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

After coming out.

My fellow students breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that I was alright.

That expression was like that of an old mother who had waited for three days and three nights to finally see her child come home.

Elder Wangji pulled me aside without making a sound and quietly probed in a wisp of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy circulated through my body, confirming that my meridians were intact, my golden core was stable, and there were no hidden injuries, before he could truly relax.

Then he clasped his hands in thanks to Fu Yan: "Thank you for the introduction, young master."

Fu Yan nodded slightly.

"The Demon Lord said that since the Chaos Spiritual Root is a genius of our Demon Realm, then no matter where she is in the future, the Demon Realm will always be her support."

Elder Wangji was stunned.

The senior students were also stunned.

What does this mean?

"The demon realm is her backing"—this statement carries considerable weight.

Elder Wangji glanced at me subconsciously, then at Fu Yan, pondering the meaning behind his words.

Fu Yan said no more, took out a storage bag from his pocket and handed it to Elder Wangji.

"This is a small token of the Demon Lord's appreciation. Thank you all for protecting my Demon Realm's prodigy as he undergoes his tribulation."

Elder Wangji took the storage bag and peeked through a crack.

Then his hands started to shake.

It was shaking even more violently than when Gu Chenguang was keeping accounts.

Su Ning leaned closer: "Elder, what's wrong?"

Elder Wangji remained silent.

He opened the storage bag a little and let his fellow disciples take a look.

Suning gasped in surprise.

Yan Chuan took two deep breaths.

Murong Zhuo gasped three times.

Gu Chenguang gasped four times.

Even Shen Qingchen's eyes widened slightly.

I stood on tiptoe and took a peek.

Inside the storage bag, neatly stacked:

Netherworld Iron, Stardust Sand, Frost Marrow, Mystic Ice Jade, Crimson Flame Copper... each one is as big as a brick.

A dozen or twenty kinds.

Each one is enough to feed the entire Heavenly Sword Sect for several years.

Fu Yan's voice was calm: "The Demon Lord said that everyone's contribution in protecting the geniuses of my Demon Realm during their tribulations is invaluable. This little something is just a token of my respect."

Elder Wangji opened his mouth.

He wanted to exchange a few polite words.

I wanted to say, "This is too valuable, we can't accept it."

I wanted to say, "It was nothing, Demon Lord, you're too kind."

But his mouth wouldn't obey him.

His hands wouldn't obey his commands either.

He gripped the storage bag tightly, refusing to let go.

The scene became very awkward.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "Then... I'll accept it without further ado."

Gu Chenguang wrote in his notebook:

—Elder Wangji's words upon receiving the gift: It would be impolite to refuse.

— Actual meaning: I will never let go, no matter what.

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Fu Yan clapped his hands again.

Four demon generals emerged from the shadows, each holding a box.

The box looked very heavy, and it was engraved with exquisite patterns.

The four boxes were handed to Su Ning, Yan Chuan, Murong Zhuo, and Gu Chenguang respectively.

One for each person.

"Your swords were damaged while protecting the geniuses of Chaos during their tribulations, and the Demon Lord feels deeply ashamed. These are newly forged swords from the sword-making workshop in the royal capital; please accept them with pleasure."

—Suning opened the box.

A green wood spirit sword lay inside!

The sword blade shimmered with a faint light, like a spring breeze.

The hilt of the sword is entwined with fine vine patterns, faintly exuding a sense of life.

Su Ning's eyes nearly popped out: "This, this is..."

Fu Yan: "Azure Wood Spirit Sword. A sword forged from the core of ten-thousand-year-old azure wood! It is naturally compatible with sword cultivators with wood spirit roots."

Su Ning held the sword, his hands trembling even more than Elder Wangji's.

Yan Chuan opened the box.

It's a Crimson Flame Greatsword!

The sword was thick and heavy, like a piece of red-hot iron.

Dark gold patterns flowed along the spine of the sword, like a river of magma surging underground.

Yan Chuan swallowed hard: "Crimson Fire Heavy Sword..."

Fu Yan: "Forged from Crimson Flame Copper Mother, infused with the essence blood of fire-type demon beasts. The heavy sword has no edge, but with a single strike, it can cleave mountains in two."

Yan Chuan held the sword, his eyes reddening: "I saw this sword at Wanbao Pavilion. It was priced at eight thousand high-grade spirit stones."

