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

Dongxia City truly lives up to its reputation as a major city in the cultivation world; its city gates stand tall, and it is bustling with people coming and going.

However, there is an entrance fee of three low-grade spirit stones to enter the city.

I checked my pockets, then went around to a corner of the city wall and crawled through a dog hole.

In the city:

The streets were lined with shops selling everything from elixirs and magical artifacts to talismans.

The air was filled with various fragrances: the aroma of spiritual food, the fragrance of elixirs, and the scent of unknown flowers.

I stood at the entrance of an inn, my stomach growling.

He checked his pocket again, and the three low-grade spirit stones were still there.

But I dare not spend it, because it is all my possessions.

I decided to put my talent to use again: begging.

At that moment, several men in patched clothes in the lobby noticed me.

They are very handsome.

He really is very handsome.

With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and high, straight noses, each possesses a unique temperament.

But their common characteristic was: tattered clothes, tattered shoes, and their entire being seemed to scream one word: (meaning: meaningless).

poor.

One of the handsome men with a braid exclaimed, "Senior Brother, look how cute this little baby is!"

The handsome man, known as the senior brother, had a cool and aloof demeanor. Even in his patched white robe, he couldn't hide his ethereal aura.

He looked at my dirty clothes, dirty face, and ill-fitting worn-out shoes, and frowned slightly.

Finally, he handed me a steamed bun: "It's the last one, eat it."

I took the steamed bun and wolfed it down.

After he finished eating, he gratefully took out some dried monster meat from his small bundle and gave it to him: "My father said we should be grateful, especially to good-looking people."

He was stunned.

The other handsome men were also stunned.

The man with the braid asked cautiously, "Little sister, this is low-level demon beast meat, how did you get it?"

He paused, then added, "Don't be afraid, we are disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect. We are not bad people."

I blinked: "You caught it."

"Caught, caught?" they asked in unison, their voices distorted.

I nodded: "They run away when they see me, so I chase after them, knock them unconscious, and then roast and eat them. But the meat isn't very good; it's too tough."

The handsome men fell silent, their faces filled with disbelief, as if they had heard that a three-year-old child had defeated a Nascent Soul stage monster.

The handsome man with the braid asked again, "Little sister, what brings you to Dongxia City? Where are your parents?"

I lowered my head: "There's no adult here. My father can't afford to raise me, so he told me to come find my mother. I heard my mother... is in seclusion."

The handsome man with the braid patted my head: "Poor child, what are you planning to do?"

I looked up: "I plan to participate in the sect's grand finale."

A handsome young man with almond-shaped eyes frowned: "The sect's ultimate move requires applicants to be at least six years old. You look like you're only two? Three?"

I puffed out my chest: "Three years old! Rounding up, that's six years old."

Everyone: "…………"

I continued, "Besides age, don't we also consider aptitude and spiritual roots? What if I'm a genius?"

This made them laugh.

The handsome young man with the braid leaned close to his senior brother's ear: "Senior brother, our Heavenly Sword Sect has never had any female disciples, how about... we take them in?"

The eldest brother looked at me for a while and asked, "Would you like to come back with us?"

I shook my head: "No, I want to join the Qingyun Sect. Bye-bye."

The main reason is that they look just like my dad and brother, with "poor" written all over their bodies.

My mother's sect is the second largest sect in the cultivation world!

I turned and left the inn, not seeing the helpless smiles of the handsome men behind me.

The handsome man with the braid said somewhat aggrievedly, "Senior Brother, she looks down on us because we're poor."

The eldest brother sighed, "She's right, we are indeed poor."

I vaguely heard their conversation, paused in my steps, and felt a warmth in my heart.

Although they were poor, they were kind-hearted poor.

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the next day:

The admissions plaza was packed with people.

The stalls of various sects were lined up in a row, and there were long queues in front of each stall.

The Qingyun Sect's line was the longest, stretching from one end of the square to the other, with at least a thousand people.

The group consisted mostly of young men and women, all dressed smartly and exuding an outstanding aura, clearly from families of cultivators.

