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

As everyone knows, the Sword Sect is a notorious "poor family" in the cultivation world.

I took a look at the Heavenly Sword Sect's booth.

Sure enough, not a single person signed up.

I grabbed the white-bearded elder: "Can't you really let me into the Qingyue Sect? I'll even be a menial disciple."

The white-bearded elder shook his head: "First, you're too young; second, your spiritual root isn't good enough; third, you don't even have the registration fee, let alone the fact that you'll have to earn most of your cultivation resources after joining the sect. Even if you come here to do odd jobs, there's no future in that."

I quickly waved my hand: "I don't need to be successful, I just need to be able to see your sect leader."

The white-bearded elder laughed: "You're just a menial disciple; you'll never have the chance to see the sect master in your entire life."

I:"……"

The white-bearded elder patted my head: "Go, child, go and find the path that suits you."

I kept turning back to look at myself.

If he couldn't see his mother, would he have to go back to the Demon Realm?

Should I go back to the Demon Realm and continue eating porridge? Or should I go mining with my brother?

I shivered.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of seven large characters written on the Heavenly Sword Sect's booth: No tuition fees, meals and accommodation included!

I ran over there excitedly: "Really, tuition is free? And room and board are included?"

Yesterday, those handsome men's eyes lit up when they saw me: "Little sister, it's you!"

I nodded: "If Qingyun Sect doesn't want me, can you take me?"

The handsome man with the braid smiled, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons: "Of course you can! Come on, let's take a test!"

So I tested it again.

They were a little disappointed to see that I had five spiritual roots.

But seeing that I had excellent physical attributes, they were overjoyed, as if they had found a treasure.

The senior disciple glanced at the test results, then at me, and pondered for a moment: "Sword cultivation is tough; every day involves sword practice, meditation, and body tempering. Are you really willing to come to the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

I thought about the throne in my father's demon palace that had three cracks.

Then I thought about my brother's boots, which were almost worn through.

Then he nodded solemnly: "I'm willing! As long as food and lodging are included!"

The eldest disciple smiled, a smile so beautiful it was impossible to look away: "Alright, from today onwards, you are the junior sister of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

The handsome man with the braid cheered, picked me up, and spun me around: "We have a junior sister! The first female disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect in a hundred years!"

He spun me around until I was dizzy, but my heart felt warm.

Although I didn't find my mother, at least...

There are places that include meals and accommodation.

Although the Heavenly Sword Sect is poor, it doesn't matter.

I comforted myself: all big shots have a painful past at the grassroots level.

My dad once said that when he was young, he started as a lowly soldier in the demon realm, and his daily job was to polish the Demon Lord's (his dad's) boots.

My dad said earnestly, "What does this show? It shows that perseverance leads to victory, and even polishing boots can pave the way to a future!"

My brother chimed in, "This means Grandpa only has you as his son."

My dad: "..."

In short, grassroots experience is very important.

I am currently experiencing grassroots work firsthand.

..............................

The handsome man with the braid let me down, and my fellow students surrounded me like I was some rare animal.

"By the way, junior sister, what's your name?"

— "Fu Pin".

"—Fu Pin? What a great name! It sounds like it was given by a cultured person!"

Me: "...My dad named it."

"Then your dad must be very cultured!"

I thought about how my dad couldn't even draw a map properly: "...Hmm, maybe."

They began by introducing themselves.

The handsome man with braids smiled and said, "Junior Sister, my name is Su Ning, I am your third senior brother, 103 years old, and I am at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm."

I bowed obediently and said, "Greetings, Third Senior Brother!"

I thought to myself, "This name... why does it sound like a promotional offer?"

The kind-hearted handsome man smiled and said, "My name is Yan Chuan, your fourth senior brother, 104 years old, mid-stage Golden Core."

I bowed obediently and said, "Greetings, Fourth Senior Brother!"

I thought to myself, this name sounds like it's related to fire, so the food must be delicious, right?

The handsome man with peach blossom eyes blinked, his eyes captivating: "My name is Murong Zhuo, I am your fifth senior brother, 105 years old, mid-stage Golden Core cultivator."

I bowed obediently and said, "Greetings, Fifth Senior Brother!"

I thought this surname sounded like the second male lead in a tragic love story, destined to love someone he couldn't have, silently protecting them, and eventually having to help the female lead raise her child.

I hope that my fifth senior brother will not have such an ending in the future.

A handsome young man with a baby face, holding a book, spoke in a refined manner: "My name is Gu Chenguang, I am your sixth senior brother, 98 years old, and I am at the early stage of the Golden Core realm."

