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

The two armies faced off.

In the cultivation world:

The elders from various sects looked as solemn as if they were going to their deaths.

The Qingyun Sect members held their magical artifacts, ready to make a move at any moment.

The people of the Spirit Control Sect protected the spirit beasts behind them, and the spirit beasts trembled with fear.

The female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect put away their smiles and their expressions became solemn.

The Zen monks started chanting scriptures again, and they were chanting the Rebirth Mantra.

I suspect they are performing a ritual to help themselves pass on prematurely.

My fellow students protected me in the middle.

Su Ning whispered, "Junior Sister, don't be afraid, we're here."

Yan Chuan gripped his sword tightly: "Even if a fight breaks out, we can hold out for a while."

Murong Zhuo blinked: "If you can't beat them, run away; if you can't run away, well... anyway, your senior brothers will protect you."

Gu Chenguang opened the notebook and read aloud, "According to the records, the Demon General's strength is at least at the Nascent Soul stage. The rest of us combined can probably last for three breaths."

Me: "How much is three breaths?"

Gu Chenguang thought for a moment: "It takes about the time it takes to blink three times."

Me: "...Then let's run."

On the other side of the Demon Realm:

My brother and the demon generals behind him...

Their expressions were obscured because they were all wearing masks.

The Zen abbot spoke again: "Where is the Demon Lord Fuxiao? Let him come out and speak."

My brother didn't move.

He stood at the very front, hands behind his back, with a composed demeanor.

One of the demon generals behind him stepped forward.

The demon general was burly and had a rough voice: "The Demon Lord is in seclusion. This is our young master."

All eyes were on my brother.

My brother stepped forward.

He used a falsetto.

Deep, magnetic, with a touch of languor:

"I, Fu Yan, am temporarily in charge of the affairs of the Demon Realm. May I ask what brings you all here with such a large force?"

The Zen master frowned: "Recently, the Demon Realm has been frequently mobilizing its troops, and there have been constant disturbances on the border. We have come to inquire whether the Demon Realm intends to break the treaty and restart the war?"

The entire room fell silent.

The atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bow.

My brother was silent for three seconds.

Then he laughed.

Even though he was wearing a mask, I could feel him smiling.

It was a laugh that said, "You guys are really funny."

"Fellow Daoists, to be honest..." he paused, "we are blasting mines."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

A crow flew by and cawed twice.

The Zen master's brow furrowed even deeper: "Exploding...mine?"

My brother nodded, his tone as gentle as if he were introducing the vegetable garden in his own backyard:

"We're currently developing a mine and need to blast open some rock layers."

"Those rock layers are too hard; digging by hand is too slow, so we can only use blasting."

"That loud bang just now was us detonating spirit stone explosives."

In the cultivation world, some people didn't believe it: "Who are you kidding! The Demon Realm has gathered so many demonic troops just to bomb mines?"

My brother made a "please" gesture, his posture as elegant as an innkeeper's doorman:

"If you don't believe me, you can come in and take a look."

The cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment.

Go in?

Entering the Demon Realm?

That's enemy territory!

What if it's a trap?

What if I go in and can't get out?

What if I get captured and enslaved?

What if I end up being taken as a child bride... Oh, that's just my imagination.

My brother noticed their hesitation.

They didn't rush them.

He simply raised his hand and waved it behind him.

The demonic energy concealing the barrier slowly dissipated.

Then, we all saw:

In the Demon Realm, the land within a hundred miles is filled with mines.

It was densely packed, like a honeycomb.

Some are on hillsides, some in valleys, and some on plains.

In the distance, many demon soldiers were still busy at work.

Some were mining, shouting work chants: "Heave-ho! Heave-ho!"

Some were carrying things, pushing carts back and forth.

Some are being...demolished.

"boom!"

Another loud bang.

Another mine shaft was blown open.

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

After the smoke cleared, the demon army cheered and rushed in to start digging.

The scene is very harmonious.

Very hardworking people.

It was incredibly lively and bustling.

The people in the cultivation world were completely dumbfounded.

The entire room was so quiet it was as if everyone had been silenced by acupressure.

After a long silence, someone murmured, "So they really were just blasting the mine?"

Another person chimed in, "The demon army is gathering...to mine?"

Another person asked, "So their recent frequent relocations are also because of mining?"