I squeezed my way to the Qingyun Sect's registration desk. The disciple in charge of registration didn't even look up: "Name, age, place of origin."

"Fu Pin, three years and one month old, from Mo... Mo Cheng." I almost let it slip.

The disciple finally raised his head, saw me, and paused for a moment: "Little brat, the sect's ultimate move requires you to be at least six years old."

I blinked. "But I've heard that geniuses can be exceptions?"

The disciple smiled: "Then you'll have to prove you're a genius first. The registration fee is ten low-grade spirit stones."

I:"……"

I had no money, and after arguing with him for a long time, he finally gave in (or maybe he was just getting a headache from all my arguing) and reluctantly let me sign up.

However, he added a small note on the application form: "Age not met, pending."

First stage: Testing spiritual root:

I walked up to the spirit-testing stone and placed my little hand on it.

The stone lit up.

Red, yellow, blue, green, and brown—all five colors are present, creating a vibrant and colorful display.

But the light was very faint, like five ribbons that could disappear at any moment.

The elder in charge of the test frowned: "Five spiritual roots, the five elements are balanced, but each attribute is very weak."

Whispers could be heard from the surroundings:

"Five spiritual roots? Isn't that the standard for a good-for-nothing?"

"That's right, the cultivation speed is only one percent of that of a single spiritual root. It would be good enough if I could even reach the Foundation Establishment stage in this lifetime."

"What a waste of such a cute doll..."

I panicked a little: "Elder, five spiritual roots... isn't that a good thing?"

The elder sighed:

"Child, having five spiritual roots means you have to cultivate techniques of five different attributes at the same time. You need five times the resources of others, but your progress is only one percent of theirs."

There's a saying in the cultivation world: "I'd rather have a single blade of grass with a single spiritual root than a whole forest with five spiritual roots."

My heart sank.

Second stage: Testing bone structure

I stood in a magic circle, and the circle lit up with golden light, which swept over me.

The jade pillar next to it suddenly burst out with dazzling light, shooting straight from the bottom to the top!

"Extremely, extremely good aptitude!" the elder exclaimed. "This child's aptitude is comparable to that of a physical cultivation genius!"

The crowd erupted again:

"Excellent physical constitution? Isn't that a perfect candidate for body cultivation?"

"But with five spiritual roots... the art of magic is basically ruined."

"Yes, if someone with a single spiritual root had this kind of bone structure, they would be an unparalleled genius."

My hope was rekindled.

The third test: A clear mind to assess one's character.

I stepped into a magical illusion array, where various temptations appeared: a mountain of spirit stones, a forest of magical treasures, and a sea of ​​delicious food.

I looked around, and then... kept walking.

None of these are as important as my mother.

My dad said that if we find my mom, we'll have all of these things!

The illusion was filled with various fears: monsters, demons, and heavenly tribulations.

I pursed my lips. Whenever monsters see me, they always turn tail and run away.

Monsters? My dad is the biggest monster.

As for the heavenly tribulation, it was far less severe than when my father was angry.

When my father got angry, the entire Demon Palace trembled; that was truly terrifying.

I walked out of the illusion with a calm mind.

The elder exclaimed again, "Extremely resolute! This child is extraordinary!"

After the three tests were completed, the elders of Qingyun Sect gathered together to discuss.

They looked at my test results with complicated expressions.

"A person with five spiritual roots is basically useless in terms of magic."

"But with excellent physical constitution and a strong will, he is a promising candidate for physical cultivation."

"But our Qingyun Sect specializes in magic, talismans, and elixirs; we are not particularly skilled in physical cultivation."

"Besides, she's only three years old, too young. Who will take care of her if we take her back?"

After much discussion, I was ultimately eliminated.

My eyes welled up with tears, and I almost burst into tears.

An elder with a white beard patted my head: "Little one, although you have no affinity with the Qingyun Sect, I know a place that is very suitable for you."

My eyes lit up: "Where is it?"

White-bearded elder: "Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Qingyun Sect laughed, and the surrounding crowd also laughed.