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

When I opened my eyes again, I was already at the entrance of the Qingyun Sect.

The mountain gate is majestic, and the three large golden characters "Qingyun Sect" on the plaque shine brightly, exuding grandeur at first glance.

The gatekeepers were taken aback at first, then recognized my mother, and bowed in unison, their voices booming:

"metropolitan!!!"

My mother nodded slightly, then looked down and asked me, "Should I take you there first, or should we go in for dinner?"

Without hesitation, I shouted even louder than them, "Eat first!"

Little Black popped out of the sleeve, its tail pointing straight up: "Yes, time to eat!"

My mother smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

Just as he was about to lift his foot, a powerful demonic aura descended from the sky, black mist surged, and the leaves on the trees at the mountain gate were blown outwards.

The gatekeeper's expression tightened, and his hand instantly gripped the hilt of his sword.

My mother gently pressed her palm down in the air to indicate that everything was alright.

Xiao Hei looked up, rolled its eyes, and muttered as it burrowed back into its sleeve: "That guy's here again."

The next instant, my father landed, his black robes fluttering, and demonic energy gathered behind him, slowly draping back over his shoulders like a cloak.

"Wife! Daughter!"

"Dad!" I rushed over.

My dad scooped me up in his arms, spun me around halfway, making my hair fly wildly: "Hahaha, as expected of my daughter, Fu Xiao! Your foundation at the Nascent Soul stage is solid! Even stronger than your dad was back then!"

I hugged his neck: "Dad, thank you. That divine sense within the Hunyuan Sword was awesome."

Fu Xiao raised an eyebrow smugly, then hugged me close to my mother and whispered boastfully, "Mengmeng, wasn't your husband handsome in the mortal realm?"

My mother glanced at him and said in a flat tone, "He's alright."

"How handsome is 'not bad'?" My dad persisted, taking a step closer.

"It's alright, it's alright." My mother took half a step back.

My dad wasn't giving up, so he moved even closer, his nose almost touching my mom's shoulder: "Can we come in for a free meal? I heard your cafeteria's bamboo shoot and chicken stew is pretty good, so I came here because of the smell."

My mother didn't say anything, but took me from my father's arms and turned to walk into the mountain gate.

He took two steps, stopped, turned his head, and uttered a sentence:

"Keep up."

My dad immediately beamed with joy and followed me with a bouncy gait, his steps as light as if he were walking on clouds.

Little Black popped out again and said in a low voice, "Look at that person, he looks like a dog."

Me: "...Don't talk, don't cause trouble."

But my dad had already heard it, and glared at it: "Say that again?"

Little Black: "Did I say something wrong? What's the difference between your tail wagging like a dog's?"

My dad: "I don't have a tail!"

Xiao Hei: "I'm talking about feelings. Do you understand feelings?"

My dad: "You..."

My mother didn't even turn her head: "No one is allowed to embarrass themselves in the sect."

Little Black snorted and burrowed back in completely.

My dad sidled up to me again, hovering over my mom's other side like a fly: "Mengmeng, are you tired? Let me carry our daughter, you can rest."

My mother said, "I'm not tired, no need."

My dad said, "Are you thirsty? I brought you some Netherworld Spring Water from the Demon Realm; it's really sweet."

My mother: "I'm not thirsty."

My dad: "Then you..."

My mother: "Shut up."

My dad shut up, but his eyes were still smiling.

Along the way, disciples and elders from each peak bowed in greeting.

"metropolitan!"

"Uh... Demon Lord?"

My mother nodded slightly, but didn't stop walking.

My father straightened his back, put his hands behind his back, and exuded the aura of a majestic demon lord. He slightly raised his chin and looked deep.

"Um."

The words were drawn out, with the arrogance of a great man at the end.

My mother coughed lightly beside him, and he immediately pulled his chin back a little.

The disciples who were passing by secretly sized him up and whispered among themselves:

"So this is the Demon Lord? He's really handsome."

"He is handsome, but he is the Demon Lord."

"Why did the sect leader bring him back? Is he going to marry into the family?"

"I don't know, don't ask. Don't pry into the sect leader's affairs."

I leaned on my mother's shoulder, watching the disciples' expressions—wanting to look at them a little longer but not daring to, wanting to leave but reluctant to, wanting to say something but hesitating—and I found it quite amusing.

