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

My fellow disciples were surrounded by the disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

To be precise, they were surrounded by female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect.

A group of female cultivators dressed in pink and exquisitely made up were surrounding my senior brothers, chattering incessantly.

Especially Murong Zhuo.

He was surrounded by the most people.

After all, his captivating eyes and handsome face would make him a formidable opponent even in the entire cultivation world.

"Junior Brother Murong, it's been a long time!"

"Senior Brother Murong, I've missed you so much since we last met~"

"Young Master Murong, this is my newly brewed spirit wine, please try it~"

"Senior Brother Murong! This is a spirit jade I've collected; I'm giving it to you."

Murong Zhuo was surrounded, his expression complex.

Enjoy it to the fullest.

A sense of helplessness.

Three points: "Don't do this."

One more point!

So the female cultivators fed him all sorts of spiritual fruits, spiritual wines, and spiritual jades...

Some people even gave me religious robes!

The robe looked very expensive, embroidered with flowing cloud patterns and trimmed with gold.

I glanced at the snacks in my arms, then at the pile of glittering things in Murong Zhuo's arms.

The gap is huge.

The other senior brothers were standing to the side, looking disdainful.

But when they saw the grand spectacle of Murong Zhuo receiving gifts...

Su Ning cleared his throat: "Ahem~ Fifth Junior Brother is naturally handsome, so he's quite popular, unlike us..."

Yan Chuan puffed out his chest: "Although I have a broad chest, narrow waist, and eight-pack abs, it's a pity that they were all developed through training."

Gu Chenguang sighed: "Unlike me, who knows everything from astronomy to geography and even human nature, yet has nowhere to use my knowledge..."

The female nuns heard it.

"Oh dear, these people are also disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, right?"

"She's quite good-looking too~"

"Here, these are for you."

Su Ning, Yan Chuan, and Gu Chenguang were given a bunch of gifts.

Although it wasn't as much as Murong Zhuo's, it was still quite generous.

Holding the spirit fruit, Su Ning's expression was complicated: "So... this is what it feels like to receive a gift."

Yan Chuan touched the spirit wine he had just received: "It seems...not bad?"

Gu Chenguang opened his notebook and wrote:

Today's income:

—Several Spirit Fruits.

—A quantity of spirit wine.

—Several pieces of Spirit Jade.

—Note: Turns out, being good-looking really can be a meal ticket!

I watched this scene from afar and silently sighed: My senior brothers are quite shameless when it comes to generating revenue for the sect.

Yes, that's very much in line with the Heavenly Sword Sect.

But I noticed that one of the female cultivators was not surrounding Murong Zhuo.

They didn't gather around the other senior brothers either.

She stood outside the crowd, her gaze fixed on her senior brother, Shen Qingchen.

She is very beautiful.

Dressed in red, with skin as smooth as jade, her eyes exuded a captivating charm.

It's so beautiful that even I, a three-and-a-half-year-old girl, can't take my eyes off it.

Li Bufan squatted down next to me at some point and whispered, "That's the senior sister of the Hehuan Sect, known as the Snow Fairy."

Me: "Wow."

He continued, "I've liked Senior Brother Shen for 50 years."

Me: "Wow!"

Qing Liuliu chimed in, "Yes, we send Senior Brother Shen gifts every year. Magical artifacts, pills, robes, you name it."

Me: "Wow wow wow!"

Another disciple from the Yuling Sect joined in the commentary: "It's said that she hasn't found a Daoist partner yet because she's waiting for Senior Brother Shen."

Me: "Waaaaaah!"

Li Bufan sighed, "Every time the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance gathers, she tries every means to get close to Senior Brother Shen. It's a pity..."

Me: "What's a pity?"

Qing Liuliu chimed in, "It's a pity that Senior Brother Shen is so devoted to the Dao that he never responds."

Me: "How did you know?"

The three of them said in unison, "Everyone in the cultivation world knows this."

I looked at Fairy Xue Mei.

She stood there, her eyes gentle yet restrained.

Shen Qingchen stood at the edge of the crowd, hands behind his back, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding noise.

It's as if everything is irrelevant to him.

Finally, Fairy Xue Mei walked towards her senior brother.

Even her walking posture is beautiful, like a cloud floating by.

"Senior Brother Shen," she said softly.

Shen Qingchen nodded: "Mm."

She took out an exquisite jade box from her bosom and handed it over.

