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

Chapter 27 The Poaching Incident

the next day.

Sunlight streamed into the cave.

I got up, ready to go exercise.

Although I've already reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment, my senior brothers say that I must solidify my foundation and not stop physical cultivation.

As soon as I stepped out of the cave, I was surrounded by my fellow disciples.

Su Ning said with a smile, "Junior Sister, we're not doing any physical training today."

I blinked. "Then what for?"

Su Ning continued with a smile: "Today I'll teach you how to fly on a sword!"

I was taken aback: "Sword control? Flight?"

Yan Chuan nodded: "You should have learned it during the Qi Refining stage. But you advanced too quickly and always needed to temper your body to consolidate your cultivation, so you fell behind."

Murong Zhuo: "Flying on a sword is an essential skill for sword cultivators. Once you learn it, you can fly around and have fun on your own."

Gu Chenguang flipped through the notebook: "According to the early childhood education standards in the cultivation world, learning to fly on a sword at three and a half years old is considered extraordinary development. But for Junior Sister... it's normal."

I'm a little excited.

Flying on a sword!

I can finally fly on my own!

No more being carried!

Although being carried is comfortable, flying on your own is definitely more fun.

The eldest brother handed me his sword.

"Give it a try."

I took the sword.

The sword is heavier than I expected.

I put it on the ground and stood on it.

Stand firm.

Then~~

"call out!"

It took flight!

The senior students haven't had a chance to teach anything yet.

I've already flown out.

It circled once in the air.

We went around in circles again.

Then it flew back and landed steadily in front of its senior brothers.

The senior students: "..."

I jumped off the sword: "This is so easy!"

No one agreed.

I looked up at my senior classmates and noticed:

Suning's mouth was agape.

Yan Chuan was rubbing his eyes.

Murong Zhuo looked at Gu Chenguang: "Sixth Junior Brother, have you taught him?"

Gu Chenguang stammered, "I...I haven't...made it yet."

Even Shen Qingchen rarely showed a hint of surprise.

Suning struggled to find his voice: "You can do it in one go? Nobody really taught you?"

I thought back for a moment: "Don't the senior students demonstrate every day?"

Yan Chuan's voice was weak: "So, you actually learned it by watching?"

I nodded: "Yes. Is it difficult?"

The senior students fell silent again.

In that silence, there was relief, shock, and a slight urge to bang one's head against the wall.

I scratched my head: "What's wrong?"

Su Ning spoke with difficulty: "Junior Sister... flying on a sword... it usually takes three months for an average person to learn. Even those with good aptitude... it still takes a month."

Yan Chuan added, "I've never seen anyone like you who can learn something in one go."

Murong Zhuo covered his eyes: "I don't understand the world of geniuses."

Gu Chenguang silently wrote in his notebook:

—Junior Sister's Study Log:

—Sword flight: mastered in one go.

—Note: This is not a genius at all, this is a favored child of heaven!

I blinked.

Maybe it's because my dad has good genes?

Maybe it's because my mother has good genes?

Anyway, I can fly now.

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

The next day, I practiced flying on my sword.

It's flying better and better.

It flew more and more steadily.

It flew faster and faster.

By the afternoon, I was already able to fly around with Gu Chenguang.

Although his face was a little pale when he came down.

"Sixth Senior Brother, are you alright?"

Gu Chenguang waved his hand and sat down, leaning against a rock: "I'm... I'm alright. Just a little dizzy."

I took out a spiritual fruit and gave it to him: "Eat this fruit to calm your nerves."

He took the fruit, his expression complex. "Junior Sister, do you know how fast you were flying just now?"

I shook my head.

Gu Chenguang: "It's faster than my sword-riding."

I froze for a moment.

Gu Chenguang is at the Golden Core stage.

My sword-wielding speed is faster than that of a Golden Core cultivator?

Was I too fast?

Or was he just too slow?

Forget it, I don't want to.

Anyway, I can fly now.

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

evening.

I'm still flying around in the sky.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the mountains rushed past beneath my feet.

This feeling is even better than riding on my dad's shoulders!

Suddenly~~

A long howl came from the horizon.

A giant eagle swooped down from the clouds.

How big is that eagle?

It's bigger than our entire main peak!

Wings spread out, blotting out the sky and the sun!

It stopped outside the mountain gate, and the wind from its flapping wings almost blew me off my sword.

A person jumped off the eagle's back.

An old man.

His hair was gray, but he was in good spirits and wore a robe embroidered with mythical beast patterns.

They're obviously from the Yuling Sect.

And it's a very high-end one.

Most importantly, he exudes a profound and imposing aura.

He seems even more powerful than the senior brother!

The senior brothers all flew out.

I flew out after them.

Shen Qingchen stepped forward, blocking our way, and bowed respectfully, asking, "May I ask what brings you here, Senior?"

The old man glanced at him, then looked past him and landed on me.

"You're that little kid in the Mystic Beast Ruins who could make monsters run away in fear?"

I peeked out from behind my senior: "Who are you?"

