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

The three protective amulets on his body lit up at the same time.

It was a jade talisman given by the First Elder Wen Zhiya, a jade pendant given by the Second Elder Jingyuan, and a bracelet given by the Third Elder Wangji.

Three golden rays enveloped me, like three golden eggshells.

A bolt of lightning struck the eggshell.

"Click—"

The first layer shattered.

"Click—"

The second layer shattered.

"Click—"

The third layer also shattered.

The three amulets couldn't even last three breaths.

The lingering force of the thunderbolt struck me.

pain.

It felt like being whipped with a red-hot iron bar.

But I can endure it.

My golden elixir was spinning rapidly in my dantian, becoming more and more solid.

Like a bead taking shape, it transforms from sand into clay, and from clay into stone.

………………

The seventh bolt of lightning struck.

There are no amulets this time.

Pure, complete, and unobstructed lightning struck me.

It flows in from the top of the head, through the neck, through the chest, through the dantian, and all the way to the soles of the feet.

The meridians throughout my body felt as if they had been burned by fire.

pain.

It hurts a lot.

It hurt so much that my whole body was shaking.

The pain was so intense that my vision went black.

It hurt so much I almost screamed.

But I gritted my teeth and endured it.

Because I knew that if I shouted it out, my senior brothers would rush over.

They will take care of it for me.

Then their swords will shatter, their hands will crack, and their bodies will be injured.

I don't want to see them get hurt again.

Elder Wangji and my fellow disciples gathered around, looking at me nervously.

I gritted my teeth and said, "I...I...am still okay."

Suning stretched out her hand and then pulled it back, unsure of what to do.

Yan Chuan was so anxious he kept pacing around in circles.

Murong Zhuo stared intently at me, his peach blossom eyes wide and unblinking.

Gu Chenguang took out his notebook, but his hands were shaking so badly he couldn't write.

The eldest brother stood at the front, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his flesh.

………………

When the eighth bolt of lightning struck down.

Elder Wangji and his fellow disciples all stood up.

They are prepared to share the burden with me.

The elder stood at the very front.

The eldest brother stood behind him.

The four senior brothers stood in a row.

Six people, six figures, blocked my way.

Then~~

The instant lightning struck.

A dark figure blocked everyone's path.

Dressed in all black, wearing a silver mask.

He arrived so fast that no one had time to react.

Lightning struck him.

He was completely engulfed by purple lightning.

Everyone thought he was going to die.

Elder Wangji's mouth dropped open.

The senior students' eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

I was terrified.

Three breaths later.

The lightning dissipated.

Fu Yan stood still.

The black clothes were intact.

The silver mask is intact.

My hair is still perfectly styled.

He lowered his hand and turned around.

Elegant posture.

His steps were measured and unhurried.

It's like taking a walk in your own backyard.

He glanced at me.

They didn't say anything.

Then~~

It flew away.

Even as it flew away, its posture remained elegant.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind, and her black hair flew in the air.

It was as if he was just passing by and casually offered a helping hand.

Elder Wangji's mouth remained open for a long time.

Su Ning's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "The young master of the Demon Realm?"

Yan Chuan stammered, "Why...why did he..."

Murong Zhuo swallowed hard. "Perhaps... he thought we were demon cultivators?"

Gu Chenguang realized, "Right! We ate the Demon Qi Pill and were wearing Demon Realm clothes! He must have thought Junior Sister was a genius of the Demon Clan!"

Elder Wangji nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense. A chaotic spiritual root has emerged in the Demon Realm, and as the young master of the Demon Realm, he should naturally protect him."

Su Ning looked in the direction where Fu Yan had disappeared, her eyes filled with admiration: "That young master of the Demon Realm... he seemed perfectly fine just now."

Yan Chuan chimed in, "To withstand such powerful heavenly lightning, one must be at least at the Nascent Soul stage, right?"

Murong Zhuo nodded: "Perhaps his cultivation level is even higher than the elder's."