My brother nodded, his tone so sincere it was as if he were explaining why he hadn't turned in his homework today:

"Yes. We're currently undertaking a large-scale economic development project, which requires a lot of manpower. The Demon Army is just sitting around doing nothing anyway, so why not have them mine and generate some income?"

“…………”

The expressions of the people in the cultivation world were complex.

So what are we here for, with thousands of people and dozens of sects coming all this way?

Are you here for a visit?

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Just then, someone realized what was happening, staring wide-eyed at the mine shafts: "That's... Netherworld Black Iron Ore?"

My brother nodded: "Yes. That mountain is entirely made of Netherworld Black Iron."

The cultivator's voice began to tremble: "That...that blue-glowing stardust mine over there?"

My brother nodded: "Yes, Stardust Ore. A top-grade material for making robes."

Monk: "What about that red mine?"

My brother: "Crimson Flame Copper Ore. A good material for refining weapons."

"What about the white one?"

—"Mysterious Ice Jade Ore. An excellent auxiliary material for alchemy, capable of neutralizing many potent medicinal herbs."

—Why was that river drained?

"Oh, the riverbed is filled with Frost Marrow! A sacred treasure for water-based cultivation!"

The entire venue was immediately filled with the croaking of frogs.

"Wow--"

"Wow!"

"Waaaaah—"

These are treasures that are highly sought after in the cultivation world!

In the Demon Realm, they were everywhere!

You should know that in the black market of the cultivation world, a fist-sized piece of Netherworld Profound Iron can sell for a hundred mid-grade spirit stones.

We still have to grab them!

My brother listened to the chorus of frogs, and his eyes behind the mask curved into a smile.

Then he waved.

A squad of demon soldiers flew out from the side.

He was holding a tray with various mineral samples on it.

They flew to the leaders of each sect and respectfully presented the samples.

Elder Hu Tu of the Qingyun Sect calmly accepted a piece of Netherworld Profound Iron: "The purity... is higher than that circulating on the black market!"

Zhou Tongxiao of the Yuling Sect took the Xuanbing Jade ore and nodded after just one glance: "Hmm, the quality is excellent."

The elder of the Hehuan Sect held the Stardust Sand in his hands and exclaimed, "It's said to be produced only in the North Sea, I never imagined the Demon Realm would also have it!"

The Zen abbot received a piece of mysterious gold stone and uttered, "Amitabha!"

Then he quickly tucked it into his sleeve.

Her hand speed was even faster than Gu Chenguang's bookkeeping.

Only Elder Wangji remained silent. He had received a piece of Frost Marrow, and he was completely petrified, his expression as if he had seen his long-lost son.

As I watched this scene, I thought to myself: My brother's mouth must be smirking down the side beneath his mask.

Sure enough, my brother laughed and said, "These are all mineral samples we dug. You can all take a look at the quality."

He paused, then continued, "Our Demon Realm also welcomes trade with other realms. We welcome all sects from the cultivation world to come and make purchases."

A monk raised his hand: "What's the price?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another group of demons flew over.

They were holding stacks of flyers.

Distribute them to everyone.

I took a closer look.

It's a flyer.

Beautifully printed promotional leaflets.

It is printed with pictures, descriptions, and prices of various minerals.

The paper is smooth, the font is clear, and the layout is beautiful.

There's also a way to contact them: a communication talisman number belonging to a demon general specifically in charge of trade.

At the very bottom, there is a line of smaller text, in bold:

The first 100 buyers will enjoy a 10% discount. Discounts available for bulk orders; custom orders are also welcome.

The demon general began distributing the flyers, his movements as practiced as if he had handed them out ten thousand times.

"Come, come, fellow Daoists, take a look. This is our product catalog."

"This is Netherworld Profound Iron, which comes in three grades: high, medium, and low, with prices ranging from fifty for medium-grade to two hundred for medium-grade."

—"This is stardust, graded into six levels of purity, and is most suitable for making ceremonial robes."

"—This is Xuanbing Jade, an essential ingredient for alchemy. Just add a small piece to each batch, and the success rate of pill refining increases by 20%!"

—"This is…"

Everyone in the cultivation world had a flyer in hand and was looking down at it.

His expression grew increasingly complex.

I stared at the flyer and fell silent.

My brother's marketing tactics...

Who taught you?

Is it the mortal realm again?