When they reached the main peak, Elder Hutu came out to greet them.

He first breathed a sigh of relief when he saw my mother, then his expression froze for a moment when he saw my father, but he quickly recovered: "The sect leader has returned. I am deeply sorry for not welcoming you properly, Demon Lord."

My mother nodded: "Where are Situ Che and the others?"

Elder Hutu: "They have all returned safely, not one missing and not one injured."

As they were talking.

Senior Sister Xiong pulled Yuhe out, with Situ Che following behind.

"Little Master—Demon Lord!" Senior Sister Xiong rushed over, looked at my father, and stopped.

Senior Sister Yuhe was also bewildered: "Sect...Sect Master. Demon...Demon Lord."

Situ Che followed behind, remaining relatively composed, but his expression froze for a moment when he saw my father: "Sect Master, Demon Lord!"

My father nodded to them, his chin slightly raised, his tone carrying a hint of the arrogance typical of important figures: "Hmm."

My mother glanced at them and said, "The three of you, go to Dan Peak and each get a bottle of top-grade Stabilizing Realm Pill and Condensing Dao Pill. Go back and go into seclusion to consolidate your cultivation, solidify your Dao foundation, and digest the Immortal Source to avoid leaving any hidden dangers due to your unstable cultivation."

The three of them agreed in unison, then turned and left.

As she was leaving, Senior Sister Xiong glanced back at my father, but Situ Che pulled her back to turn her head.

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Qingyun Sect Dining Hall.

There is a private room on the top floor where the sect leader resides, which is usually used by the sect leader to entertain distinguished guests.

Today, I'm not entertaining a distinguished guest, but my father.

The private room wasn't large, but it was very clean. From the window, you could see the entire bamboo forest on the back mountain, and the wind blowing in from the window carried the fragrance of bamboo leaves.

There were six dishes and a soup on the table, all of which were signature dishes of the Qingyun Sect: stewed chicken with spirit bamboo shoots, steamed spirit fish, braised spirit mushrooms, cold spirit sprout salad, and spirit rice cake.

There was also a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs that my mother specially had someone add.

After my dad sat down, he first put a piece of pork rib into my bowl, then put another piece into my mom's bowl, and only then did he take a bite himself.

He chewed twice and nodded: "Much better than the Demon Realm Cafeteria. Those people at the Demon Realm Cafeteria only know how to stew meat, and it's stewed like firewood."

Little Black emerged from his sleeve, coiled up on the table, and snatched half a steamed spirit fish in one bite, mumbling, "Not bad, not bad, just a little bit worse than Yan Chuan's cooking."

My dad glared at it: "Why are you out again?"

Xiao Hei said matter-of-factly, "I'm here to eat."

My dad: "Can't you eat it in your sleeve?"

Little Black: "How do you eat from your sleeve? Show me how you eat one by crawling into your sleeve!"

My dad: "Then you eat yours and don't say anything."

Xiao Hei retorted, "What's wrong with what I said? Did I eat your food? I ate food from the Qingyun Sect."

My dad: "My wife's sect is my sect."

Xiao Hei: "What does your wife's sect have to do with you? You didn't marry into the family, you don't even have a formal title!"

My dad: "You..."

My mother put down her chopsticks, placed them on the rim of the bowl, and tapped them softly: "Eat."

The demon and the dragon both shut up at the same time; one buried his head in his rice, and the other buried his head in his fish.

While we were eating, my brother pushed open the door and walked in.

I looked up, still chewing my food, and said, "Brother, why did it take you so long!"

My brother smiled, pulled up a chair and sat down: "I went back to the sect first, and came over as soon as I received your message, without any delay."

My mother got up and served him a bowl of soup, her voice gentle: "I specially asked the kitchen to make Yunji Guyuan Soup. It has mild medicinal properties and can calm and suppress the overflowing spiritual power, stabilize the foundation of the physical body, and keep the critical point of the Nascent Soul's perfection stable."

My brother took it and drank it all in one gulp. My mother then served him another bowl, which he drank again.

Then he put down the bowl, wiped his mouth, and looked at my father: "Father, I received a message from General Iwabuchi as soon as I got back."

My dad was taken aback: "What did he say?"