—Murong Zhuo opened the box.

It is a golden, earthen sword!

The sword is engraved with exquisite patterns, like the veins of the earth.

A bright yellow gemstone was also inlaid on the hilt of the sword.

He held the sword, his hands trembling: "A thick, thick earth sword?"

Fu Yan: "Yes, the Xuanhuang Stone Core forms the sword's core, incorporating the defensive power of an earth-type demon beast. It's well-rounded in both offense and defense, making it suitable for those with an earth-elemental spiritual root."

Murong Zhuo held the sword, his peach blossom eyes wide open: "I would never dare to dream of something this big."

—Gu Chenguang opened the box.

A frosty, icy blue sword!

The sword was slender and exuded a faint chill.

A thin layer of frost condensed on the blade, and the surrounding air was cooling down.

His hands stopped shaking this time because they were frozen.

Fu Yan: "With the core of the Frost Marrow and the sword bone of the Ten Thousand Years of Mysterious Ice, a single swing of the sword will freeze everything within a radius of ten feet."

Gu Chenguang asked with difficulty, "How much does this sword cost?"

Fu Yan: "It was a gift from the Demon Lord. It's free."

Gu Chenguang breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I opened my notebook and quickly wrote down:

—The Demon Lord gifted him a sword: the Frost Sword

—Estimated value: at least 10,000 high-grade spirit stones.

—Note: Our sect finally has a decent sword.

After finishing writing, he closed the notebook and looked up at Fu Yan.

"Thank you, Demon Lord." His voice was a little hoarse. "And thank you, Young Master."

The other three senior brothers also expressed their gratitude.

Senior Brother Shen Qingchen stood to the side, saying nothing.

But his eyes betrayed him.

He looked at the swords in his junior brothers' hands, a fleeting look of envy in his eyes.

There was also a touch of loneliness.

Fu Yan glanced at him.

Then take out the fifth box.

It's bigger than the previous four.

It's heavier than the previous four.

The patterns on the box are also more exquisite.

He handed it over personally. "Fellow Daoist, this was specially prepared for you by the Demon Lord."

Shen Qingchen took the box and opened the lid:

It is a silver-white sword.

The sword has a long, slender blade and a restrained luster.

There are no fancy patterns, no superfluous decorations.

But everyone could feel that the aura flowing through the sword was stronger than the four swords combined from before.

Shen Qingchen's hand trembled as he gripped the sword.

He was shaking even more violently than Elder Wangji.

It wasn't excitement.

It was shocking.

He recognized the material of the sword.

"This is... meteorite iron from outer space?"

Fu Yan nodded.

"A divine material for forging swords, a rare find in the cultivation world, a versatile material capable of bearing any spiritual root attribute."

"When this sword is swung, it can sever all magic arrays, barriers, and spiritual energy barriers."

"In the entire cultivation world, there are no more than three extraterrestrial meteorite iron swords that exist."

Shen Qingchen looked at Fu Yan, wanting to refuse.

But he couldn't open his mouth.

They couldn't let go of each other's hands.

This sword is too tempting for a sword cultivator.

It was so great that even his 110 years of cultivation couldn't withstand it.

Fu Yan spoke first: "Fellow Daoist, there's no need to refuse. Only you are worthy of this sword!"

He paused, then added, "A swordsman cannot live without a sword."

Shen Qingchen fell silent.

Silent for a long time.

Finally, he closed the box, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you, Demon Lord. Thank you, Young Master."

His voice was a little hoarse.

But it was very sincere.

Finally, Fu Yan looked at me.

I looked at him expectantly.

He paused for a moment.

Then he turned and left.

I:"……"

Wait, where's mine?

Why do all my senior brothers have them, but I don't?

Fu Yan took a few steps, then stopped.

He turned around and glanced at me.

A hint of a smile flickered in the eyes beneath the mask.

"I'll give you your sword next time."

I blinked: "Why?"

He did not answer.

He turned and disappeared into the depths of the Demon Palace.

I stood there, watching his back, a little dazed.

Why next time?

Is it because I'm currently at the Golden Core stage and can't use a very good sword?

Or is it because... he hasn't decided what to give him yet?

Forget it.

Anyway, I have my senior brothers.

At worst, I'll just use their services.