Elder Wangji paused for a moment: "Judging from how elegantly he walks, he might be more powerful than me."

I listened from the side, my expression calm.

I was thinking to myself: My brother is such a good actor.

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

far away.

Fu Yan had just flown over the mountain ridge.

Her elegant posture crumbled instantly.

It fell straight down from mid-air.

It didn't fly, it crashed.

With a "bang," he slammed face down onto the ground.

Fu Xiao leaned closer to check on him: "Son, are you alright?"

Fu Yan remained silent.

He lay on the ground for several breaths before turning over.

Then he took out his storage bag and poured out a large pile of pills.

Nourishing Essence Pill, Pulse-Continuing Pill, Foundation-Strengthening Pill, Spirit-Returning Pill, Bone-Regenerating Pill, Heart-Clearing Pill...

He stuffed handfuls of them into his mouth, like he was eating candy.

Fu Xiao looked at him with a complicated expression.

I don't know if I feel sorry for the pills or for him.

"Son, what are you showing off with, a mere Golden Core cultivator?"

Fu Yan swallowed a handful of pills and took a breath: "Are we just going to watch my sister get struck by lightning?"

Fu Xiao replied matter-of-factly, "What about her senior brothers?"

Fu Yan glared at him: "Didn't you see that the elders and senior brothers are all injured?"

Fu Xiao blinked: "Oh."

He really didn't see it.

He was too busy watching the lightning.

He had never seen such a powerful Golden Core Heavenly Lightning in his three thousand years of life.

As expected of his daughter!

Fu Yan took a deep breath and swallowed another handful of pills.

Blood was dripping from his palm.

That bolt of lightning did manage to injure him.

He just didn't let anyone else see it.

An ordinary Golden Core cultivator withstood a tribulation lightning bolt five times stronger than that of a cultivator with a Chaos Spiritual Root.

You're lucky you're not dead!

But he couldn't let those people know.

I mustn't let my sister worry.

Fu Yan took a breath and looked up at the sky.

The calamity clouds were still churning.

The ninth heavenly thunderbolt is still brewing.

He frowned: "Next, you go."

Fu Xiao pointed to his own nose: "Me?"

"Yes. The ninth one is the last and the strongest. She can't withstand it."

Fu Xiao hesitated for a moment: "Wouldn't it expose me if I went?"

Fu Yan said expressionlessly, "You're wearing a mask."

"That's true."

Fu Xiao took out a mask from his pocket and put it on his face.

Then he stood up and dusted off his clothes.

"Don't be afraid, my dear, Daddy's here!"

Fu Yan pulled him back: "Don't shout."

"Oh right. We can't shout."

Fu Xiao took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "Don't be afraid, daughter, Dad is here."

Fu Yan: "…………"

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heaven.

The ninth heavenly thunderbolt is still brewing.

The calamity clouds churned more violently than ever before.

The lightning in the clouds looked like purple dragons rolling around.

The oppressive aura was so strong that it was hard to breathe.

Elder Wangji looked up at the sky, his face as white as paper.

"If this lightning strikes, Little Pin'er..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Everyone knew what he was going to say.

But no one backed down.

Instead, they all took a step closer.

Su Ning stood to my left, holding the broken sword in his hand.

Yan Chuan stood to my right, the door panel and the broadsword were covered in cracks.

Murong Zhuo stood in front of me, his clothes torn and blood at the corner of his mouth.

Gu Chenguang stood behind me, his legs trembling, but he stood ramrod straight.

Elder Wangji stood at the very front, his monk's robes fluttering in the wind.

Shen Qingchen stood beside me; the sword was gone, but he was still there.

Six people, six figures, like a wall.

I stood among them, and my nose felt a little sore.

"boom----!!!"

The ninth bolt of lightning struck down.

This time, the lightning bolt was thicker than any before.

It was as thick as a water bucket, purplish-black, and possessed a world-destroying aura.

