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

It is Fu Yan.

He stood in the morning light, dressed in black, wearing a silver mask, his clothes fluttering in the breeze.

Several powerful demon generals followed behind him.

The senior students immediately tensed up.

Elder Wangji stood silently in front of me.

Su Ning's hand was on the hilt of his sword—no, his sword was broken, so he was pressing on the empty scabbard.

Yan Chuan gripped the cracked door panel sword tightly in his hand.

Murong Zhuo narrowed his peach blossom eyes. Although the sword was gone, he could not lose his momentum.

Gu Chenguang stuffed the notebook into his pocket, freeing his hands. Although he didn't know what he could do with his hands free, at least he wouldn't have to swing the notebook around when he ran.

The eldest brother was the calmest.

His sword was broken, and he had nothing in his hands.

But his back was very straight.

Like a swordsman without a sword.

Like a penniless pauper.

Fu Yan looked at the group of people, but his expression was not visible behind the mask.

But he was definitely trying not to laugh.

Because when he spoke, there was a subtle hint of amusement in his voice.

"Fellow Daoists, there is no need to be nervous."

He paused.

"The Demon Lord requests your presence."

The entire room fell silent.

Su Ning's voice cracked: "Demon...Demon Lord?"

Yan Chuan pointed to his nose: "Invite us?"

Murong Zhuo swallowed hard: "Why did you invite us?"

Elder Wangji's expression was solemn as he quickly analyzed via telepathy: "We will now disguise ourselves as demon cultivators. A Chaos Spiritual Root has emerged from the Demon Realm, and it's perfectly reasonable for the Demon Lord to want to meet this genius."

He paused, glancing at the demon generals behind Fu Yan.

"Besides, this is the Demon Realm's territory. If we don't go..."

He didn't finish speaking.

But everyone understood.

If we don't go, we might not be able to get out.

Su Ning swallowed hard and replied telepathically, "The elder is right. Let's go then, we haven't done anything wrong anyway."

Yan Chuan added, "He just survived a tribulation."

Murong Zhuo added, "I just got a little bit of a lightning strike."

Gu Chenguang added, "And incidentally, it also helped the elder break through his sixty-year bottleneck."

Elder Wangji glared at them.

Then he took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Fu Yan, and said, "Then... I'll have to trouble you."

Fu Yan nodded, turned slightly to the side, and made a "please" gesture.

So, the group followed Fu Yan and flew back.

Flying towards the central area.

Then we passed through Blackwind Valley.

But I didn't climb this time.

The demon general behind Fu Yan created a barrier, a black, semi-transparent dome, which enveloped everyone inside.

The wind howled as it swept past outside the barrier.

But there wasn't a breath of wind inside the barrier.

Elder Wangji glanced thoughtfully at the demon generals.

To be able to easily block the fierce winds of Black Wind Valley, one must be at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

A demon general in the Nascent Soul stage serves as a follower to the young lord of the demon realm.

The young master's strength might be greater than he imagined.

Su Ning leaned close to Elder Wangji's ear and asked telepathically, "Elder, will the Demon Lord realize we're not demons?"

Elder Wangji thought for a moment: "We've taken demonic energy pills, so we have demonic energy on us. We're also wearing demonic clothing, so... it's hard to say."

Everyone was speechless.

Yan Chuan pressed further, "What if the Demon Lord asks us questions?"

Elder Wangji paused for a moment, then said, "Speak less. Let me do the talking."

Murong Zhuo continued via telepathy: "What if the Demon Lord invites us to dinner? Will we be able to stomach the food of the Demon Realm?"

Everyone was looking at him.

Elder Wangji said expressionlessly, "Is this the time to be concerned about that?"

Murong Zhuo shut up.

Gu Chenguang silently made a mental note of it:

—A Journey to the Eternal Night Divine Capital.

—Risk level: Unknown.

—Danger level: Unknown.

—The Demon Lord's attitude: Unknown.

—Note: I hope I can come back alive to write more stories.

……

After leaving Black Wind Valley and passing through the ten demon cities in the middle perimeter, the sky grew darker the further in you went.

From dark red to deep purple, and finally almost black.

But it's not pure darkness.

There were twinkling fireflies in the sky, as if someone had shattered the Milky Way and scattered it across the heavens.

They arrived at the Netherworld Rift.

Those biting shadows—they even dared to come closer and sniff me when I was here last time.

Upon seeing Fu Yan this time, they all shrank back.