The old man said, "I am Zhou Tongxiao, the Grand Elder of the Yuling Sect, at the Nascent Soul stage."

Transformation stage.

The senior students immediately became alert.

Zhou Tongxiao laughed: "Don't be nervous, I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm here to poach your employees."

The senior students: "..."

They became more vigilant.

Zhou Tongxiao walked over and looked me up and down.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Having heard about your performance in the secret realm, I made a special trip here."

"Little one, you're practically a genius tailor-made for our Spirit Control Sect!"

"Would you be interested in joining our Spirit Control Sect?"

I haven't answered yet.

He stood with his hands behind his back and began to quote prices:

"Upon joining the sect, you will become a core disciple and enjoy the privilege of being personally instructed by the elders!"

"One thousand spirit stones per month, top-grade!"

"Medicinal pills and spiritual herbs are priced separately!"

"Upon reaching adulthood, he will be directly promoted to candidate for the young sect leader!"

These conditions...

It's shockingly generous.

One thousand high-grade spirit stones per month.

It equals 100,000 medium-grade items.

It is equivalent to ten million low-grade items.

Enough for the entire Heavenly Sword Sect to cultivate for thirty years!

The senior students' faces darkened...

Su Ning frowned: "Senior, Junior Sister is a disciple of our Heavenly Sword Sect."

Zhou Tongxiao waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly: "I know. But your Heavenly Sword Sect is poor. Her talent would be wasted here."

The senior students all blushed...

Zhou Tongxiao continued:

"Your Grand Elder works for our Yuling Sect."

"Your second elder works as a boiler operator at the Qingyun Sect."

"The Third Elder was sweeping the outhouse—oh no, sweeping the floor—at the Buddhist Zen Temple."

"Your entire sect relies on a few elders working to make ends meet. What future do you have?"

His words were like knives, stabbing into the hearts of his fellow students one by one.

I looked at my senior brothers' faces:

Suning's face turned red, but he couldn't say a word.

Yan Chuan gritted his teeth, his eyes a little red.

Murong Zhuo lowered his head, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

Gu Chenguang closed the notebook, his fingers turning white from gripping it so tightly.

Senior Brother Shen Qingchen... remained silent, but stood guard at the front like a mountain.

They all remained silent.

It's not that I don't want to refute it, it's probably that... I don't know how to refute it.

I walked out from behind my senior classmates.

Elder Zhou.

He looked down at me.

I looked up at him.

I said, "The Grand Elder works for your Yuling Sect, but he's not in jail. I can see him anytime I want."

Zhou Tongxiao was taken aback.

I took out the token that Li Bufan had given me and waved it in front of him.

"Brother Bufan gave me a Guest Elder Token. I can go to the Yuling Sect anytime, with food and lodging provided, and I can pet any spirit beasts I want."

Zhou Tongxiao looked at the token with a complicated expression.

I continued, "So, if I want to see the Grand Elder, I can just go directly there. I don't need to join your sect."

Zhou Tongxiao was silent for a moment, then asked, "But are you really not tempted at all by the conditions I've offered?"

I shook my head.

Zhou Tongxiao: "Why?"

I pointed to the senior students behind me.

"I have a senior brother now."

Zhou Tongxiao glanced at the senior students behind me.

They stood at the simple entrance to the mountain, dressed in patched clothes, with the bare mountain walls and dark cave entrance in the background.

It looks so poor and stingy.

Zhou Tongxiao asked, puzzled, "What can they give you? A few dilapidated caves? A few patched clothes? Or will you eat steamed buns and wild vegetables every day?"

I thought about it.

Then I started counting on my fingers:

"My senior brother would carry me and fly me around, and he would bring me candy every time we came down the mountain."

Shen Qingchen's expression shifted slightly, and her eyes softened a bit.

"My third senior brother would teach me swordsmanship and braid my hair every day."

Suning's face turned red again, but this time it wasn't out of embarrassment.

"My fourth senior brother would accompany me hiking in the mountains, and he would make me different kinds of steamed buns every day!"

Yan Chuan's eyes reddened again, but I knew he was moved.

"My fifth senior brother practiced horse stance with me and told me stories. Although he always told me his tips on cleaning swords, his sword would protect me."

Murong Zhuo lowered his head again, but his shoulders trembled slightly.

"My sixth senior brother would keep accounts for me, although he would sigh every time he finished. But his notebook was full of things about me."

Gu Chenguang's fingers, still white, gripped the notebook even tighter.

I continued:

"The three elders will send my wages back to support me, and on our first meeting they both gave me a protective talisman that cost them a hundred years of cultivation."

"Sect Master... I've never met the Sect Master, but the bird eggs in his cave are really delicious."

After I finished counting, I looked up at Zhou Tongxiao:

"I'm almost three and a half years old, and I know who's good to me."

Zhou Tongxiao remained silent.

He looked into my eyes.

Looked for a long time.

It was so long that the wind blew past the mountain gate eight times.

Then he laughed.

This laugh was different from the one before.

It looked like I was watching a mythical beast.

It's like looking at a person now.

"Good boy." He squatted down and patted my head.