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

When they returned to the Heavenly Sword Sect, there was still a group of familiar people/beasts at the mountain gate.

Wei Cangxuan, Wen Zhiya, Jingyuan, Shen Qingchen, Wangji, Su Ning, Yanchuan, Murong Zhuo, Gu Chenguang, Wangcai, Laifu, Xiaoyan Ao.

The whole family was neatly arranged.

The little Flame Mastiff was at the front, its four legs constantly pacing in place, whimpering anxiously. If it wagged its tail faster, it could fly up.

I jumped down from my brother's arms, rushed over and caught it as it ran towards me, then took out some spirit beast biscuits and stuffed them into its mouth.

"Mom asked me to bring this to you. Little Black didn't steal any."

Little Black peeked out from his sleeve and snorted, "I am a dragon of taste, I don't eat dog food."

The little Flame Mastiff, who was chewing noisily, suddenly looked up and breathed a mouthful of flame mixed with biscuit crumbs at Little Black.

Xiao Hei got sprayed all over his face, and his complexion was so dark that you couldn't tell anything.

But as it flew into the air, it arched its body, its tail bristling: "You little thing, are you looking for death?"

Wangcai and Laifu immediately rushed over to protect their cub, flanking the little Flame Mastiff on either side and looking at Xiao Hei with a clear warning: You dare to touch it?

I quickly stepped in between them: "No, no, no, it's our own dragon, our own dragon, don't let the fire burn down the mountain gate."

After saying that, she turned to look at Little Black: "You too, you've lived for almost ten thousand years, and it's only a few years old? Bullying a cub, does that sound good if word gets out?"

Little Black protested, "It spat at me first!"

I reasoned with it: "It's just playing with you! It's spewing insults because it likes you! Have you seen it spew insults at others? Why doesn't it spew insults at Sect Leader Wei? Why doesn't it spew insults at my brother? It only spews insults at you, which means it's close to you."

The little Flame Mastiff wagged its tail obediently and even rubbed against my leg.

Xiao Hei was silent for a moment: "...Alright, for your sake, I won't stoop to the level of a cub."

I breathed a sigh of relief and gave the remaining cookies to Wangcai and Laifu.

The two sacred beasts, one with a mouth and the other with a smile, wagged their tails, and the atmosphere finally eased.

Seeing that no fight had broken out, Su Ning walked over and said in a resentful tone, "Why did it take you so long to come back? I thought you guys had fallen into the sea."

I patted the fur on my body: "I didn't fall into the sea, I fell into Qingyun Sect. I ate at Qingyun Sect, and my mother asked the kitchen to add sweet and sour pork ribs."

Yan Chuan's eyes darkened instantly: "You've finished eating? I stewed three pots of braised pork. I started stewing it as soon as I got back, and it's been stewing all afternoon. The meat is so tender now."

I did some quick calculations and said, "That's perfect. I can eat one pot, the sect leader can eat one pot, and you can divide the rest among yourselves."

Wei Cangxuan added from the side, "This old man wants to eat two pots."

Yan Chuan: "...Then I'll go stew another pot."

He turned and walked toward the cafeteria, the straps of his new apron fluttering in the wind, his steps light and quick.

Murong Zhuo squatted down and looked at me: "The robes will be ready in a couple of days, but the flowers have been watered and the swing ropes have been changed. Let's swing after dinner. I braided the new ropes myself and added lightning protection patterns, so even if there's lightning, it won't break."

My eyes lit up: "Thank you, Fifth Senior Brother. You are the most beautiful and kind-hearted person."

Murong Zhuo couldn't help but smile, and quickly took out a mirror to check himself, confirming that he still looked good when he smiled.

Gu Chenguang flipped open his notebook and made a note: "Junior Sister has returned safely. She didn't fall into the sea, but she fell into the Qingyun Sect and has already been fed. Current status: Still able to eat!"

Shen Qingchen had just taken a step forward and hadn't even had a chance to speak to me when he was pushed aside by the three elders.

Wen Zhiya, Jing Yuan, and Wang Ji squatted down together, and three streams of spiritual energy simultaneously probed into my body, like three old Chinese medicine doctors taking my pulse at the same time.

A moment later, the three of them gradually became excited.

Wen Zhiya was overjoyed: "Truly a Nascent Soul cultivator! Two Nascent Soul disciples from our Heavenly Sword Sect! Two Nascent Soul cultivators from one sect! Gu Chenguang! Quickly write this into the sect's history!"

Jing Yuanchang closed his eyes and sensed: "Hmm, early stage of Nascent Soul, solid foundation, strong meridians, and deep spiritual sea. This talent is top-notch in the Three Realms."

Elder Wangji clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! My life has not been in vain. I have actually witnessed the Heavenly Sword Sect having two Nascent Soul cultivators in one lifetime! I must offer incense to our ancestor and tell them this good news."