It shrinks faster than a rabbit.

Elder Wangji's expression was solemn: "The Demon Realm's young master's cultivation is probably higher than I imagined."

Su Ning nodded: "Last time I withstood the heavenly lightning without any problems, at least I'm at the Nascent Soul stage."

Yan Chuan: "He might be even more powerful than the elders."

Murong Zhuo: "And he walks so elegantly."

Elder Wangji remained silent for a moment.

I was listening from the front and almost burst out laughing.

Nascent Soul stage?

My brother?

He's probably still taking elixirs to heal his injuries.

Walking gracefully is definitely a forced effort.

But I can't say it.

All I could do was silently fly behind him.

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

Flying through the rift in the netherworld, a bright and clear view suddenly appeared before us.

A massive city appeared on the horizon.

Ancient runes were carved on the city walls, faintly glowing.

In front of the city gate was a wide avenue, with tall stone pillars standing on both sides.

A ghostly blue flame burned atop the pillar, illuminating the entire avenue.

The Eternal Night Divine Capital.

The capital of the demon realm.

The place where I grew up.

Elder Wangji gasped, "What a magnificent city!"

Su Ning swallowed hard: "This city wall is even higher than Qingyun Sect's."

Yan Chuan: "This gate is even bigger than the one of the Yu Ling Sect."

Murong Zhuo: "This pillar is even thicker than those in Zen Buddhism."

Gu Chenguang silently noted: The Demon Realm's capital seems to have a greater presence than the five major sects of the cultivation world combined?

The young master of the demon realm personally led the way, and the city gate guards knelt down as soon as they saw him from afar.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed.

Pass through the city gate, through the outer city, through the inner city.

The further you go, the more high-level demons you encounter.

Some have horns, some have wings, some have patterns on their faces, some are covered in fire...

Each of them possessed a powerful aura and sharp eyes.

If you pick any one of them, they would at least be at the Nascent Soul stage in the cultivation world.

But when they saw Fu Yan, they all lowered their heads and retreated to the side of the road.

dare not approach.

I dare not look directly at it.

Elder Wangji swallowed hard and transmitted his voice to everyone: "It seems that the young master of the Demon Realm has a higher status than I imagined."

Su Ning whispered, "After all, he is the young master of the Demon Realm, the future Demon Lord."

Yan Chuan: "And his cultivation level is so high."

Murong Zhuo: "And he walks so elegantly."

Elder Wangji fell silent again.

……

Finally, we arrived at the outer gate of the Demon Palace.

Before the Gate of the Underworld.

Two enormous stone lions crouched at the entrance.

One on the left and one on the right, lifelike.

No, they're real!

Live!

The kind of life that has lived for eight thousand years!

The elders and fellow disciples stopped in their tracks.

Elder Wangji paused, his pupils shrinking sharply: "The White Ze Sacred Beast?"

He stared at the two stone lions for a long time, and after confirming that he wasn't seeing things, he felt terrible.

Su Ning's voice trembled: "This...this is...a sacred beast?"

Yan Chuan's eyes widened like saucers: "A descendant of Bai... Bai Ze?"

Murong Zhuo's voice trembled: "The Demon Palace actually uses sacred beasts to guard its gates?"

Gu Chenguang opened the notebook, his hands trembling violently, but he still secretly wrote it down:

—Demon Palace Defense Strength Assessment:

—Guardian monsters: Two.

Rank: Sacred Beast level.

—Age: Visually estimated to be at least five thousand years old.

—Combat strength: Unknown. But his aura is even more terrifying than that of a Nascent Soul stage elder.

—Behavior: Not moving for now, possibly sleeping.

Danger Level: ★★★★★★★★★★ (10 stars, maximum)

—Note: The entire Heavenly Sword Sect combined might not be able to defeat these two stone lions.

—Additional note: Luckily, they didn't wake up.

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Then the two stone lions saw me.

They woke up.

The senior students' faces turned pale instantly.

Elder Wangji's hand had already reached into his storage bag, probably to retrieve the half-broom handle.

Then~~

The two stone lions wagged their tails at the same time.

The one on the left wagged its tail.

The one on the right wagged its tail halfway.

Then they all stopped at the same time, as if they suddenly remembered that they were sacred beasts and should not wag their tails.

So the tails froze in mid-air, neither up nor down, like two frozen sticks.

The senior students: "..."

Elder Wangji: "..."

The entire room fell silent.

The wind blew past my ear.

Two crows cawed in the distance.