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

Thunder continued to strike from the sky, one after another.

—The thirtieth strike is against Su Ning.

Su Ning's robes were also torn, but he gritted his teeth and tore off the last piece of his inner garment, wrapped it around his hands, and continued to carry the load.

That undergarment was supposed to be his last shred of dignity, but now that dignity is gone, he can only take the hits shirtless, just like Yan Chuan.

The thirty-first chariot splits the flames.

— Yan Chuan's Crimson Fire Heavy Sword hummed as it was struck, and his hand gripping the sword trembled.

Despite his trembling, he didn't let go of the sword, muttering to himself, "I'm a fire-elemental cultivator, what am I afraid of lightning? Fire overcomes lightning... no, lightning overcomes fire... oh well, let it overcome me or not, I'll just tough it out!"

—The thirty-second strike against Murong Zhuo.

Murong Zhuo's rock armor shattered completely, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, so he simply used his thick earth sword to bear the blow.

While carrying the load, he muttered, "It doesn't matter if the clothes are torn, as long as my face isn't ruined!"

—The Thirty-Third Snow-Splitting Charm

Xuemei's high ponytail had come undone, and her long hair flew wildly in the wind like a black flag.

She cried as she took the blame, "My hair! My hair that I've kept for over a hundred years! It's all gone today!"

—The thirty-fourth, thickest cleavage, struck Shen Qingchen in the middle.

Shen Qingchen took three steps back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he remained suspended in the air without falling.

His expression remained unchanged from beginning to end; it's unclear whether he was struck by lightning and developed facial paralysis.

The thirty-fifth, the thirty-sixth, the thirty-seventh...

One after another, each one thicker and more ruthless than the last.

It's similar to setting off firecrackers during Chinese New Year, except these firecrackers are a little bigger, big enough to kill someone.

Finally, the eighty-eighth question has arrived.

Five clouds of tribulation unleashed their power simultaneously, and five pillars of lightning struck down at the same time!

The five men stood up at the same time, drew their swords, and charged forward!

—Su Ning held up the Green Wood Spirit Sword, its blade wrapped in vines. The vines were scorched by lightning, but he spurred new ones to grow.

It grows back after being burned, just like chives; it grows back after being cut, endlessly.

—Yan Chuan held up the Crimson Fire Heavy Sword, its blade glowing red like a piece of molten iron, and with a shout, he slashed down.

I couldn't make out what he was shouting, but it was something like "Ahhhhhh," but he got the energy right.

—Murong Zhuo held up the Thick Earth Sword, which was covered with layers of rock armor, one layer breaking and the other growing longer.

Just like an onion, you peel one layer and there's another, and even after peeling to the very end, there's still another layer! Are you surprised or delighted?

— Xue Mei held up her silver sword, the crystal inlaid on the hilt shining brightly, and gritted her teeth as she struck at the heavenly lightning.

His eyes were narrowed to slits as he muttered, "Chop, chop, chop until I reach the Nascent Soul stage, and then no one will be able to say my swordsmanship is bad anymore!"

—Shen Qingchen held up the meteorite iron sword from outer space, its light soaring into the sky, as if splitting the entire sky in two.

He didn't say a word, but his expression screamed: Bring it on!

As expected of the senior brother!

stable!

Five bolts of lightning struck the five weapons, and the lightning exploded, making the sea surface as bright as day!

Everyone was shaken and took several steps back, but no one fell into the sea!

The Guardian Formation on the sea surface shook violently, and the Sanskrit characters in the jade bowl flashed wildly, swallowing up the entire wave of lightning power.

Su Ning, leaning on his sword, gasped for breath: "How...how many more are there?"

Wei Cangxuan glanced at the tribulation clouds: "There are eighteen Nascent Soul cultivators, and the four of you have one more. There are thirty-six Deity Transformation cultivators, and Qingchen has nineteen more."

Suning: "...Anything else?"

Yan Chuan: "No way?"

Murong Zhuo: "If they keep attacking, I'll run out of clothes! I can't possibly undergo tribulation naked, can I? That would be too indecent!"

Xue Mei: "My hair is completely burnt; if I keep chopping it, it'll catch fire!"

Wei Cangxuan glanced at them: "The last one. Hold on. If you hold on, it's over. If you can't..."

Suning: "What will happen if we can't hold on?"

Wei Cangxuan: "You have to hold on, even if you can't. Because I won't help you. You have to overcome your own tribulations; that's the rule."

Xiao Hei chimed in again, "I saw you shield Shen Qingchen from several attacks earlier."

Wei Cangxuan remained expressionless: "His is undergoing the Nascent Soul Tribulation, it's different."

Little Black: "What's the difference? Aren't they all lightning? Aren't they all striking? Doesn't it all hurt?"

Wei Cangxuan: "He's a Nascent Soul cultivator, they're in the Nascent Soul stage. I'm the sect leader; I can help whomever I want. It's none of your business!"

Xiao Hei: "…………"

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When the final strike of the Nascent Soul Tribulation came down, the four of them sat down cross-legged at the same time, and their golden cores began to shatter.

—The golden core in Su Ning's dantian cracked open.

The cracking sound was like an eggshell being smashed, and the fragments spun and reformed, slowly piecing together the outline of a small figure.

He had his eyes closed, his forehead was covered in sweat, and he was muttering something that was hard to understand, but he was probably trying to encourage himself.