Wei Cangxuan stood behind, not saying a word, but the curve of his lips said it all.

I asked him, "Sect Leader, aren't you going to say something in praise?"

Wei Cangxuan stood with his hands behind his back: "I just praised him in my heart."

I pouted: "What you think in your heart doesn't count."

Wei Cangxuan thought for a moment: "Then shall I praise it in my mind again?"

I:"…………"

Well, the fact that he didn't swear is a compliment; we can't expect too much from him.

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canteen.

Four pots of braised pork, a basket of steamed buns, and a plate of stir-fried cucumber were all devoured.

I ate a pot of braised pork, two bowls of rice, three steamed buns, and four bites of cucumber, and my stomach was even rounder than before.

"Fourth Brother, this stew is excellent, a classic old-fashioned flavor. It's reassuring and safe to eat. It's much better than those delicacies outside. Delicacies are about showing off, this is about the sentiment."

Yan Chuan's eyes lit up with pride: "That's right, I simmered it over a low flame all afternoon, and even added three kinds of spiritual herbs to enhance the aroma!"

Xiao Hei was slurping snail rice noodles at the next table, filling the whole room with the smell of pickled bamboo shoots, while Xiao Yan Ao hid under the table.

Even the worldly-wise mythical beasts like Wangcai and Laifu couldn't stand it, and their noses wrinkled.

Wei Cangxuan looked at it several times, probably wanting to drive it away.

I said, "Xiao Hei, hurry up and finish eating. I packed some yam and candied hawthorn skewers. You can eat them after you finish your meal."

Little Black's eyes lit up, and it slurped up the soup in one go, leaving not a drop. Then it wrapped its arms around my shoulder and waited, sitting up straight.

Wei Cangxuan put down his bowl, placing his chopsticks on the rim: "Get some rest. Come to the meeting after your morning exercise tomorrow. You guys should also go and listen in."

We disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.

On behalf of everyone, I asked that question: "Can we listen again? We don't have to hide it from the children anymore?"

Wei Cangxuan glanced at me: "This is no longer an ordinary child. He has reached the Nascent Soul stage, which means he is now a powerful figure in his own right."

Me: "...Oh, right."

Wei Cangxuan added, "Second brother, call your father, that white-haired guy, along too."

My brother nodded: "Okay."

I raised my hand: "What about my mother?"

Wei Cangxuan: "Your mother is the sect leader of Qingyun Sect. You don't need to call her. Take this opportunity to send a message."

I stood up: "But I want to go for a walk to digest my food, and also to check if my mom has eaten. She's been putting food on my brother's and my plate, and hasn't eaten much herself."

Wei Cangxuan glanced at me without saying anything, but his eyes said: Your mother is the sect leader, she won't go hungry.

My brother also stopped me: "Mother just returned to the sect and has a lot to do. Don't bother her. She'll eat by herself if she gets hungry."

I thought about it and it made sense. Anyway, Dad said he would secretly go to see her tonight, so he definitely wouldn't let her go hungry.

"Then I won't go, I'll go swing."

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At the entrance of the cave.

I sat on the swing and gently rocked.

Little Black was lying on the ground, eating a candied hawthorn.

The stars in the sky were so bright it looked like someone had scattered a handful of spirit stones, but unfortunately, they couldn't be pried off.

But it looks pretty good hanging there like this.

Looking down at his hands, he saw they were still the same small hands with thin calluses, the result of years of sword practice.

However, the internal condition of the body was already completely different at this point.

The spiritual energy in his meridians surged and circulated, several times faster than during the Nascent Soul stage!

The chaotic spiritual root has countless roots that are densely packed and deeply embedded in the void at the bottom of the spiritual sea.

The power of the tribulation lightning settled at the bottom of the spiritual sea, transforming into long-term nourishment for the spiritual root.

The nascent soul sat cross-legged above the spiritual root, more solid than before, and its eyebrows and eyes had matured, no longer resembling a baby.

It is my ultimate trump card. Even if my physical body is destroyed, as long as my nascent soul remains, I will never perish.

What has changed even more is the sea of ​​consciousness in one's head.

Previously, during the Nascent Soul stage, one's divine sense could only probe within a hundred miles of the surrounding area.

Now that he has reached the Divine Transformation stage, his sea of ​​consciousness has been completely expanded.

My divine sense arises from my sea of ​​consciousness and can transform into a boundless, invisible giant net, spreading infinitely outwards. Thousands of miles, mountains and rivers, sects—all movements and disturbances can be perceived.

Wei Cangxuan called this "divine travel".

In addition, like my father, one can seal one's divine consciousness, condense a phantom image, separate it from the body, and fight using magic.

