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

Su Ning transmitted his voice, which sounded weak: "Elder, did the stone lion... wag its tail?"

Yan Chuan transmitted his voice, which sounded weak: "Elder...do the stone lion wag its tail?"

Murong Zhuo transmitted his voice, trembling, "Elder... why do they wag their tails when they see Junior Sister?"

Gu Chenguang didn't use telepathy; he simply took out his notebook and wrote:

—Observation Record of the Guardian Beast of the Demon Palace:

—It wagged its tail after seeing its junior sister.

—Reason Analysis 1: Junior Sister has a Chaos Spiritual Root, which the Sacred Beast sensed and felt a sense of closeness to.

—Reason Analysis 2: The junior sister is cute, and the sacred beast likes her.

—Analysis of Reason 3: ...

He couldn't write anymore.

Because whatever the reason, it's terrifying.

A three-and-a-half-year-old child made two sacred beasts that had lived for at least five thousand years wag their tails.

This scene just doesn't look right.

Elder Wangji attempted to explain everything using the logic he had developed over 800 years:

"The sacred beast must have sensed the aura of the Chaos Spiritual Root."

"It's normal for the demon race's chaotic spiritual root and the demon realm's sacred beasts to be close to each other."

He paused, then said, "This is a good thing for us."

The senior students nodded in agreement.

This explanation... is quite reasonable.

I silently watched the two stone lions.

The one on the right ran away last year because it was poor.

I heard from Yingqi that he came back after running away for three months.

When it came back, it had lost a lot of weight, and it had lost several patches of fur.

Now when it sees me, it wants to wag its tail but doesn't dare to.

I managed to hold back my laughter.

Fu Yan, who was ahead, finally stopped outside the middle gate.

"Fellow Daoists, please wait here for a moment."

He looked at me.

"The Demon Lord wants to see her alone."

The senior students' expressions changed.

Elder Wangji frowned: "Demon Lord, did you only see your disciple?"

Fu Yan nodded: "Mm."

Just as the senior brothers were about to step forward, Elder Wangji raised his hand to stop them.

"We must not act rashly," he said telepathically. "This is the Demon Palace. If the Demon Lord wants to see someone, no one can stop him."

The senior students fell silent.

I looked up at them and said, "It's alright. I'll be back soon."

Su Ning sighed, squatted down, and straightened my collar: "Junior Sister, just call if you need anything. We're right at the door."

Yan Chuan slung the Cracked Sword over his shoulder: "That's right! If anyone bullies you, Fourth Senior Brother will be the first to rush in!"

Murong Zhuo blinked his peach blossom eyes: "Although I've lost my sword, I can still say a few words with this face of mine."

Gu Chenguang closed his notebook and looked at me earnestly: "Junior Sister, come back alive."

I:"……"

Sixth Senior Brother, your choice of words is a bit too strong.

The eldest brother didn't say anything; he just looked at me.

Then he nodded slightly.

That nod meant: Go ahead, I'm here.

Elder Wangji also squatted down and lowered his voice: "If the Demon Lord asks about your background, just say that you are just the daughter of a rogue cultivator who was unexpectedly adopted by the demons in the central area. Don't say anything else."

I nodded: "Understood."

So I followed Fu Yan into the Demon Palace.

As I passed by the two stone lions, the one on the left wagged its tail again.

The one on the right lowered its head and rubbed against my hand.

The elders and fellow disciples watched from behind, all frozen in shock.

Gu Chenguang wrote in his notebook:

—The sacred beast's attitude towards its junior sister:

—Wag your tail: Yes.

—To rub hands: Yes.

—Note: This is no longer just acceptance. This is... submission?

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Inside the Demon Palace.

Obsidian flooring.

Torches of the Netherworld.

A faint smell of sulfur filled the air.

The Demon Palace is still the same Demon Palace.

It's exactly the same as when I left.

We walked through a long passageway.

We passed through several more palace gates.

The demon palace servants they encountered along the way all knelt down.

We finally arrived at the main hall.

Before I even stepped into the palace, a voice came from the side.

"The little princess is back!!!"

I turned my head.

A one-eyed old demon stood behind a pillar, his eyes bloodshot and his hands trembling.

He was the old steward of the Demon Palace, and he watched me grow up.

They are also the most senior, hardest working, and most tearful demons in the demon realm.

"This old servant is so moved..." He wiped away his tears, "The little princess has finally returned... This old servant thought he would never see the little princess again..."

I took a few fruits out of my pocket and handed them to him.

"Here you go. A specialty of the cultivation world."

The one-eyed old demon took the fruit, and tears immediately streamed down his face.

"The little princess still remembers the old demon... The old demon is so touched..."

I patted his hand: "Don't keep stealing my Netherworld Fruits."

The old demon was stunned.

Then she cried even louder.

Me: "...I just don't want to eat the fruit you've already eaten."

The old demon cried even harder.

"The little princess dislikes the old demon... The old demon is so sad..."

Just as I was about to explain, a figure suddenly appeared.

The next second, he was lifted high by a pair of large hands and spun around six times in the air.

Three circles to the left, three circles to the right.

Then he kneaded her hard into a broad chest.

"Daughter! I've missed you so much!"

I was being choked so tightly I could hardly breathe, my face turning red: "Dad... loosen it... I'm going to die..."

Fu Xiao quickly let go, but still held on tightly.

He looked me up and down, his eyes and nose red, like a stone lion that had been abandoned by its owner for three months and was finally found again.

"You have no idea, when the tenth bolt of lightning struck, I was scared to death! My heart was in my throat!"

My dad's acting was as exaggerated as ever.

But the tears in his eyes were real.

"Thankfully, it worked." He rubbed his eyes, grinned, and said, "I've formed my Golden Core! A Chaos Golden Core!"

"As expected of my daughter, Fu Xiao! A Golden Core cultivator at three and a half years old! A Chaos Spiritual Root, a once-in-ten-thousand-years talent! Hahahaha!"

His laughter echoed throughout the hall, making the magical patterns on the stone pillars glow.

I waited until he finished laughing before asking him:

"Father, did you already know I had a chaotic spiritual root? That's why you sent me to the cultivation world?"

Fu Xiao's smile froze.

"This...that..."

His gaze began to wander.

They looked left and right, up and down, but they just wouldn't look at me.

After stammering for a while, he finally gave up and shrugged:

"Geniuses are too expensive! I can't afford to raise them! What if my genes are too good and I accidentally gave birth to a chaotic spiritual root? What can I do then?"

"Dad's troubled too!"

He became more and more self-righteous as he spoke, and finally even puffed out his chest, as if to say, "This is not my fault, blame me for being too outstanding."

I:"…………"

Fine.

I couldn't refute this reason.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he quickly changed the subject: "By the way, why didn't you join the Qingyun Sect? Your mother is so rich."

My face immediately darkened.

"Because the map you drew for me was just a bunch of scribbles!"

"I followed this method for ten days, only to find out it was wrong!"

Fu Xiao shrank back guiltily.

I spoke louder and louder:

"Then I asked for directions all the way, and it took me another twenty days to get there."

"When my shoes were worn out and my feet were blistered, I ate spiritual herbs when I was hungry on the road and slept by the roadside when I was sleepy."

"By the time I found the Qingyun Sect, my mother had already gone into seclusion!"

Fu Xiao's neck shrank even shorter.

I got angrier and angrier as I talked:

"The gatekeepers of the Qingyun Sect simply don't believe I'm my mother's child!"

"They think I'm a fraudster who came to claim relatives! They're going to drag me to the back mountain to shovel spirit beast droppings!"

Fu Xiao: "…………"

He was silent.