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

Chapter 53 Who exactly is the Chaos Spiritual Root?

Demon Realm Trade Zone:

This open day was more lively than the last one I came to.

Disciples from various sects crowded in front of the stalls, with the sounds of bargaining, arguing, and the clinking of spirit stones rising and falling.

"Give me two of this stardust—two pounds, please!"

"Do you still have any Frost Marrow? I'll pay more!"

"Boss, could you make this Xuanjin Bronze Sword cheaper? How about two hundred and fifty?"

—Boss: "No, the lowest price is two hundred and forty-nine. Our young master set the price, and no one can change it."

……

My brother's business empire is visibly expanding.

But what's even more sought-after than goods is news.

Every sect is inquiring about the same thing.

A disciple of the Qingyun Sect stopped a demon soldier: "Excuse me, has your demon realm produced a being with a Chaos Spiritual Root?"

The demon soldier remained expressionless: "This is a military secret of the demon realm; I cannot disclose it."

Another disciple from the Spirit Control Sect leaned over and asked, "Is that a high-ranking demon or royalty?"

The demon soldier remained expressionless: "Military secret, no comment."

A young Zen monk squeezed in, clasped his hands together, and whispered, "Tell me quietly, I won't tell anyone else."

The demon soldier's lips twitched: "...No comment."

A female cultivator from the Joyful Union Sect pushed through the crowd, throwing a flirtatious glance: "Is that Chaos Spiritual Root male or female? How old? Is it pretty?"

The demon soldier took a step back, his face saying, "Why are you cultivators so gossipy?" "I have no comment."

The Food God Sect members squeezed in, holding up a skewer of grilled spirit beast meat: "Does he eat spicy food? We've recently developed a spicy version of spirit beast jerky and want to find someone to try it."

The demon soldier finally couldn't hold back any longer: "...Is your Food God Sect here to buy things or to conduct research?"

"Do it all, do it all."

The demon soldier took a deep breath, turned around, and left.

They walked very fast, as if a dog was chasing them.

A collective sigh of disappointment rippled through the crowd.

"Why can't you say anything?"

"Exactly, they won't say anything no matter what you ask."

"The mouths of demons are stricter than the precepts of Zen Buddhism."

Elder Wangji walked ahead, and upon hearing these words, his expression remained as steady as an old dog.

His fellow students followed behind him, their expressions as steady as old dogs.

I followed behind my senior classmates, my expression...

It's as steady as an old dog.

After all, the "military secret" they were asked about was right behind them, munching on demonic skewers.

Su Ning whispered through telepathy, "If they knew that the Chaos Spiritual Root was right next to them, a three-and-a-half-year-old toddler, who had just received a bunch of gifts from the Demon Lord..."

Yan Chuan: "I reckon they could surround us on the spot."

Murong Zhuo: "Then he asked, 'How did you do that?'"

Gu Chenguang: "Then my junior sister said, 'I just... did some casual cultivation.'"

I:"…………"

Why are you all so familiar with my lines?

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When I reached a slightly more open area, I took out the bag containing three thousand high-grade spirit stones.

He shoved it into Elder Wangji's hand.

"Elders, fellow disciples, buy whatever you want today. It's on me."

The air became quiet.

Elder Wangji looked at the bag of spirit stones, his voice a little hoarse.

"Little Pin'er... this... how could I possibly accept this..."

I interrupted him: "Elder, you took the blame for me, so it's only right that I honor you."

Elder Wangji took a deep breath: "That's different. Taking the lightning is taking the lightning, and spending money is spending money. You are a disciple, and I am an elder..."

I interrupted him again: "So, do you want it or not?"

Elder Wangji: "Yes!"

The senior students: "..."

Elder, where is your integrity?

Elder Wangji accepted the bag without changing his expression and began distributing it.

"Three hundred high-quality items per person, spend them wisely."

Three hundred superior-grade items.

In the history of the Heavenly Sword Sect, no one has ever received so many spirit stones at once.

Su Ning held the spirit stone, his hands trembling.

Yan Chuan held the spirit stone, his mouth trembling.

Murong Zhuo held the spirit stone, her eyelashes trembling.

Gu Chenguang held the spirit stone, took out his notebook to make a note, but his hand trembled so much that he couldn't write anything.

Shen Qingchen accepted the spirit stone with a calm expression, but his grip on the spirit stone was tighter than his grip on a sword.

So we started a buying spree.

Elder Wangji headed straight for a shop selling rare materials.

They bought wood, bricks, and pillars—items unique to the demon realm and unavailable in the cultivation world.

Each one exudes a faint demonic aura.

But the boss said that once these materials are made into building materials in the cultivation world, the demonic energy will dissipate, leaving only solidity.

Therefore, it is very popular among people in the cultivation world.

