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

Two hours and three quarters had passed.

Everyone waited until their necks ached, their legs went numb, and they could barely keep their eyes open.

Suning muttered to himself, "Is the heavens having a meeting to decide how hard to strike?"

Yan Chuan chimed in, "They might be looking up the rules in a book: Golden Core Tribulation, three and a half years old, Chaos Spiritual Root... How does that count?"

Murong Zhuo rubbed his sore neck: "Should I go and urge them?"

Gu Chenguang said expressionlessly, "Try urging me. Let's see if I'll chop you up first or my junior sister."

Murong Zhuo shut up.

Elder Wangji stood at the very front, looking up at the tribulation clouds, his expression as if he had been constipated for three days.

"I have lived for over eight hundred years, and this is the first time I have ever seen such a tedious tribulation."

Shen Qingchen gripped the sword hilt tightly and remained silent.

But his brows were furrowed deeply.

………………

on the ridge.

Fu Xiao's neck was also sore.

He changed to his eighth posture, continuing to stare at the valley, muttering to himself, "Why hasn't it struck yet? Why hasn't it struck yet? Is the Thunder God asleep?"

Fu Yan glanced at him expressionlessly: "Father, can you please be quiet?"

Fu Xiao fell silent.

three seconds.

Then he started muttering again, "Daughter, don't get struck by lightning and die. If you do, who will take care of me in my old age? Your stingy brother only gives me a few spirit stones a month..."

Fu Yan took a deep breath.

I will endure.

This is my dad.

My biological father.

My biological father who gave me life and raised me.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Fu Xiao was still muttering to himself, "I should have known better than to send her to the cultivation world. At least she wouldn't get struck by lightning while eating porridge in the demon realm..."

Fu Yan finally couldn't hold back: "Father, you sent her away because you thought she ate too much."

Fu Xiao retorted confidently, "But I'm poor! You know we've even lost money on our underwear!"

Fu Yan didn't want to talk anymore.

Just when everyone's patience was about to run out...

"boom----!!"

The first bolt of heavenly lightning has arrived.

It was as thick as a water bucket, purple, and cleaved straight down from the center of the storm clouds.

The target is very clear: my skull.

The lightning struck so fast that Elder Wangji had barely raised his hand when it arrived.

"Click—click—click—"

All the magical artifacts that Elder Wangji had painstakingly arranged—the bronze mirror, the whisk, the prayer beads, and the alms bowl—were shattered.

The bronze mirror—is broken.

The whisk—shattered.

The prayer beads—broke.

The alms bowl—it's broken.

It shattered like glass shards, not even a speck remained.

That broom... caught fire.

The flames were still burning brightly, but after three breaths, only a bare broom handle remained.

Elder Wangji's face darkened.

It was darker than the calamity clouds in the sky.

"All gone with a single bolt of lightning?" His voice trembled, whether from anger or heartache, it was hard to tell. "I borrowed it from the Zen sect! I have to pay it back!"

He was heartbroken.

I know he's heartbroken.

But I don't have time to feel sorry for him right now.

The residual force of the heavenly lightning struck me along with the fragments of the magical artifact.

pain.

But it didn't hurt much.

Although the magical artifact was broken, it at least blocked most of the damage.

I could feel the electric current coursing through my meridians, like ten thousand ants crawling in my blood vessels.

itch.

numb.

Is it even a little bit enjoyable?

No, it's not "feeling good," it's "body tempering."

The heavenly lightning is helping me temper my body.

Burn away the impurities in the meridians and compress the spiritual energy in the dantian more firmly.

Like wrought iron.

The only difference is that the iron hammer is made of iron, while the thunder hammer is made of me.

The second bolt of lightning followed immediately.

There wasn't even time to catch my breath.

Elder Wangji formed a hand seal and placed a golden protective shield around me.

"boom--!!"

The barrier shattered.

Like an eggshell, it shattered completely.

Elder Wangji was thrown away by the shockwave, and tumbled twice in mid-air before regaining his balance.

When he flew back, his hands were trembling, his face was pale, and his eyes were blank.

"Is that really the Heavenly Tribulation of the Golden Core stage?" he muttered to himself, "It's no less powerful than the Heavenly Tribulation of the Nascent Soul stage back then..."

I opened my mouth as if to say something.

But the third bolt of lightning had already struck.

Elder Wangji gritted his teeth, formed a hand seal, and flew up.

A golden protective barrier opened up in front of him, like a shield.

It blocked most of the heavenly lightning, but allowed a small portion to strike me and temper my body.

It's probably like forging iron in a blacksmith's shop.

The blacksmith struck the iron billet with his hammer, and the billet deformed.