"This is a Qi-Nourishing Pill that I personally refined; it's also useful for those in the Nascent Soul stage. Please accept it, Senior Brother Shen."

Shen Qingchen raised her hand, her tone as calm as if she were remarking on the weather: "Thank you, but no need."

Snow Fairy's hand froze in mid-air.

But she didn't give up, still smiling: "Then what does Senior Brother Shen need? I..."

Shen Qingchen: "I don't need anything."

Then he turned and left.

gone.

The.

Snow Fairy stood there, holding the box, stunned.

The wind blew up her red dress, and the scene was as beautiful as a painting.

But the people in the painting look a little awkward.

I watched this scene unfold.

In my mind, I silently added a storybook-like label to her: a devoted female supporting character.

Then they added another label to the senior brother: a straight man of steel.

Li Bufan shook his head: "It's been 50 years, and it's the same every year."

Aoyagi sighed, "True love."

I was a little confused: "Then why doesn't she look for someone else?"

The disciples of the Yuling Sect exchanged glances.

Li Bufan: "It is said that she once said something..."

Me: "What did you say?"

Li Bufan cleared his throat and imitated a woman's voice: "'I've met Shen Qingchen; the others are just make do.'"

I was silent.

50 years.

A woman waited for one person for 50 years.

Waiting for someone whose eyes are only on swords.

I suddenly felt a little sorry for her.

But more than anything, it was curiosity.

"What was Senior Brother like before?"

The gossip squad immediately got excited.

Li Bufan spoke first: "It is said that Senior Brother Shen was an orphan when he was young and was taken in by the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect."

Qingliu added, "He was only five years old at the time, but he practiced swordsmanship extremely diligently. He would get up before dawn every day to practice, and he would practice all day long."

I nodded: "And then?"

Li Bufan's tone held a hint of awe: "And then... he rose through the ranks at an astounding pace, practically defying the heavens. He entered the Qi Refining stage in three months, established his foundation at twenty, formed his core at fifty, and reached the Nascent Soul stage at a hundred!"

Qing Liuliu nodded in agreement: "He broke several cultivation records for geniuses in the cultivation world all by himself."

Me: "Does he have someone he likes?"

The gossip squad fell silent.

After a long silence, Li Bufan shook his head: "I heard... there isn't any."

Qingliu added, "His Daoist companion is his sword."

Another disciple chimed in: "A female cultivator once wrote him a love letter, and after reading it, he said, 'Your handwriting is good, but your swordsmanship still needs practice.'"

I:"……"

Another disciple joined in: "When a female practitioner brought him some snacks, he said, 'Thank you, but I've been fasting,' but he hadn't actually been fasting at all."

I:"……"

Li Bufan concluded, "Therefore, Fairy Xue Mei has waited 50 years, and may have to wait another 50 years."

I looked at Shen Qingchen.

He was standing at the edge of the camp, his back to the crowd, gazing into the distance.

Clad in white, pure and aloof.

It's really good-looking.

But it is indeed very... straightforward.

Before the gossip was even finished, a Zen disciple arrived.

A young monk clasped his hands together and said, "Young benefactor of the Heavenly Sword Sect, please follow me. Your sect's camp has been arranged."

I followed the monks to the camp.

An empty lot.

Not big.

But it's enough for us to pitch our tents.

The senior students sneaked back with their gifts, their faces beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

Suning: "I never thought I'd end up like this!"

Yan Chuan: "This jar of wine is at least thirty years old!"

Murong Zhuo: "Keep a low profile, it's all just passing clouds."

Gu Chenguang held the account book, grinning from ear to ear.

The eldest brother set up the tent with a blank expression.

When I went to help, I basically just stood there and handed them the rope.

The tent is set up.

The white flag of the Heavenly Sword Sect was planted at the entrance, fluttering in the wind.

Although the flag was old and had holes in the corners.

However, the three ink characters "Heavenly Sword Sect" are vigorous and powerful.

This flag clearly has a story behind it.

The kind who's probably been in a lot of fights.

The senior disciples said that because they were waiting for all the sects to gather, they would have to spend the night here.

Tomorrow morning, we'll fly together to the border of the Demon Realm and challenge them.

To challenge.

This word makes me a little nervous.

"Challenge" means to stand on the border and shout.

What are you shouting about?

"Listen up, you demons! Come out and face your death!"

It was still, "You lowly demons, dare you fight?"

I dared not ask.