird eggs taken from the sect leader's cave.

The eggs were scrambled until golden brown, and the aroma was so enticing it could make your mouth water.

While eating, Su Ning remarked, "Wouldn't the sect leader be angry if he knew we'd taken all the eggs from his cave?"

Yan Chuan chewed on an egg: "No way. He said it himself. The bird took over his cave, so laying eggs as compensation is perfectly reasonable."

Murong Zhuo nodded: "Yes, these eggs were laid by birds. We took birds' eggs, not the sect leader's eggs."

Gu Chenguang ate while keeping track of the expenses:

—Dinner expenses:

——Roasted Chicken x3: 30 Low-grade Spirit Stones

——Braised Pork Belly x2: 20 Low-Grade Spirit Stones

—Fish x4: 20 low-grade spirit stones

—6 Spirit Bird Eggs: 0 Low-Grade Spirit Stones (Retrieved from the Sect Master's Cave, theoretically legal.)

Total: 70 low-grade spirit stones

—Note: Finally, we don't have to worry about not being able to afford meat anymore.

I was munching on a chicken leg, watching my senior classmates brag.

Su Ning was recounting how he defeated three opponents with a single sword strike during the sect competition years ago.

Yan Chuan was telling the story of how he chopped down an entire tree the first time he used a sword to cut firewood.

Murong Zhuo was telling the story of how he was flirted with by a female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, and how he was so frightened that he ran back to the sect and didn't dare to go out for three days.

Gu Chenguang listened and took notes, his hands shaking with laughter.

The eldest brother didn't say anything, but sat to the side, occasionally picking up a piece of food with his chopsticks and taking a sip of tea, listening very attentively.

I didn't say anything, I just ate meat and eggs with gusto, feeling like I had reached the pinnacle of life.