After hearing this, Elder Wangji purchased three more obsidian pillars.

I also bought a bunch of strange and unusual seeds, which are said to glow when grown.

I also bought various ornaments, hanging decorations, screens, incense burners...

"It'll be useful for building up the sect!" he explained confidently as he stuffed the items into his storage bag.

Finally, he spent a lot of money to buy an alchemy furnace.

The alchemy furnace was entirely black, with intricate flame patterns engraved on it; it was clearly expensive.

"Jingyuan is coming back to refine pills," he said, his tone carrying a sense of pride, like "I'm finally rich!" "Now that I'm rich, of course I have to buy something good. I can't let people laugh at me!"

I looked at the alchemy furnace, and then at the elder.

"Elder, do you know how to refine pills?"

Elder Wangji was taken aback for a moment: "No."

"Then how do you know this alchemy furnace is good?"

He declared confidently, "Because it's expensive!"

Fine.

Expensive means good.

This logic is sound.

— Suning rushed into a spirit beast shop.

When I came out, I was holding a small magical beast that could breathe fire.

The monster looked like a dog, with white fur all over its body, but its eyes were golden, and it could breathe fire.

He held the magical beast and laughed like a child over a hundred years old.

"The boss said it's a mutated Flame Mastiff cub, which is why it's only a mid-grade 500."

I was puzzled: "Shouldn't the mutated ones be more expensive?"

Suning was taken aback: "Perhaps... white fur isn't as imposing as black fur, so it won't sell well?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "Anyway, the boss only charges me 500 for a medium-grade item."

"Take him back and give Elder Wen a good talking to. He can help Elder Jingyuan watch over the alchemy furnace, cook for Fourth Junior Brother, and guard the gate—a triple win!"

I looked at the little monster.

It had a pair of wet, golden eyes, an innocent look on its face, and looked somewhat like a dog.

I looked at Suning again, and it looked a lot like a dog.

Yan Chuan headed straight for the ingredients section.

I bought 300 jin of Lingmi rice.

One hundred catties of demonic flour.

Fifty catties of Netherworld Beast jerky.

Thirty catties of seasonings unique to the Demon Realm.

There was also a basket of ghost peppers, which are said to be so spicy they can make even a Nascent Soul cultivator cry.

He grinned, "I'll cook you something delicious when we get back!"

I looked at the bag of ghost peppers and silently prayed for my fellow students' stomachs.

Finally, he also bought a Netherworld Iron Pot.

"Finally...finally we don't have to use patched pots anymore."

He held the pot, his eyes shining, as if he were holding his newborn son.

—Murong Zhuo went into a clothing store.

We waited a long time.

When he came out, everyone fell silent.

He changed into a new set of clothes.

A long purple robe embroidered with subtle patterns.

A purple hair ornament, inlaid with jade.

A purple belt with tassels.

His entire body was purple from head to toe.

It's so purple it looks like a sentient eggplant.

Suning looked him up and down three times.

Fifth Junior Brother.

"Um?"

"We are from the Heavenly Sword Sect, not the Joyful Union Sect."

Murong Zhuo looked down at her new clothes, her face slightly flushed.

"Is it pretty?"

Everyone fell silent.

Gu Chenguang has been missing for half an hour.

When he came back, he was carrying a stack of books, and his expression was as excited as if he had found a top-grade spirit stone.

"Novels from the Demon Realm! Magazines from the Demon Realm!" His voice trembled. "These are things you can't buy in the cultivation world! I'm going to study the customs and culture of the Demon Realm thoroughly!"

I looked at the book title.

The Overbearing Demon Lord's Forced Love

The Demon Lord and the Mysterious Female Cultivator's Three-Hundred-Year-Old Underground Romance

The Contract Bride of the Iceberg Demon General

The Five Hundred Secrets of the Demon Lord

The Ghost Ship on the Banks of the River of Oblivion – Based on a True Story

……

Su Ning leaned closer and glanced at the book title.

"Sixth Junior Brother," his voice was calm, "why did you buy all this?"

Gu Chenguang: "Go back and watch it slowly, maybe you can learn something."

Suning: "What do you want to learn?"

Gu Chenguang thought for a moment: "Learn how to keep accounts."

Su Ning looked at the cover of the book "The Overbearing Demon Lord's Forced Love": it depicted a muscular demon lord embracing a petite female cultivator.

"Can this book teach bookkeeping?"

Gu Chenguang remained expressionless: "Perhaps there are financial statements inside."

Suning: "…………"

—Senior Brother Shen Qingchen didn't buy anything.

It's not that I don't want to buy it.

It's impossible to take it.

He held a candied hawthorn in his left hand.

The skewers are on the right.

A bag of fruit tucked under his arm

He had a box of pastries tucked into his arms...

I ate half of all of them.

He was like a walking snack shelf.