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

My senior brother put me down.

I looked down at the jade bottle in my hand.

Inside were several round pills, emitting an enticing fragrance.

I turned around and handed it to Gu Chenguang.

"Sixth Senior Brother, please accept this."

Gu Chenguang's hand trembled again.

He has now developed a conditioned reflex; he trembles as soon as he touches anything valuable.

Despite his trembling, he silently put it into his storage bag.

Then I opened my notebook and carefully took notes:

—Today's events:

—The Spirit Control Sect poached its members x1.

——Result: Failure.

—Harvest: 1 bottle of pills (gifted by a Nascent Soul stage elder, probably not cheap).

—Note: Junior Sister's appeal is growing stronger. It is recommended that she be listed as a first-level protected asset of the sect.

I leaned over to take a look, pointed to the last sentence, and asked, "What does 'Level 1 Protected Assets' mean?"

Gu Chenguang didn't even look up: "It means we can't let others take it away."

I nodded. "Then shouldn't I have a bodyguard?"

Gu Chenguang looked up at me, then lowered his head and continued writing:

—Additional Note: It is recommended to equip the junior sister with a bodyguard.

—Candidate: Senior Brother (the best fighter).

—Third senior brother (most meticulous).

—Fourth senior brother (the most honest and simple-minded).

—Fifth Senior Brother (…never mind, he's only good at attracting attention).

—I am the most cultured.

Murong Zhuo leaned closer for a look and protested, "What do you mean by 'only attracting attention'?"

Gu Chenguang didn't even look up: "Last time you set up your stall, those alluring eyes of yours drew a crowd of female cultivators to you. What else could it be but attracting attention?"

Murong Zhuo choked.

He wanted to argue, but when he opened his mouth, he realized he couldn't.

Because there were indeed more than a dozen female cultivators watching that day.

But in the end, they all bought things.

Su Ning patted him on the shoulder: "Fifth Junior Brother, just admit it. Your eyes are the sect's revenue-generating tool."

Yan Chuan nodded: "That's right, if you run out of money in the future, you can just stand at the foot of the mountain."

Murong Zhuo: "..."

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Life returned to normal.

I continued to practice swordsmanship and physical training, and also learned to fly on a sword.

The senior students continued practicing swordsmanship, keeping accounts, and worrying.

Everything seems unchanged.

But I know that some things have changed.

For example, the cultivation levels of the senior brothers:

Su Ning progressed from the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm to the late-stage.

Yan Chuan is also in the late stage of Golden Core.

Murong Zhuo was also in the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

Gu Chenguang is in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

The eldest disciple is in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The sect's overall combat strength has doubled compared to a month ago!

Now, you can pick any one of them out and have their peers call them "Dad"!

For example, the number of spirit stones in the sect's treasury:

From "bankruptcy" to "barely making ends meet".

Although we are still far from being "wealthy," at least we will no longer face the tragic situation where "all our assets combined are not enough to buy a single Qi-nourishing pill."

For example, the thickness of Gu Chenguang's notebook:

Since I arrived, it has grown at a terrifying rate.

It's thick enough now that you could use it as a brick to hit someone.

I suspect that in another six months, he will be able to write the complete "Observation Diary of the Junior Sister of the Heavenly Sword Sect", a twelve-volume hardcover edition, in limited quantities.

There is another change:

At some point, everyone developed a tacit understanding: whenever they had something good, they would entrust it to Gu Chenguang for bookkeeping and safekeeping.

It's like villagers handing over their money to the accountant.

Although this accountant's eyes often redden while calculating.

Suning calls this "resource integration".

Yan Chuan nodded: "Yes, let's focus our efforts on raising our junior sister."

Murong Zhuo blinked his peach blossom eyes: "Concentrate our efforts on major tasks."

Gu Chenguang wiped away his tears: "The most important thing is my junior sister."

The eldest disciple rarely spoke up: "Resource integration is good. The money we owed to you junior brothers before is now considered sect debt and doesn't need to be repaid."

Other senior brothers: "..."

Suning hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Yan Chuan opened his mouth.

Murong Zhuo wanted to say something but swallowed it back.

Gu Chenguang glanced at his senior brother's mid-Nascent Soul cultivation level, silently opened his notebook, and wrote something on it.

I leaned closer to look, and he closed it.

But I caught a glimpse of a few words:

"Senior Brother, you're ruthless!"

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Another month later.

I am three and a half years old now.

His cultivation level also stabilized at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

That day, we were eating steamed buns on the stone table in the cafeteria.

Today's steamed buns are a new creation by Yan Chuan, with a touch of pandanus juice added, making them a vibrant green.

It looks like it's been poisoned, but it tastes pretty good.

I ate ten steamed buns, three bowls of pork ribs, and one bowl of braised pork.

As Gu Chenguang took notes, he muttered to himself, "Even a pig can eat more than her."

I put down the steamed bun and protested seriously, "Sixth Senior Brother, that's disrespectful."

Gu Chenguang didn't even look up and continued writing: "Change it to 'Even pigs can't eat as much as she can, but pigs aren't as cute as her.'"

I:"……"

What's the difference?

Isn't this still comparing me to a pig?

Just as they were about to continue the debate, a person suddenly flew down from the horizon.

It flew directly into the main peak platform, and the sect's grand formation didn't even try to stop it.

I looked up.

Oh, it's Elder Wangji who's back.

That's the Third Elder who worked sweeping floors at the Zen Temple.

He landed, put away his broom, and walked towards us.

He glanced at me first, looking me up and down, then scrutinizing me from all sides.

Then his eyes lit up:

"Late stage of Foundation Establishment? Excellent!"

He glanced at his fellow students again, then his eyes lit up even more:

"They've all broken through? Excellent!"

The senior students surrounded them.

Su Ning: "Third Elder, why are you back?"

Yan Chuan: "Is the Buddhist Zen sect on holiday?"

Murong Zhuo: "So you were fired?"

Elder Wangji glared at them: "What are you saying? I received a notice from the Myriad Immortals Alliance to come back and bring people."

He and several of his senior classmates walked aside and began a meeting.

A few people squatted by the stone table in the cafeteria, whispering among themselves.

I was squatting in a horse stance while eating a steamed bun.

Although I don't know what they are talking about.

But during their meetings, they would occasionally turn and glance at me.

His eyes looked a little strange.

It's like they're looking at something... a lamb to the slaughter?

No, they're being slaughtered far too cruelly.

It looks like they're looking at something... a piglet for sale?

Not right either.

It's basically that kind of look that says, "We have a plan, and this plan involves you."

After the meeting, Elder Wangji waved to me.

"Little Pin'er, come here."

I skipped over there.

He squatted down, looked at me, and smiled:

"Would you like to go to the Demon Realm?"

"puff--"

I sprayed bread crumbs all over his face.

Elder Wangji wiped his face and smiled, "It seems you did want to."

I quickly wiped my mouth, trying to look as innocent as possible: "The Demon Realm?"

Elder Wangji nodded: "Yes, the Demon Realm. Your senior brothers have told you about it, right?"

I scratched my head: "I mentioned something...basic common sense."

Actually, I know much more than they do.

After all, I lived in the Demon Realm for three years.

But I can't say.

I blinked. "My dad... took me hunting there before. It was very dangerous."

That was not a lie.

My dad did take me hunting in the mountains, although that time he wanted to save on food expenses and made me find my own food.

It is indeed very dangerous for the prey.

Wangji nodded: "Don't be afraid, I will personally lead the team to protect you."

I tentatively asked, "Are you going to war with the demon realm?"