When Elder Wangji unleashed his lightning strike, I began to temper my body.

"boom--"

Lightning struck him.

His protective barrier flickered and then shattered.

He groaned, as if he had been punched in the chest, and fell straight down from mid-air.

I stumbled when I landed, but managed to keep my balance.

A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The senior students' expressions changed drastically.

"Elder!"

Elder Wangji waved his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He turned around and glanced at me.

After confirming that my golden core had solidified a bit more, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's alright. I can still..."

Before he could finish speaking...

The fourth bolt of lightning has already struck.

I guess they're rushing me to be reincarnated.

One after another, without even a break.

Wangji gritted his teeth and prepared to endure it again.

A white figure swept past him.

It is Senior Brother Shen Qingchen.

He leaped into the air, his longsword charging towards the heavenly lightning.

The sword blade shimmered with a silvery-white light, like a shooting star shooting against the current.

It collided with the purple lightning.

"boom--!!"

Lightning flashed and sword energy spread everywhere.

The entire mountain forest was illuminated, as bright as day.

The lightning strike was blocked.

But the eldest brother's sword...

Broken.

The fragments scattered and flew everywhere, like stars in the sky.

Each fragment reflected a purple electric light, so beautiful it was unbelievable.

The eldest disciple looked down at the remaining sword hilt in his hand and fell silent.

That silence was more heartbreaking than a thunderbolt.

I know that sword has been with him for many years.

It is said that he has been following him since he was still in the Qi Refining stage.

I accompanied him through Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul stages.

Now, it's broken.

It was broken for his junior sister.

He was knocked back several steps, his hand split open, and blood dripped down his fingers.

But he didn't say anything, he just silently put the sword hilt into his robes.

Then he stood beside me without backing away.

When the fifth bolt of lightning struck, all four senior brothers rushed forward together.

Su Ning, Yan Chuan, Murong Zhuo, and Gu Chenguang stood in a row, their four swords drawn simultaneously.

"Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, let us experience the power of Heavenly Thunder!"

Su Ning's Wood Spirit Root Sword Technique, with its cyan-green sword light entwined with heavenly lightning, attempted to divert the lightning away.

Yan Chuan's fire spirit root sword technique, the fiery red sword energy colliding with the heavenly lightning, exploded into a shower of sparks.

Murong Zhuo's Earth Spirit Root Sword Technique, with its heavy and steady golden sword light, is like a shield blocking the way.

Gu Chenguang's Water Spirit Root Sword Technique condensed his icy blue sword energy into ice, attempting to freeze the lightning.

Four sword lights, four colors, intertwined, meeting the purple heavenly lightning.

"boom--!!!"

Lightning flashed and sword energy scattered in all directions.

The four people were shaken and forced to retreat simultaneously, their feet carving four deep furrows in the ground.

Like four plows tilling the field.

—Su Ning's sword shattered.

He was stunned when the fragments flew out.

It felt like my purse had been stolen; I was both bewildered and heartbroken.

—Yan Chuan's sword... didn't break.

His sword was as thick as a door panel, very sturdy.

But it cracked; several cracks appeared on the sword, like a spider web.

His hand was also shattered, and blood dripped down the hilt of the sword.

—Murong Zhuo's sword shattered.

It was so shattered that even the hilt was gone.

He knelt on the ground, his clothes torn, panting heavily.

—Gu Chenguang's sword is gone.

It was chopped off completely.

But he was still standing.

Although a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth and his legs were trembling, he was still standing.

I looked at them.

Looking at the senior brother's empty hands.

Looking at the blood at the corner of Elder Wangji's mouth.

Looking at Su Ning's empty sword sheath.

Looking at Yan Chuan's bleeding hand.

Looking at Murong Zhuo's torn clothes.

Looking at Gu Chenguang's trembling legs.

I stood up.

"I'll do it myself from now on."

Elder Wangji was the first to object: "No! You're too young, you can't handle it!"

The eldest disciple also shook his head: "Too dangerous."

Su Ning stamped her feet in frustration: "Junior Sister, this is no joke!"

I looked at them seriously: "No, it won't. Besides, I'll carry it myself; the body tempering effect will be better."

This sentence is true.

When others take the blame, it's like boiling water through a pot lid; the water gets hot, but not quickly enough.

Taking the blame yourself is like putting a pot directly on a fire—it's quick and intense.

Elder Wangji hesitated for a moment.

He looked at the churning clouds in the sky, then at my determined gaze.

Finally, he sighed.

"Okay. But call us if you can't hold on any longer."

I nodded.

The sixth bolt of lightning struck.

I went to meet them.