This is the powerful divine ability of a Nascent Soul cultivator who has transcended the Nascent Soul realm!

With that in mind, I closed my eyes and prepared to try out the new skill.

An invisible net of divine will instantly spread out.

The mountains and rivers of the entire cultivation world unfolded in my mind like a flowing scroll.

The mountains are green, the sea is blue, and the clouds are white.

—Between the mountains and the sea, there are large and small sects, each protected by a sect-protecting array.

Those great formations had divine sense barriers, so my divine sense couldn't get in; I could only circle around outside the door.

It's similar to visiting someone's home, but their door is closed, so I can only look at the courtyard wall from the outside.

—Withdrawing some of his divine sense, he saw Sword Echo Town at the foot of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The townspeople are still busy.

Old Wang, who runs a steamed bun shop, is kneading dough.

Old Li, the blacksmith, is forging iron.

The street vendors were packing up their stalls, chatting with the stall owners next door as they did so; everything was peaceful yet lively.

—Then back in, there are the Heavenly Sword Sect's mountain gate, main hall, dining hall, alchemy room, spirit field, sword training square, and the senior brothers' cave dwellings...

Su Ning was humming a tune while braiding her hair.

"My hair looks good today, I'll keep it that way tomorrow."

Yan Chuan was looking at the combination of prescriptions and recipes, turning one page of prescriptions and one page of recipes, comparing them over and over again.

"Wouldn't this recipe be better with star anise added for flavor? Never mind, I'll write it down and try it tomorrow."

Murong Zhuo was finishing the edges of my new robe.

"What kind of lace would look good with a purple robe? Gold? Too tacky. Silver? Too cold. How about white?"

Gu Chenguang is taking notes.

Out of curiosity, I peeked inside and found that they were writing the "Sect's Income and Expenditure Record." When I caught a glimpse of the word "bankruptcy," I quickly moved away and went around to the senior brother's cave next door.

Shen Qingchen is...

I suddenly opened my eyes!

A wisp of humanoid consciousness floated behind me, hovering there quietly and silently!

I was so startled I almost fell off the swing, and yelled, "Senior Brother! Why are you staring at me like a ghost?!"

Shen Qingchen's divine sense condensed into a phantom image and floated over, saying in a serious tone: "New skill, let's try it out."

Me: "Try it? Fine, go ahead and try it, but why are you standing behind me without even saying hello?"

Shen Qingchen said expressionlessly, "I hit him. Didn't you notice?"

Me: "When did you hit it?"

Shen Qingchen: "Just as you closed your eyes and began your spiritual journey, I coughed."

I:"…………"

Little Black perched on my shoulder and commented, "Having just risen from a grassroots cultivator to a powerful being, he's bound to want to show off. That's normal. When I first learned to breathe fire, I set all the trees on the mountain on fire."

I pursed my lips: "Senior Brother, did you find it particularly boring after you reached the Nascent Soul stage?"

Shen Qingchen thought for a moment: "No."

Me: "Then why did you come to scare me?"

Shen Qingchen: "I wasn't trying to scare you. Just trying out a new skill."

Me: "...Why don't you try out a new skill with the sect leader? Or with an elder?"

Shen Qingchen paused for a moment: "They are not afraid."

I was speechless: "So you're afraid and that's why you came to me?"

"Um."

“…………”

I don't want to talk to him anymore.

He withdrew his divine sense somewhat guiltily, returned to his cave, and nodded again: "Hmm. Not bad."

I don't understand: "What's good?"

Shen Qingchen said with some excitement, "The divine sense of a Nascent Soul cultivator is much stronger than that of a Spiritual Nascent Soul cultivator."

Me: "...You're using me as a target to practice your spiritual senses?"

Shen Qingchen: "Mm."

I glared at him: "Senior Brother, you've changed! You weren't like this before! You used to be so proper!"

Shen Qingchen: "Now that I've reached the Nascent Soul stage, I can be a little cheeky."

Me: "...Fine, you win."

I ignored him and continued swinging the swing.

Little Blackie perched on my shoulder, its tail swishing back and forth, the bamboo skewer for the candied hawthorn still in its mouth.

The wind blows from the valley, carrying the fragrance of pine trees and the smell of cooking fires in the distance.

The nights at the Heavenly Sword Sect are very quiet, so quiet that you can hear your own heartbeat.

Life seems to be back on track.

The affairs of the mortal realm are over, the great formation has been dismantled, and the mortal realm is recovering.

There's been no action from the celestial realm yet, but they'll likely stir things up sooner or later.

We have a meeting tomorrow to discuss how to deal with the next move from Heaven...

But I don't want to think about these things right now.

I just want to sit here, swinging on the swing, enjoying the evening breeze, and listening to Xiao Hei chatter on and on beside me.

These days are pretty good.