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

Just as Elder Wangji was about to continue speaking, Murong Zhuo raised his hand.

"Elder, I'll say it myself."

Elder Wangji nodded.

So Murong Zhuo put down the mirror in his hand... (Yes, he had been looking in the mirror the whole time) and cleared his throat:

"My family is the Murong family, one of the four great families in the cultivation world."

"The four major families?" I blinked. "Are they very rich?"

Murong Zhuo's expression was somewhat complicated: "He's rich. But that's not really my concern."

He lowered his head and his voice became very soft.

"I'm an unloved young master. My mother left when I was very young. My father... he has many sons, he doesn't need me."

"Later, it was discovered that I had dual spiritual roots, one earth and one wood. My family then started treating me better."

"Give us resources, elixirs, and robes."

"I thought...they really cared about me."

The firelight danced on his face.

"When I was twelve, my family arranged for its disciples to go out and train. I was injured by a demon beast while protecting my clan. My spiritual root was damaged, and my cultivation was hindered."

"Then, they took the resources back."

His voice was calm, so calm that it didn't sound like he was talking about himself.

"The elders started to treat me coldly. They said I was 'wasting the family's resources,' that I was 'mediocre,' and that I should give the resources to more promising disciples."

"I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran away."

"But the sects outside won't want a useless person with damaged spiritual roots."

"I came to the Heavenly Sword Sect just to try my luck."

He raised his head and looked at Elder Wangji.

"The sect leader said that I can be a menial disciple first."

"But behind the scenes, he and the elders were searching everywhere for ways to continue their spiritual roots."

"Finally, the sect leader even went to the North Sea Realm to find me a supreme treasure to continue my spiritual root."

Su Ning whispered, "That's a Saint-level treasure from the cultivation world. It's said that there's only one in the entire North Sea Realm, and the sect leader talked to someone for three days and three nights to borrow it."

Murong Zhuo nodded.

"Later, the sect leader asked the alchemy elder of Qingyun Sect to refine the treasure into pills."

"Healed me."

"It's been renewed... one spiritual root."

He smiled.

"It can be considered a blessing in disguise. My dual spiritual roots have become a single spiritual root, making cultivation much faster."

"Then I became a disciple of the sect."

He stood up and bowed deeply to Elder Wangji.

"Elder, thank you. Thank you, Sect Master. Thank you to all my fellow disciples."

Elder Wangji waved his hand: "Once you enter the Heavenly Sword Sect, the sect will not abandon any disciple. That's the rule."

Murong Zhuo straightened up.

His eyes reddened.

Everyone was trying to comfort him...

He suddenly pulled a mirror out of his pocket and looked at his face from left to right.

"Luckily, I look good even when I cry."

Everyone: "..."

Elder Wangji took a deep breath and looked away.

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Then his gaze fell on Gu Chenguang.

"As for Dawn, he is the only one who came up from the mortal realm."

Gu Chenguang looked up, closed his notebook, and listened quietly.

"That year, I was traveling in the mortal realm and passed through a country called 'Great Yan'. I had just broken through a minor realm, so I borrowed their royal villa for seclusion."

"When I opened my eyes after the retreat ended, I saw a child peering at me from the window."

"He was about seven or eight years old, wearing a small dragon robe, and his eyes were as bright as stars."

He asked me, "Are you an immortal?"

I said, "I guess so."

"To mortals, those in the cultivation world are nothing short of immortals."

He said, "I don't believe it. Unless you take me to the world of cultivation."

Elder Wangji paused for a moment.

"I'll bring him back."

There was a three-second silence in the cave.

Su Ning spoke up: "Elder, you've been fooled by him, haven't you?"

Elder Wangji remained unfazed: "I don't know. Maybe he was lying to me, or maybe I was lying to him. Anyway, he came back with me in the end."

Gu Chenguang defended himself, saying, "Elder, I really didn't believe it at the time."

Elder Wangji looked at him: "Do you believe me now?"

Gu Chenguang nodded: "I believe you. But every time I see you flying on a broomstick, I still don't quite believe it."

Elder Wangji: "..."

I couldn't help but laugh.

Elder Wangji cleared his throat and continued, "This kid has loved reading since he was a child. Unfortunately, the Heavenly Sword Sect's library only has sword manuals, so he saved up money to go down the mountain and rent books to read."

I asked curiously, "What books does Sixth Senior Brother read?"

Elder Wangji thought for a moment: "He's read all of those: 'The Overbearing Sword Saint Falls in Love with Me,' 'My Body Cultivation Saint Body Makes an Online Comeback,' 'Rebirth: I'm a Big Shot in the Cultivation World.'"

