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

Fu Yan sent people to escort us back to Zhongwei.

After the demon general left, the composure that the elders and senior brothers had just maintained collapsed with a bang.

Elder Wangji was the first to break down.

He took out his storage bag, poured out a few pieces of Frost Marrow, held them in his hands, turned them over and over, and muttered incantations.

"Is this real? Is this really real? I've lived for eight hundred years and I've never seen such a large piece of ice marrow."

"The wholesale price for top-grade quality is 100 yuan per jin, there must be 20 jin of this..."

He suddenly remembered something, and his expression changed: "The Zen Buddhist implements can be compensated! That's great! I don't have to sell myself anymore!"

—Su Ning, clutching the Green Wood Spirit Sword, grinned from ear to ear: "I have a new sword. I have a new sword. I have a new sword."

Say the important thing three times.

Yan Chuan placed the Crimson Fire Heavy Sword across his knees, touching it again and again.

"This sword is heavier than my old broadsword, but it feels so good in my hand..."

Su Ning: "Your sword is three times heavier than your old one, isn't it?"

Yan Chuan nodded: "Yes. It will be faster to chop wood from now on."

Su Ning: "...Can't you think of something else?"

Murong Zhuo held the Thick Earth Sword, looking at it from left to right, up to down.

"I'm only at the late stage of the Golden Core realm right now. If I carry this sword, won't people think I stole it?"

"But..." he said, looking at himself in the mirror with the blade of his sword, "thieves probably aren't as handsome as me, are they?"

Suning complained, "Can you please not make this sword look like it's with a vase?"

Gu Chenguang drew his Frost Sword, then put it back.

It was pulled out, then pulled back in.

I repeated it more than ten times.

Su Ning couldn't hold back any longer: "Sixth Junior Brother, can you please stop playing around?"

Gu Chenguang looked up, his expression serious: "I'm testing the speed at which this sword is drawn. It's 0.3 breaths faster than before."

Suning: "...You even count this?"

Shen Qingchen remained silent.

He sat on a rock, placed the meteorite iron sword on his lap, closed his eyes, and gently stroked the blade with his fingers.

The gesture was as if he were caressing a rare treasure.

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Elder Wangji finally snapped out of his ecstasy.

"Wait, the swords that the Demon Lord gave you were all based on your spiritual root attributes."

The other senior brothers then realized what was happening.

Su Ning: "That's right. I have a wood elemental root, give me the Green Wood Spirit Sword."

Yan Chuan: "I have a fire elemental root, give me the Crimson Fire Heavy Sword."

Murong Zhuo: "I have an earth elemental root, give me the Thick Earth Sword."

Gu Chenguang: "I have a water elemental root, give me the Frost Sword."

Elder Wangji stroked his beard: "With the Demon Lord's cultivation level, he can see through our spiritual root attributes at a glance, which makes sense."

He paused, then frowned: "But why would the Demon Lord send such an expensive gift? Just because Xiao Pin'er has a Chaos Spiritual Root? Isn't this level of importance... a bit excessive?"

The senior students exchanged glances.

Then everyone looked at me.

Su Ning was the first to speak: "Junior Sister, what did the Demon Lord say to you?"

Yan Chuan followed up, "Your identity wasn't exposed, was it?"

Murong Zhuo waved his hand: "If our identities were exposed, we would have been arrested long ago. Why would we be delivering swords?"

Gu Chenguang didn't speak, but his gaze was piercing.

I took a deep breath.

Then he took out the bag containing three thousand high-grade spirit stones from his pocket.

"The Demon Lord certainly values ​​this a lot," I said. "He even gave me this."

The elders and senior disciples' eyes widened instantly, like copper bells.

Three thousand high-grade spirit stones.

More spirit stones than they had ever seen in their entire lives combined.

I took the opportunity to pull out the five tons of Netherworld Iron Ore from my storage bag.

"They also returned the Netherworld Black Iron Ore."

The elders and senior disciples were utterly astonished.

I took out another bag, the one Shadow Seven gave me last time. It contained various mineral samples, but even more than the Elder's bag, and the variety was more complete.

"I returned this."

I collapsed to the ground.

A pile of stardust, icy marrow, black gold stone, crimson copper...

