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

The senior students also wanted to buy some things.

But they couldn't bear to part with it.

The group huddled together and whispered among themselves for a long time.

Finally, Suning gritted his teeth and pulled out a storage bag.

"Let's buy a sword for our junior sister."

Yan Chuan nodded: "That's right, she doesn't have her own sword yet."

Murong Zhuo: "Buy a good one. One made of Netherworld Black Iron."

Gu Chenguang opened his notebook and began calculating rapidly:

"The Netherworld Profound Iron Sword, originally priced at 250, is now 200 (20% off)."

"We still have 1,300 high-grade spirit stones, but we need to save them for our junior sister's cultivation. We need to buy pills, foundation-strengthening pills, and so on..."

He calculated for a moment, then looked up and said, "Enough to buy one."

Everyone fell silent.

I also fell silent.

1,300 high-grade spirit stones, that sounds like a lot.

But for my cultivation speed, it's only enough to break through one or two minor realms.

Buy a sword?

nonexistent.

I popped up from the side and said, "I don't want to."

The senior students were startled.

Su Ning: "Junior Sister? What brings you here?"

I looked at them seriously: "I don't want the sword. I'll wait until I reach the Core Formation stage."

Yan Chuan scratched his head: "But how can you practice swordsmanship without a sword?"

I blinked: "I can practice with a wooden sword. Anyway, I'm mainly training my body now, so I can practice sword techniques with a wooden sword."

What did Murong Zhuo want to say?

I interrupted him: "Save the spirit stones for my cultivation. Once I reach the Core Formation stage, I'll buy even better ones."

Gu Chenguang remained silent for three seconds.

Then he wrote in his notebook:

—Junior Sister's Words:

—Once I reach the Core Formation stage, I'll buy something even better.

—Note: So sensible it's heartbreaking.

The senior students didn't say anything more.

But their eyes told me that they had made up their minds: when they had money in the future, they would definitely buy their junior sister the best sword!

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The group strolled around for a full two hours.

In two hours, I witnessed what a "consumer frenzy" truly meant.

Some people buy ore, sometimes buying hundreds of kilograms at a time.

Some people buy ritual implements, sometimes dozens at a time.

Some people buy pills, sometimes a dozen or more bottles at a time.

—People from Qingyun Sect bought the most.

Their Hutu elders bought an entire mountain of ore and hauled it back by airship.

The other disciples carried even more bags and packages.

Everyone's storage bags were bulging, making it difficult to walk.

The people from the Yuling Sect were also very happy with their purchases.

They bought a lot of ore, intending to go back and refine it into weapons.

Li Bufan bought a bunch of baby monsters, saying he would go back and raise new spirit beasts called "Demon Realm Hybrids".

Qing Liuliu even specially picked out a small, humorous black iron sword, saying it was for the pink pig to use for self-defense.

Wait, why does the pig need a sword?

With its round body, does it tuck the sword under its armpit and use it as a toothpick?

……

—The female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect were the biggest buyers.

They are not interested in magical artifacts, but they have no resistance to clothing, jewelry, cosmetics, and other products that are unique to the demon realm.

I saw them empty a stall that sold demon costumes.

The demon woman grinned from ear to ear and even gave each of them a colorful hair ribbon in the end.

Their colorful hairbands, paired with their pink and purple dresses, made them look like a group of moving rainbows from afar.

—Zen disciples also bought quite a few.

But the things they bought were rather unusual.

Some people buy wooden fish drums, claiming they are "made of wood from the demon realm, and they sound different when struck."

Some people buy futons, saying they are "made of demon grass and are more comfortable to sit on."

There were also people buying cassocks, saying they were "made of silk from the demon realm, making one look more prestigious when wearing them."

I looked at them for a long time, but I still couldn't see any difference between these things and those from the cultivation world.

But their expressions told me: They're different, definitely different. How could something from the Demon Realm be the same?

—The Food God Sect bought a large amount of ingredients from the Demon Realm.

Ghost Mushroom, Crimson Flame Pepper, Frost Bamboo Shoot, Lightning Strike Fruit...

They discussed as they bought:

"This can be used to make soup."

"This can be stir-fried."

"This can be used as a cold dish."

"That works..."

As I listened to their discussion, I suddenly felt a little hungry.

—But the Heavenly Sword Sect came up empty-handed… Oh, Elder Wangji bought it.

He bought a bunch of pots and pans, a string of Buddhist prayer beads, a meditation cushion, and a monk's robe, even though he already had a bunch of monk's robes.

Only the senior students returned empty-handed.

They left empty-handed, without taking a single item with them.

Let's take a look at the people from other sects.

They returned home laden with bags and packages.

I silently gave my senior brothers thirty-two thumbs up in my heart.

This is the true swordsman.

Even in poverty, one remains steadfast and never abandons one's lofty aspirations.

To put it simply...

No money!

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The shopping spree is coming to an end.

My brother flew over the commercial district and waved goodbye enthusiastically.

"Fellow Daoists, welcome back next time!"

"The Wangchuan Commercial District is open for three days each month: the 1st, 15th, and 28th! Anyone who wants to come in and shop can take a free boat ride; we'll provide transportation!"

"You can come and have fun even if you don't buy anything! Experience the magic world and its culture!"

"However, only the commercial area is open at present; other areas of the Demon Realm are not open for the time being."

He paused, then raised his voice:

"In the future, we will open some scenic areas one by one."

"For example, sightseeing in the Netherworld Rift! Exploring Black Wind Valley! Touring the Eternal Night Capital at night! Rafting on the main stream of the River of Oblivion..."

"Stay tuned!"

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

But some people muttered under their breath, "River of Oblivion? Is it the person drifting or the soul?"

Another person asked directly, "Young Master, is the River of Oblivion rafting exciting?"

My brother replied with a grin, "Exciting. After one round, it'll shorten your lifespan by at least three years."

The person: "..."

My brother quickly added, "Just kidding. The lifespan reduction is because we have special...visual effects. Safety guaranteed."

Those in the cultivation world listened with their eyes lighting up.

The person said, "That's good. I'll definitely give it a try."

As I listened, I thought to myself: Indeed, the essence of humanity is—to court death.

But judging from the expressions of those cultivators, they seemed quite expectant.

The other person nodded, "I'll come again next time. Things here are much cheaper than in the cultivation world."

"And the demons aren't as terrifying as the legends say."

"Yeah, that old lady selling magic energy was pretty enthusiastic."

"The uncle who sold Warcraft puppies even gave me a bone."

"The lady who sells demon costumes even complimented me on how good I looked in them."

……

Hearing these words, I couldn't help but feel moved.

My brother's move was brilliant.

First, open up the commercial area and let people come in to buy things.

Once people get used to it, we can open the tourist area to the public and let them come in for tourism.

Once tourists get used to it, then we can open up residential areas and let people settle down here.

Step by step, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water.

Eventually, the border between the demon realm and the cultivation realm will become a commercial street.

Not the battlefield.

Looking at my brother's masked face, I suddenly felt a sense of admiration.

As expected of my brother.

At 108 years old, he is already the chief marketing officer and business genius of the demon realm.

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The crowd began to disperse.

The demon soldiers maintained order and helped the cultivators leave by boat in batches.

Our group from the Heavenly Sword Sect mingled in the crowd, pretending to walk towards the ship.

Halfway there, Elder Wangji pulled us away in the chaos.

To be precise~

He held onto Su Ning with one hand, pulled Yan Chuan with the other, and hooked his leg around Murong Zhuo's collar, shouting, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

It's like an old man leading his whole family to sneak onto a ticket.

We ran towards the areas that were not yet open to the public.

We left the commercial district.