I was taken aback: "Your youngest is 98 years old?"

Gu Chenguang nodded, his baby face full of vicissitudes: "Yes, he's 98, but he's still a child."

I:"……"

A 98-year-old child?

So what am I now, at 3 years and 1 month old?

Embryo?

I couldn't help but ask, "What's the legal age for being a minor in your cultivation world?"

Gu Chenguang: "Anyone under three hundred years old is considered a teenager."

Fine.

My dad is 3,000 years old and still thinks he's a young talent. You guys are 300 years old and consider yourselves teenagers, which is perfectly reasonable.

Finally, there's the eldest brother.

He stood there, exuding a cool and aloof air, dressed in white, his cuffs patched neatly with fine stitches.

The eldest disciple looked at me, his eyes as gentle as a spring breeze: "Shen Qingchen, Xingyi, 110 years old, chief disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, early stage of Nascent Soul."

I bowed obediently and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother."

He thought to himself, "As expected of the senior brother, even his name has such an elegant feel to it: Qingchen, meaning pure and simple like dust."

The handsome man with braids, the third senior brother, Su Ning, immediately added, "Our eldest senior brother is the number one genius in the cultivation world! He entered the Nascent Soul stage at the age of one hundred!"

I blinked: "Is the Nascent Soul stage... that powerful?"

Everyone: "…………"

Shen Qingchen coughed lightly: "It's just... more powerful than the Golden Core stage."

Me: "Oh."

I have absolutely no idea.

Shen Qingchen patted my head, then reached out and picked me up: "Now that we've recruited a disciple, let's go back. I doubt anyone else will come."

Me: "...So hasty?"

Third Senior Brother Su Ning: "Junior Sister, our Heavenly Sword Sect values ​​fate and doesn't force things. Since fate has brought us together, let's go home!"

Family.

This word brought tears to my eyes.

My father returned me to my family, and my mother went into seclusion. I thought I had no home anymore.

But now, these poor senior brothers in patched clothes say they want to take me home!

I sniffed and nodded.

Several senior brothers drew their swords and flew on them.

I glanced down at their swords and was shocked.

Although their clothes and shoes were tattered, each of their swords was ridiculously beautiful.

Senior Brother Shen Qingchen's sword was entirely silver-white, with flowing light swirling around its blade. The hilt was inlaid with an unknown gemstone that refracted seven colors of light under the sunlight.

The third senior brother Su Ning's sword is bluish-green, with lifelike carvings of vines on the hilt, clearly not an ordinary item.

Fourth Senior Brother Yan Chuan's sword... no, it's a knife, as big as a door panel, fiery red, with ferocious dragon patterns on the back of the blade.

Fifth Senior Brother Murong Zhuo's sword is golden, so bright and dazzling it's blinding.

Sixth Senior Brother Gu Chenguang's sword was ice blue and exuded a chilling aura.

I asked cautiously, "Your swords must be very expensive, right?"

Shen Qingchen nodded: "Sword cultivators may be poor, but swords cannot."

Me: "So you all spent all your money on swords?"

All the senior disciples nodded in unison, their expressions as solemn as if they were reciting some kind of oath of joining the sect.

Third Senior Brother Su Ning: "The sword is a sword cultivator's life!"

Fourth Senior Brother Yan Chuan: "As long as the sword lives, so does the man; if the sword dies, so does the man!"

Fifth Senior Brother Murong Zhuo: "The sword is our Dao companion! How can we mistreat our Dao companion?"

Sixth Senior Brother Gu Chenguang: "Although I bought my 'Daoist Companion' at a 30% discount from a secondhand market last year, I love it very much!"

I:"……"

Fine.

I think I understand.

This group of people are the legendary type who would rather go hungry than not buy luxury goods.

This is a disease that needs to be cured.

But I didn't say it.

Because now I'm one of them too.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Shen Qingchen hugged me and stepped onto his sword: "Junior Sister, hold on tight."

I nestled in his arms, watching the sword slowly rise.

Flying on a sword!

This is my first time flying on a sword!

Although my father can also fly, he either uses demonic energy to create wings or teleports directly.

He said flying with a sword was too troublesome, and he would have to buy a sword instead.

My brother can do it too, but he usually rides a mining cart.

The sword flew higher and higher. Shen Qingchen activated the protective shield, and the warm air felt wonderful.

Then, I fell asleep.

After all, I am only three years and one month old.

After traveling for ten days and having my spiritual roots and character tested, I was exhausted.

When I woke up, it was two days later.