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

Like a group of thieves, we huddled along the mountainside and squeezed into an inconspicuous canyon.

"Elder, does this count as illegal immigration?" Su Ning asked in a low voice.

Yan Chuan asked nervously, "Could this trigger a diplomatic incident between the two worlds?"

Elder Wangji paused, turned back, and glared at the two of them: "What do you mean by smuggling? This is called 'secret investigation.' Didn't we come here with the Myriad Immortals Alliance to investigate the unusual activities in the Demon Realm?"

Murong Zhuo muttered to himself, "But we've already found out."

Elder Wangji pretended not to hear.

After walking for about an hour, we arrived at a deserted valley.

Surrounded by mountains on all sides, the valley floor is flat, and a small stream flows through it.

The environment is nice, suitable for... doing something.

Elder Wangji stopped and took out a small porcelain bottle from his robes.

"Here, eat this."

I took the porcelain bottle, opened it, and smelled it.

A strange smell assaulted my nose.

It looks a bit like burnt rubber, and a bit like...

Never mind, I won't describe it.

"Demonic Qi Pill," Elder Wangji explained, "After consuming it, a faint demonic aura will emanate from the body, disguising one as a demon."

I swallowed one.

I didn't feel anything special.

Perhaps it's because I am half a demon myself.

Elder Wangji took out several more sets of clothes from his storage bag.

"Put them on." He handed the clothes to us.

I took it and saw that it was a demon's outfit.

Predominantly black with dark red patterns, some pieces have hoods, others have gray capes, and there are several decorative items that look like scales.

Su Ning unfolded a robe, his expression subtle: "Elder, where did this robe come from?"

Elder Wangji remained expressionless: "I bought it. Just now in the commercial area, the shop on the second floor corner was having a 50% off sale on everything."

Yan Chuan picked up a piece of clothing and held it up against himself: "It fits quite well."

Murong Zhuo had already dressed silently, and even took out a small mirror to check his appearance: "Not bad, newer than what I'm wearing."

Gu Chenguang frowned: "This material... is a bit prickly."

Everyone changed their clothes.

Elder Wangji began to apply makeup to us.

He took out a pen, dipped it in some kind of black liquid, and drew some strange patterns on our bodies.

"Demonic markings," he explained. "All demon cultivators have these. Some are born with them, some are drawn on. We draw them on too, and if we're going to pretend, we'll do it the most convincingly."

After we finished drawing, we looked at each other.

Me: All in black, with black magic patterns painted on my face, black from head to toe, like a walking lump of coal.

Suning: Dressed in a black robe adorned with demonic patterns, he looks like a rogue demon cultivator.

Yan Chuan: His sturdy build paired with a black outfit makes him look like a foreman in some mine in the Demon Realm.

Murong Zhuo: Peach blossom eyes paired with demonic markings give him a surprisingly alluring and sinister air.

Gu Chenguang: With his baby face and black robe, he looks like an apprentice from a demon academy.

Shen Qingchen: After changing from white clothes to a black robe and putting on a hood, his whole demeanor changed, and he exuded a mysterious aura of a demonic assassin!

So cool!

Elder Wangji looked us over and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad. Now it seems we're a small, independent cultivator team from the Demon Realm."

Suning raised his hand: "So where do we go now?"

Yan Chuan was taken aback: "Right, the Demon Realm is so big, where are we going?"

Murong Zhuo blinked: "It is said that the Demon Realm is even larger than the Immortal Cultivation Realm, with its outer perimeter alone covering the area of ​​several states."

Gu Chenguang opened "Tales of the Demon Realm" and began to read:

"The towns that the young master of the Demon Realm just flew over were actually just the outer perimeter of the Demon Realm."

"To enter the central area, you need to pass through Black Wind Valley."

"After passing Black Wind Valley, we will reach the central perimeter."

"Within the central area are ten demon cities and countless villages and towns of all sizes."

"Then you have to go further in, and you'll have to pass through the Netherworld Rift."

Only then can one reach the inner city of the Demon Realm's capital: the Eternal Night Divine Capital.

He looked up: "Records say that the Eternal Night Capital is inhabited by high-ranking demons and noble demons. The Demon Palace is also located there."

He closed the notebook and looked up at Elder Wangji: "So, where are we going?"

Elder Wangji lowered his head in deep thought.

Shen Qingchen spoke up: "The Eternal Night Capital is too dangerous; it's easy to be discovered."

Elder Wangji nodded: "Yes. Go to the central area. When the heavenly lightning strikes, everyone will see it in the central area of ​​the Demon Realm. That will be enough to convince people that the Chaos Spiritual Root originated from the Demon Realm."

So we headed towards the central area.

Gu Chenguang took out his notebook and started taking notes as he walked:

—Demon Realm Infiltration Operation:

—Disguise: A rogue demon cultivator.

—Equipment: Demon Qi Pill + Demon Clothing + Demon Runes.

—Objective: Find a secluded place for my junior sister to form her Golden Core.

—Note: Do not get discovered.

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After walking for about two hours, a huge canyon appeared ahead.

The canyon is flanked by black cliffs that rise into the clouds, barren of any vegetation.

The wind rushed out of the canyon, carrying a sharp whistling sound.

The sound of the wind was like ten thousand people screaming at the same time.

It is Black Wind Valley.

Elder Wangji stopped and frowned.

He made a hand seal, and a layer of pale golden light enveloped his body.

"Come, enter my barrier. I will lead you there."

I tugged at his sleeve.

"Elder, there's really no need for that."

Elder Wangji looked down at me: "Then what should we do?"

I pointed to the howling wind ahead: "I know a simple way to avoid the wind."

"Oh?"

Then I lay down.

He lay on the ground, on all fours, and began to crawl forward.

The wind blew over me, but I stayed close to the ground, with a small contact area, so I remained steady.

I climbed a few steps, then looked back at them: "What are you all standing there for? Come on."

Su Ning spoke with difficulty: "Junior Sister... is this the Wind-Avoiding Technique you mentioned?"

I nodded: "That's right. The wind in Blackwind Valley blows horizontally. If you walk standing up, you'll be blown away. But if you lie down and crawl, your surface area exposed to the wind is smaller, so you can slowly move in."

Elder Wangji remained silent for three breaths.

Then he removed the barrier, took a deep breath, and lay down first.

"I've lived for over eight hundred years, and I never thought of this method."

Then he started climbing.

Shen Qingchen lay down expressionlessly and followed suit.

His expression remained aloof, but the contrast between a cold and aloof Nascent Soul stage sword cultivator crawling on the ground... made my stomach hurt from trying so hard to hold back my laughter.

Su Ning sighed and lay down.

Yan Chuan scratched his head and lay down.

Murong Zhuo glanced at his newly changed black robe, gritted his teeth, and knelt down.

Gu Chenguang was the most decisive; after lying down, he even took out a notebook and started taking notes as he crawled:

—Method of travel in Blackwind Valley: crawl.

— Inventor: Junior Sister.

—Efficiency: High.

—Image: Zero.

—Note: I hope this won't be seen by other sects.