Piled on the ground, it forms a small, colorful mountain.

The elders and senior disciples' chins have disappeared.

I pressed my advantage: "Look, the Demon Lord gave me so much ore. Is that enough for us to go back and build up our sect?"

Elder Wangji stared at the pile of ore and remained silent for a long time.

Then he took a deep breath.

That's enough.

Then, he took out a communication talisman and infused it with spiritual power.

"Wen Zhiya, Jingyuan, stop working. Go back to your clan."

The communication talisman lit up.

Wen Zhiya's voice came from across the way, sounding tired from shoveling poop: "Huh? Why? I still have three cartloads of spirit beast poop to shovel."

"Stop shoveling." Elder Wangji's voice was as calm as if the sky had fallen.

"Return to rebuild the sect."

Wen Zhiya remained silent for three seconds.

"Okay. I'll be right back."

The communication talisman went out.

Elder Wangji put away the talisman, looked at the ore and spirit stones scattered on the ground, and then looked at me.

"Little Lin."

"Um?"

"Do you have a special connection with the demon realm?"

I blinked.

"Maybe."

He stared at me for a long time.

Then he shook his head and stopped asking.

Some things are better left unexamined.

If we delve too deeply into this, I'm afraid my heart won't be able to handle it.

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We changed back into our cultivation world clothes and sneaked back to the commercial district.

As they strolled along, Su Ning whispered, "Elder, the Demon Realm's young master said he'd give Junior Sister's sword next time, so... should we come again next time?"

That's a good question.

Everyone looked at Elder Wangji.

Elder Wangji remained unfazed, his feet barely touching the ground, and he uttered a single word:

"Come!"

Decisive and efficient, without hesitation.

He paused, then added, "Wait until Xiao Pin'er's Nascent Soul arrives."

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Elder Wangji counted on his fingers, speaking faster than Gu Chenguang keeping accounts: "You can get a free ride through the tribulation and also swindle the Demon Lord out of gifts—where else can you find such a good deal?"

The senior students exchanged glances.

This logic seems... flawless?

Yan Chuan scratched his head and posed a probing question: "But Elder, isn't the Demon Realm the sworn enemy of the cultivation world? Is it really appropriate for us to accept a gift from the Demon Lord like this?"

Murong Zhuo frowned as well: "Yes, what if word gets out and people say we're colluding with the enemy?"

Elder Wangji stopped and turned around, his tone serious:

"Times have changed. Now there is no fighting on the border, and the two sides have started trading together, so enemies have naturally become friends."

He glanced down at the Frost Marrow in his storage bag, and added with a serious expression:

"Moreover, those who give Frost Marrow to their friends... are called close friends."

The senior students fell silent.

This logic seems...

"It doesn't seem to be wrong?" Yan Chuan scratched his head.

"No problem." Murong Zhuo nodded. "Whoever pays is the boss, whoever provides the ore is the friend. Isn't that how it is in the cultivation world?"

Gu Chenguang silently took out his notebook and quickly wrote down:

—The first principle of the Heavenly Sword Sect's external relations:

—A friend is one who gives you ore.

—The one who gave me the Frost Marrow was a good friend.

—The one who gave the meteorite iron sword from outer space was…

As he wrote this, his pen hovered in mid-air, seemingly considering his choice of words.

Shen Qingchen rarely spoke up first: "Those who give the sword are like second parents."

Everyone turned to look at him.

Su Ning: "Senior Brother...you've changed."

Shen Qingchen: "Nothing has changed."

"You weren't like this before!"

"There was no choice before."

After saying that, his hand unconsciously touched the scabbard at his waist again.

That action was at least three times more frequent than he usually touched his sword.

Seeing that gesture, Su Ning shut up.

Fine.

The world of sword cultivators is that simple and brutal.

Whoever gives you a good sword is family.

Gu Chenguang lowered his head and completed the sentence in his notebook:

—The ones who gave the meteorite iron sword from outer space were my second parents!

—Note: This was personally confirmed by the eldest disciple. From this day forward, the Demon Lord is the benefactor of our sect.

Elder Wangji coughed lightly: "Alright, stop joking. Quickly blend into the crowd and don't arouse suspicion."

We straightened our clothes and swaggered into the commercial area.