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

Chapter 32 Border Challenge

night.

Elder Wangji also came over.

The tent was crammed in like a fish basket.

Suning was squeezed against the tent wall.

Yan Chuan's foot was halfway out.

Murong Zhuo curled up into a ball.

Gu Chenguang held his notebook tightly, afraid it would get crushed.

Only the eldest brother sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, leaning against a corner of the tent, his posture so elegant that it didn't seem like he was just squeezing into the tent.

Elder Wangji couldn't take it anymore, and he stood up:

"It's too crowded. I'll go to the Zen area."

Then he left.

He rode on his broom, without looking back.

As I watched his disappearing figure, I asked my fellow disciples, "Does the Third Elder think we're too poor?"

Suning sighed: "It's not that they think we're poor, it's that they think we're crowded."

Yan Chuan nodded: "On the Zen side, one person per tent."

Murong Zhuo said enviously, "There's even a soft futon to sleep on."

Gu Chenguang opened his notebook and made a note:

—Today's record:

—The Third Elder abandoned us.

—Reason: It was too crowded.

Destination: Zen camp.

—Note: Next time we camp, let's buy a big one.

I looked around.

A small tent,

It was really crowded.

But it's quite warm and cozy.

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Early the next morning.

Sunlight streamed into the tent.

I rubbed my eyes and crawled out.

The various sects have begun to assemble.

The square was bustling with noise.

The people of Qingyun Sect stood in neat rows, like rows of green bamboo poles.

The people of the Spirit Control Sect were accompanied by various spirit beasts, including wolves, leopards, eagles, foxes, and a pink pig that slept from beginning to end.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were tidying up their appearance, some combing their hair, others applying powder, the scene resembling a large dressing room.

Zen monks chant sutras with their eyes closed, their voices low and deep, making one want to go back to sleep.

Elder Wangji walked over from the Zen sect, carrying a bag in his hand.

He handed it to me.

It's steamed buns and vegetarian food.

"It's from the Zen school, eat it while it's hot."

My fellow students and I shared the food.

The elder sat down beside him and slowly ate a steamed bun.

I suddenly remembered a question.

"Senior Brother, do you really not like Fairy Xue Mei?"

The senior students next to them all stopped.

Elder Wangji also perked up his ears.

Shen Qingchen remained silent for a while.

Then he said, "She's from the Joyful Union Sect. I'm from the Sword Sect."

I blinked. "Just because of that?"

He remained silent for a while.

This time the silence lasted even longer.

Then he said, "Her swordsmanship... still needs practice."

I:"……"

The elders and fellow disciples: "..."

I sighed.

Then he ran out.

They ran to the Hehuan Sect's group, which was not far away.

He stood still in front of the Snow Fairy.

"Fairy Sister".

She looked down at me.

"Little sister, who are you?"

"I'm from the Heavenly Sword Sect," I said. "I'm the junior sister of the eldest brother."

Her eyes lit up, and she pulled me aside, asking softly, "Did Senior Brother Shen...send you here?"

I shook my head: "I came by myself."

Her eyes dimmed again.

I pointed at Shen Qingchen: "Senior Brother doesn't actually dislike you."

Snow Fairy's eyes lit up again.

I continued, "He just... thinks your swordsmanship still needs practice."

Snow Fairy was stunned.

I looked at her seriously and said, "Come back to him after you've mastered your swordsmanship."

Snow Fairy remained silent for a long time.

Then she laughed.

It was a smile of relief.

She squatted down and patted my head.

"Thank you, little sister. I know what to do now."

She shoved the box into my hand.

"Here, take this. Please pass it on to your senior brother and tell him... I will try my best."

Then she stood up, turned around, and walked away.

His back view was resolute.

I looked down at the box in my hand.

Open a crack.

There was a pill lying inside.

Advanced Pill.

Another advancement pill.

The Qingyun Sect is wealthy, but the Hehuan Sect isn't far behind.

I put the box away and walked towards my senior brother.

"Senior Brother."

He looked down at me.

I handed him the box.

"Fairy Xue Mei asked me to give this to you."

He looked at the box but didn't take it.

I added, "She said she would try her best."

Shen Qingchen remained silent for a while.

Then he took the box.

I nodded in satisfaction.

Even the most clueless straight men aren't entirely hopeless.

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After breakfast, the various sects set off.

Dozens of sects and thousands of people ascended into the sky in a grand procession.

The Qingyun Sect was traveling on a spirit ship.

A huge spaceship, with carved beams and painted rafters, exuding an ethereal aura.

The Spirit Control Sect rides spirit beasts.

There were all sorts of creatures, flying in the sky and running on the ground, including flying tigers, eagles, and wolves. The scene was as spectacular as a great animal migration.

The red-clad female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect rode on colorful clouds, showering petals along the way. Although it was a bit annoying when the petals landed on other people's faces, no one dared to say anything.

Zen monks fly on wooden fish, chanting scriptures as they go, their voices buzzing like a swarm of bees.

Our Heavenly Sword Sect...

Naturally, it's about flying on a sword.

Each person, with a sword, flew at the very back.

I still wield a wooden sword.

Gu Chenguang called this "keeping a low profile".

I think this is called "poor".

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They flew for half an hour.

A huge light barrier appeared ahead.

That light curtain separated the demon realm from the cultivation realm.

On this side of the light screen is the world of cultivation.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was blue with white clouds.

Beyond the light screen lies the Demon Realm.

Dark red and gloomy, only some outlines can be vaguely seen.

Just as we were about to get closer, we heard a huge explosion.

"Boom—Boom—Boom—"

The vibration hurt my ears.

Immediately afterwards, a series of neat shouts rang out.

"Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya!"

The cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment.

What's going on?

What is the demon realm up to?

The senior monk leading the Zen sect was a kind-faced old monk.

He flew to the front, put his hands together, and shouted towards the direction of the barrier.

First, I recited a passage from a Buddhist scripture.

The general meaning is "All beings are equal, long live peace", "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot", "When will the cycle of revenge end?"

It took a full quarter of an hour to read it.

I almost fell asleep listening to it.

Finally, he got down to business:

"Fellow demons, why are you frequently mobilizing your armies? Are you trying to break the treaty and reignite the war?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was very penetrating.

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the barrier.

Then, the fog dissipated.

A group of dark figures flew out from the barrier.

The leader was a boy who was wrapped up tightly.

All in black.

Black from head to toe.

He wore a hood and a silver mask, revealing only his eyes.