Suddenly~~

A person appeared in mid-air.

Dressed in all black.

Behind him, demonic energy coalesced into a pair of enormous wings.

Black wings spread wide, blotting out the sky.

The clouds were even darker than those of the Robbery Clouds.

Darker than the night.

He flew up and caught the lightning with one hand.

The lightning bolt struggled in his hand, purple lightning crackling wildly.

Like a snake whose vital spot has been pinched.

He glanced down at me.

Then~~

It flung a large amount of lightning back into the sky.

Only a small portion was sent down and hit me.

That's enough for me to temper my body.

It won't hurt me.

"boom--!!!"

The thunder exploded in the sky, bursting into a giant purple firework.

The light illuminated the entire inner circle of the Demon Realm.

It illuminated Blackwind Valley.

It illuminated a tributary of the River of Oblivion.

It illuminated the mountains and rivers within a radius of hundreds of miles in the central area.

Everyone was stunned.

The entire room fell silent.

Elder Wangji's eyes widened like saucers: "This aura... is it the Demon Lord?"

Su Ning's mouth gaped open wide enough to fit a steamed bun: "Demon... Demon Lord?"

Yan Chuan immediately knelt down: "A living Demon Lord?"

Murong Zhuo's peach blossom eyes widened: "You caught the heavenly lightning with just one hand... and then flung it back?"

Gu Chenguang's pen slipped from his hand, and his notebook fell to the ground, but he didn't bother to pick them up.

He muttered to himself, "The Demon Lord himself took action... No one would believe it even if I wrote this down..."

Shen Qingchen looked up at the black figure in the sky and was shocked for a long time.

I also looked up at that figure.

That's my dad.

Demon Lord Fu Xiao.

That poor, illiterate bastard who sent me to the cultivation world to freeload.

At this moment, he stood in mid-air.

The wings behind him, formed from condensed demonic energy, slowly folded, making him look like a god descending from the sky.

He's unbelievably handsome.

He was so handsome I almost forgot he was illiterate.

He turned around, glanced at Elder Wangji, and then at his fellow disciples.

Finally, their gaze fell upon me.

Although his expression was obscured by the mask.

But there was heartache, pride, and a little bit of guilt in his eyes.

His voice was calm and steady, carrying the majesty befitting a demon lord.

"Since he is a genius of my demon race, I will naturally protect him."

After saying that, he turned and flew away.

Wings spread, black hair flying.

His clothes fluttered in the breeze, and he was elegant and graceful.

He flew more gracefully than his son.

Elder Wangji stared in the direction he had disappeared, remaining lost in thought for a long time.

"The Demon Lord... has come to protect us personally?"

Su Ning muttered to himself, "Does the Demon Realm value geniuses this much?"

Yan Chuan scratched his head: "Maybe...they really do value Chaos Spiritual Roots?"

Murong Zhuo seemed thoughtful: "The Demon Lord is so strong. Then why did he lose to him back then?"

Gu Chenguang suddenly looked up: "Is it necessary to surrender with this level of combat strength? Forget it, never mind."

He picked up the notebook and quickly scribbled down a line:

—Demon Realm Observation Report:

—The Demon Lord personally protected the Chaos Spiritual Root.

—Reasons: 1. The Chaos Spiritual Root is extremely rare. 2. The Demon Lord is in a good mood today. 3. The Demon Lord is a kind-hearted person.

—Note: No matter the reason, being handsome is all that matters.

Shen Qingchen remained silent.

He stared at the direction where the Demon Lord had disappeared, his eyes filled with seriousness.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "The Demon Lord is very strong."

I know he's very strong.

But I'm more concerned about something else...

My golden elixir.

It became.

Inside the dantian, a gray pill floated quietly.

It was gray and unremarkable, like a stone, radiating a soft light.

But this is my golden elixir.

I, Fupin, am three and a half years old.

Golden Core Formation Complete!