I looked at Gu Chenguang: "Sixth Senior Brother, no wonder you're so cultured."

Gu Chenguang cleared his throat: "Knowledge knows no social class."

I nodded.

A question suddenly came to mind.

"Elder, why isn't there a story about the second senior brother?"

Elder Wangji got stuck.

After several seconds of silence, he finally spoke: "Because... Young Master Fu joined the Heavenly Sword Sect at the age of fifty-eight. Therefore, he has no childhood story."

My eyes widened: "Fifty-eight?"

Elder Wangji nodded: "Yes, he is also the only disciple who entered the sect at such an old age."

"When the sect leader was traveling, he accidentally picked up a boy who had been beaten half to death by evil cultivators."

"At the time, the sect leader said that since we couldn't recruit anyone anyway, it wouldn't be bad to pick up a free gatekeeper disciple."

Me: "...The sect leader's vision...is truly grand."

Su Ning nodded in agreement: "The sect leader has always had a grand vision."

Yan Chuan: "I picked up the senior brother to do odd jobs for free."

Murong Zhuo: "I was picked up just to make up the numbers."

Gu Chenguang: "I picked me up out of curiosity."

Me: "I picked up the second senior brother to guard the gate."

Shen Qingchen concluded: "The Heavenly Sword Sect never engages in unprofitable business."

Elder Wangji coughed and continued, "Later we discovered that he had considerable talent. When Qingchen and the others were practicing swordsmanship, he memorized it after watching them only once."

"Then I became a disciple of the sect."

I raised my hand: "Then why is he second? Wasn't he the last one to arrive?"

The senior students all rolled their eyes.

Elder Wangji's expression also became subtle.

"He said he didn't want to be the junior apprentice; he wanted to be ranked according to age."

"But your senior brothers all disagree."

"He took a supposedly ancestral elixir and bribed the sect leader."

Me: "...The sect leader accepted him?"

Elder Wangji remained unfazed: "The sect leader has given him a chance. If he defeats the other senior brothers, he can be ranked higher."

"Later, he defeated Suning, defeated Yanchuan, and defeated Chenguang."

"But they didn't defeat Qingchen."

"So it's ranked second."

I asked curiously, "What kind of medicine is that ancestral elixir?"

Elder Wangji remained silent for a moment before speaking:

"Aphrodisiac pills."

The entire room fell silent for three breaths.

I blinked: "What's an aphrodisiac pill? I've never heard of it before."

Su Ning immediately covered my ears: "You're only three and a half years old, you don't need to listen."

Yan Chuan also reached out and covered my ears: "Yes, you don't need to listen."

Murong Zhuo also reached out his hand.

Gu Chenguang also reached out his hand.

Four pairs of hands covered my ears, and I couldn't hear anything.

All that could be seen was Elder Wangji's mouth moving.

When I was released, I only heard the last few words.

"...The sect leader had it appraised, and it's fake. It's just an ordinary Qi-Nourishing Pill."

"...Later, Young Master Fu was beaten up by the sect leader, but his ranking was not taken back."

Gu Chenguang concluded, "Second Senior Brother is a ruthless person."

Shen Qingchen closed his eyes and said calmly, "Anyway, you can't beat me."

Elder Wangji said seriously, "But he is indeed a ruthless person. His diligence in practicing swordsmanship is no less than that of Qingchen."

"A 108-year-old Golden Core cultivator at the late stage is the strength of a chief disciple in any major sect."

He paused, his tone tinged with pride.

"And this child is also a filial child."

"After finding the Netherworld Iron Ore, he wrote to me saying, 'Elder, I've struck it rich. When I return, I'll forge a new sword for each of you.'"

The senior students' eyes lit up.

Looking at their expressions, I silently touched the storage bag in my arms.

I also have several tons of Netherworld Iron.

That's enough to make a lot of swords.

Never mind, I won't take it out yet.

Let's talk about it when my second senior brother comes back.

Wait a minute~~

I counted on my fingers.

The second senior brother entered the sect at the age of fifty-eight and reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm at the age of one hundred and eight.

It took him 50 years to go from zero to the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

His cultivation speed is faster than that of his senior brothers.

Second only to the eldest brother.

No wonder he was able to beat Suning, Yanchuan, and Gu Chenguang.

I thought about it again.

A 108-year-old late-stage Golden Core cultivator.

My brother is also 108 years old.

He was also in the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

Skillful.

coincidence?