My brother: "Tell me about the documents from the Demon Realm. This is a joke: I descended to the mortal realm, and you're stationed in the cultivation world. The Demon Palace's documents are piled up half a person high, and no one's approving them. They're urging me to go back and get them approved."

My dad picked up a piece of pork rib with his chopsticks and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

My brother glanced at him and said, "It's not hard work. You can approve it yourself when you get back."

My dad paused for a moment with his chopsticks: "...Eat, eat."

Little Black wagged its tail gleefully nearby.

My dad glared at it again: "Why are you shaking it?"

The little black tail wagged even more enthusiastically: "I'm happy."

My dad frowned: "What are you so happy about?"

The little black head was held high: "I don't need to approve documents."

My dad: "…………"

He lowered his head and ate his rice, remaining silent.

My brother's lips curled up slightly.

I buried my head in my food, pretending I hadn't seen anything, but my shoulders were shaking violently.

The meal was a lively and enjoyable affair.

Xiao Hei argued with my dad three times, but my mom silenced him with a single look each time.

After finishing our meal, my brother stood up and said, "Mom, my sister and I can go back by ourselves."

I stood up, supporting my round, bulging belly: "Let's go..."

My father looked up at my mother, his face full of reluctance: "Mengmeng, you see us off."

My mother agreed, "Okay."

Along the way, my dad walked very slowly, taking half the steps he usually did, as if he wanted to split each step into three.

My brother couldn't stand it anymore and urged, "Dad, my sister and I need to practice more."

My dad quickened his pace, but he was still muttering, "There's no time when we can't do extra practice. Nothing is more important than being with Mom and Dad. We can do extra practice tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even the day after that."

My brother pretended not to hear and quickened his pace.

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The entrance to the mountain.

My father opened his mouth as if to say something, but my mother took out a paper package from her sleeve and handed it to him, saying calmly, "Eat this on the way."

My dad took it, opened it, and saw that it contained soup dumplings, still warm.

He held the bag of soup dumplings as if they were some precious treasure, barely daring to squeeze them with his fingers: "Mengmeng..."

The next moment, he reached out and hugged my mother tightly, his arms around her so tightly that she would disappear if he let go.

Little Black peeked out, patted my brother's arm with its tail, and said, "Hurry up, hurry up, I just finished eating!"

The words had barely left his mouth~

My brother and I were blinded by a demonic aura; it was pitch black, and we couldn't see anything.

When I finished rubbing my eyes and looked again, my father had already let go of my mother, and her ears were as red as if she had applied rouge.

She gave my dad a gentle push, her voice soft: "Don't be silly."

He stood there, raised his hand and brushed her hair aside, his fingertips gliding along the ends: "I'm leaving now. If you miss your husband, I'll secretly come to see you tonight."

My mother's ears turned even redder, and her face turned red as well.

My brother shook his head and sighed, "Dad, Mom, my sister and I are leaving now."

After saying that, he turned around, picked me up, and flew back to the Heavenly Sword Sect on his sword.

The wind whistled past my ears as I leaned on his shoulder, looking down at the mountains and rivers below, feeling a warm glow in my heart.

Then something suddenly occurred to me: "Brother, who liked whom first, Dad or Mom?"

My brother: "I don't know!"

He paused, then added, "But it's definitely not my father."

Me: "Why?"

My brother said, "He can't understand what 'liking' means."

I stared at him: "You mean...?"

My brother smiled and didn't say anything more.

Xiao Hei popped out from his sleeve: "Yeah, your mother is the kind of person who seems calm and collected, but she actually knows everything."

I looked down at it: "How did you know?"

Xiao Hei said smugly, "Because high-level hunters often appear as prey."

I thought about it and nodded: "That seems to make sense."

The little black tail flicked proudly: "Of course, I've lived for ten thousand years, what haven't I seen?"

I nodded, leaned on my brother's shoulder, and drowsiness washed over me, making me want to fall asleep.

Behind them, the gates of the Qingyun Sect receded into the distance, while a wisp of black mist was rapidly disappearing into the direction of the Demon Realm.

My mother is probably still standing at the mountain gate, watching the direction we left in.

My dad has probably already opened that bag of soup dumplings and is eating them while grinning like an idiot.

My brother's shoulders were very steady, and the sword flew very smoothly.