—Yan Chuan's golden core shattered the most decisively.

It cracked with a snap, and the fragments bounced around before quickly coalescing into a small human shape, like a freshly kneaded dough.

He couldn't help but mutter, "Why does my nascent soul look like a steamed bun? It's white, chubby, and quite cute."

—Murong Zhuo's golden core shattered the slowest.

The fragments peeled off one by one, as if reluctant to leave, but in the end they still came together to form a little person.

His first words were: "Not bad, handsome."

—The Snow Fairy's golden elixir shattered most quietly.

Almost without a sound, the fragments quietly gathered and solidified into a blurry human shape.

She nodded in satisfaction: "Faster than I expected."

Immediately afterwards, four beams of light from the Nascent Soul stage shot into the sky from their bodies, illuminating the entire sea area.

Just then, the tribulation of inner demons arrived.

—Su Ning's inner demon is himself. A short Su Ning stands in front of him, points his finger at his nose and says, "You're not talented enough. You'll never catch up with Senior Brother. You can't even catch up with Second Senior Brother. You're just a filler."

Suning closed his eyes, his whole body trembling.

I was getting anxious watching from the side and yelled at him, "Third Senior Brother! Have you forgotten how you single-handedly wove five-hundred-year-old vines into soft armor last time? The soft armor you made could withstand a blow from a Nascent Soul cultivator! Neither my eldest brother nor my brother can make it! Only you can!"

Su Ning opened her eyes, looked at her smaller self, and said, "I can braid soft armor. I can also braid my junior sister's hair. My eldest and second senior brothers can't. I have my uses!"

The inner demon is shattered.

—Yan Chuan's inner demon is a pot.

A burnt pot, its bottom charred and emitting a burnt smell.

Yan Chuan stood in front of the pot, smelling the burnt odor, looking very frustrated.

I shouted, "Fourth Senior Brother! I can eat three plates of your braised pork every time! The Sect Leader doesn't say anything, but he always gets five buckets of rice for us! We would have starved to death long ago without you!!"

Yan Chuan's eyes lit up, and he picked up a spatula and smashed the burnt pot.

—Murong Zhuo's inner demons are a mirror.

Murong Zhuo was admiring himself in the mirror: "Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is the most handsome man in the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

The mirror reflected him wearing a patched old robe, his hair disheveled, and his face covered in mud.

He looked at himself in the mirror: …………

His face looked terrible, like he'd swallowed a fly.

I quickly shouted, "Fifth Brother! You look good in new clothes, and you look good in old clothes, but without clothes..."

I paused for a moment, then said, "Never mind, you look good in anything anyway. You're the most handsome in our sect! So handsome it's unbelievable!"

Murong Zhuo nodded in satisfaction, then raised his hand and smashed the mirror.

—The inner demon of the Snow Fairy is a door.

Shen Qingchen stood behind the door, looking at her expressionlessly, and said, "Your swordsmanship is no good."

Snow Fairy stood in front of the door, her lips pale.

Ji Yanci lazily remarked from the side, "Just because he says you're no good, does that mean you're no good? Just because he says I'm ugly, does that mean I'm really ugly? You're my disciple, Ji Yanci's disciple. What does that quiet guy know? He thinks he knows swordsmanship? He knows nothing!"

Snow Fairy gritted her teeth, reached out and pushed open the door. Shen Qingchen, who was standing behind the door, shattered and turned into a pile of light.

She dusted off her hands: "The sect leader is right, he doesn't know anything."

The four inner demon tribulations were broken simultaneously!

The four Nascent Soul figures finally solidified, their features becoming clear. Although still small, they were already recognizable as human.

Suning's nascent soul was still small and had a little tuft of hair tied up.

Yan Chuan's nascent soul was chubby, like a steamed bun.

Murong Zhuo's nascent soul looks just like him and loves to primp.

Xue Mei's nascent soul hair hasn't fully grown in yet, but it's already clear that she's a beauty in the making.

The four people opened their eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air at the same time, their bodies radiating a brilliant spiritual light!

Nascent Soul, achieved!

Su Ning stood up, his legs still trembling, but his words were defiant: "I've reached the Nascent Soul stage! I'm a Nascent Soul master now! Who dares to say I lack talent?"

Yan Chuan also stood up and patted his biceps: "I've reached the Nascent Soul stage, so my hands won't shake when I cook anymore. I can toss the braised pork in the pan a few more times now."

The first thing Murong Zhuo did after standing up was to touch his face: "Is my face alright? I wasn't disfigured, was I? My stunning good looks are still there, aren't they?"

Xue Mei stood up, touched her scorched hair, and sighed, "I've achieved the Nascent Soul stage, but my hair is ruined. I'll have to go back and cultivate in seclusion for three years to grow it back."

Shen Qingchen was still enduring the tribulations of the Nascent Soul stage, one after another, without changing his expression.

Wei Cangxuan glanced at him and said with satisfaction, "Not bad, you have the demeanor of an old man back in the day. Just a little inferior to me."

Xiao Hei: "What were you like when you underwent your tribulation back then?"

Wei Cangxuan: "When I was undergoing my tribulation, I was struck by eighty-one bolts of heavenly lightning, but I stood still. After they finished striking me, I even ate a bowl of noodles."

Xiao Hei: "...I don't believe you for a second!"

Wei Cangxuan: "If you don't believe me, fine. I don't rely on your belief to make a living."