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

The silver-white blade drew a cold arc in the sunlight.

The unique star patterns of meteorite iron flowed slowly across the sword, like the Milky Way reflected on a lake.

The radiance, the texture, the aura…

If it's not extraterrestrial meteorite, then what is it?

The entire room fell silent.

The Qingyun Sect disciple's laughter sounded stuck in his throat, turning into a series of unpleasant "giggle" sounds.

Like a duck with its neck being choked.

Their senior brother, Situ Che, also lost his composure.

He stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the sword, his voice trembling.

"Extraterrestrial meteorite iron... There are fewer than three in the entire cultivation world... You..."

Shen Qingchen sheathed his sword and said calmly, "I only received it thanks to my junior sister."

The other senior brothers exchanged glances.

Then they all pulled out their swords in unison.

The Green Wood Spirit Sword gleamed with an emerald green light, radiating an overwhelming spiritual energy.

The Crimson Fire Greatsword's flames were contained, and the fire patterns on its blade seemed to flow as if they were alive.

The Thick Earth Sword is steady and heavy, and its sound is like the low murmur of the earth.

The Frost Sword was crystal clear and icy blue; the temperature around it dropped ten degrees as soon as it was drawn from its sheath.

Four swords, four attributes, four top-quality items.

The entire venue was deathly silent x2

Zhao Youqian was the first to react and squeezed through:

"Junior Sister Fupin! Can I sell you one of your senior brother's swords? I'll pay any price!"

I looked at Zhao Youqian and said seriously, "Senior Brother Youqian, some things can be bought with money, and some things can't, like the swords of my senior brothers."

Zhao Youqian wanted to say something more.

Senior Sister Xiong grabbed him and said, "Zhao Youqian, can't you be a little more dignified?"

Zhao Youqian stared at Shen Qingchen's extraterrestrial meteorite iron sword, heartbroken.

"You're so useless! This is a priceless sword that money can't buy!"

Senior Sister Xiong: "..."

Shangguan Haitang bit her lip and stared at me.

"These swords...are they really related to you?"

I didn't say anything.

She then asked, "Have you had any extraordinary encounters lately?"

I blinked: "This is a secret of our Heavenly Sword Sect, we can't tell you."

Shangguan Haitang choked.

She remained silent for a while.

He then asked, "Why do your senior brothers all have such fine swords, but you don't?"

She paused, a hint of barely perceptible smugness in her voice.

"And you, a three-and-a-half-year-old child, are expected to deliver the sword ornaments?"

"My senior brothers and sisters have always just given me things."

I looked at her.

He also remained silent for a while.

Then he spoke crisply:

"These sword ornaments cost several dozen high-grade spirit stones."

"But a sword at the Qi Refining stage usually costs a few hundred mid-grade spirit stones."

Do you think I can't afford it?

She choked again.

I continued to look at her.

"I'm just waiting for the right sword for me."

"Moreover, although I don't have a sword, I have my senior brothers."

The senior students all smiled.

"My senior brothers usually treat me well and spoil me, so it's only right that I give them gifts to show my respect."

I tilted my head, my tone innocent and naive.

"Were your senior brothers and sisters treating you badly? Is that why you didn't give them anything?"

Shangguan Haitang's face turned red.

"you--!"

"What's wrong with me?" I blinked. "Sister Shangguan, your senior brothers and sisters treat you so well, you wouldn't be reluctant to part with them, would you?"

Shangguan Haitang's face turned even redder.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

The senior students behind her also looked quite unhappy.

In some people's eyes, there was even a hint of...

Uh, I don't know what it is.

Disappointment? Envy?

Or is it "Yeah, I've spoiled you for so long, what have you ever bought for me?"

Forget it, I won't think about it anymore.

I stopped paying attention to them.

Turn around and pay.

He took back the silver sword tassel and handed it to Shen Qingchen.

"Senior Brother, this is for you."

Shen Qingchen took the sword tassel.

He didn't say anything.

But he tied the tassel to the sword.

They tied it very carefully.

After tying it, he looked down at it.

Then the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

It's very shallow.

But I saw it.

I waved to Shangguan Haitang.

"See you next time, Sister Shangguan! Remember to buy things for your senior brothers and sisters next time!"

Then I pulled my fellow students away.

An awkward silence fell behind them from the Qingyun Sect disciples.

And Shangguan Haitang's trembling breathing.

I left the sword shop.

Elder Wangji let out a long breath.

He had been standing to the side, pretending to look at other stalls.

In fact, his ears were standing very high.

"Little Lin."

"Um?"

"You were really good just now."

Elder Wangji is a senior, so it's not appropriate for him to get into a fight with a junior.

But as he listened, he probably clapped his hands eight hundred times in his mind.

Su Ning chimed in, "Junior Sister, those words you just said were sharper than a sword."

Yan Chuan nodded: "Shangguan Haitang's face turned black."

Murong Zhuo: "No, it's purple. I saw it."

Gu Chenguang opened his notebook and quickly jotted down the following:

Tianjian Sect's foreign relations record:

—Opponent: Shangguan Haitang of Qingyun Sect!

—Method: Language!

——Result: A complete victory!

—Note: Junior Sister doesn't have a sword, but she does have a mouth!

The eldest brother looked down at the silver tassel on the sword.

The eldest brother walked at the very front.

He didn't say anything.

But his fingers kept touching the silver tassel on the hilt of the sword.

a bit.

a bit.

Another one.

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

We've bought almost everything.

Let's walk together towards the ferry.

A ferry crossing on a tributary of the River of Oblivion.

The boatman was an old demon with ram's horns on his head, bluish-gray skin, and dark red eyes.

He leaned lazily against the boat pole, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

I remember him.

The ferryman who took me to the world of cultivation half a year ago.

I was just three years old then, carrying a small bundle on my back, with only three low-grade spirit stones in my pocket.

He took a piece of the lowest grade Netherworld Iron Ore from me and let me board his dilapidated little wooden boat.

As I disembarked, he warned me, "Kid, once you leave the Demon Realm, don't reveal your demonic aura, or the immortal cultivation sects will capture you and use you for alchemy."

Later I gave him a piece of ore as a tip.

He said, "They're quite particular."

Now, his boat is still that wrecked boat, and his pole is still that old pole.

His gaze swept casually over our group.

Then they saw me.

His movements paused for a moment.

A glimmer of light flashed in those red eyes.

But he didn't say anything.

She just smiled slightly.

The bend is very shallow.

It was so subtle that I wouldn't have noticed it at all if I hadn't been watching him closely.

The boat swayed gently as it sailed along the River of Oblivion.

We reached the other side.

We disembarked.

The senior students walked ahead, discussing how to distribute the supplies when they got back.

I walked last.

As he passed the old boatman, he lowered his head to adjust the boat ropes and spoke as if casually.

The voice was very low, so low that only I could hear it.

"Little brat, you're doing pretty well."

I paused in my steps.

Then he laughed.

"You flatter me. I'll definitely ride on your boat again next time."

He snorted, it was hard to tell whether he agreed or disliked it.

But I saw him pause for a moment while adjusting the boat ropes.

Then continue organizing.

I turned and ran towards my fellow students.

The setting sun dyed the River of Oblivion golden.

The old boatman stood at the bow of the boat, watching the small figure run away into the distance.

He shook his head.

"The Demon Lord's son is truly extraordinary."

Then, using the pole, they slowly and leisurely rowed towards the opposite bank.

When he reached the middle of the river, he suddenly laughed.

"The Golden Core stage at three and a half years old."

"Damn it."

"What kind of monster has the Demon Lord given birth to?"