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

I have just returned to the realm of cultivation.

Elder Wangji received a message.

He glanced at it and frowned.

"A message from the Myriad Immortals Alliance. It's probably about discussing the Chaos Spiritual Root."

He put away the communication talisman and said to us, "I'll be right back. I'll also sell the ore on the black market while I'm at it."

I quickly pulled out the storage bag containing the five tons of Netherworld Iron Ore from my pocket and handed it to him.

"Elder, sell this one too."

He took the bag and weighed it in his hand.

I took out another storage bag, the one Yingqi gave me the second time, which contained twenty tons of various ores.

"Let's sell this one too."

Elder Wangji's hand trembled again.

But he didn't ask anything.

"Alright. You all go back to the sect first."

Then he took a new broom out of his storage bag.

Brand new.

The broom handle was also engraved with the words "Demon Realm Trade Zone - Special Offers".

Everyone stared at the broom.

Elder Wangji remained unfazed.

"Just bought it in the Demon Realm. Cheap."

Everyone: "..."

He hopped on his new broom and flew away in a flash.

It flies much faster than an old broom.

He went from being a "sweeping monk" to a "broom-wielding monk".

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We will return to our ancestral home first.

When we returned to the Heavenly Sword Sect, the sun was setting.

The mountains are still the same mountains, and the caves are still the same caves.

But for some reason, it looks much better now.

It's probably because they have money in their pockets now.

The first thing the senior brothers did when they got home was to clean their swords.

Each person received a new sword, which they cleaned more carefully than they would their face.

—Su Ning took the Green Wood Spirit Sword out of the box and carried it to the mountain spring.

Then, using spiritual power to draw water, I washed myself three times carefully.

After washing, I dried it with a clean cloth and then applied a layer of conditioning oil.

Finally, they held it up to the moonlight to make sure there wasn't a speck of dust.

—Yan Chuan placed the Crimson Fire Heavy Sword over the fire to roast it.

It is said to be "using fire to nourish the sword".

The crimson sword glowed red in the flames. He squatted beside it, staring intently, afraid that it would overheat.

Murong Zhuo placed the Thick Earth Sword on the ground and nurtured it with his spiritual power.

It is said to be "down-to-earth".

Then he sat cross-legged to the side, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes to rest, like a little Taoist priest performing a ritual for a sword.

Gu Chenguang plunged the Frost Sword into the icy water.

It is said to be "using water to nourish ice".

He watched the wisps of cold air rising from the water, nodded in satisfaction, and then wrote in his notebook:

—The Frost Sword is undergoing its first maintenance. The water temperature is suitable, and the sword body reacts well.

—Note: My hands almost froze.

—The eldest brother did nothing.

He sat on the rock with his eyes closed.

The meteorite iron sword lay across his lap.

The sword gleamed with a faint silver light, in sync with his breathing.

Man and sword become one.

He's really handsome.

But I think he just doesn't know how to maintain this sword.

After all, this was the first time he had ever seen meteorite iron from outer space.

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That evening, Yan Chuan cooked a meal using the new pot.

The staple food is finally not steamed buns, it's spirit rice!

After the spirit rice was cooked, the whole cave was filled with its fragrance.

It's not the fragrance of ordinary rice; it's a sweet aroma with a subtle, ethereal quality.

Every breath of it makes me feel refreshed.

Yan Chuan cooked several dishes, and each dish contained ghost peppers.

Su Ning took a bite, and her face instantly turned red.

"This is too spicy...it's a bit too spicy."

Yan Chuan took a bite and his forehead started to sweat, but he remained stubborn.

"It's alright, acceptable."

Murong Zhuo took a bite, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

Am I undergoing a tribulation?

Gu Chenguang took a bite and remained silent for three seconds.

Then he silently filled three jugs with water.

Shen Qingchen took a bite, his face expressionless.

But I noticed that the tips of his ears turned red.

I took a bite...

It's not spicy?

Maybe it's because I grew up in the demon realm?

My senior classmates watched me eat without batting an eye, their eyes screaming: This kid is inhuman!

At last.

The senior brothers each ate three large bowls of spiritual rice and dared not touch any more vegetables.

I ate six big bowls and finished all the dishes.

Yan Chuan looked at the empty plate, now only splattered with oil: "...I'll make more next time."

After finishing his meal, Su Ning took out a communication talisman.

"I'll send a message to my second senior brother and tell him to stop looking for mines. We're rich now, we don't need him to dig anymore."

Yan Chuan sighed from the side, "What a pity. If he were here, he could have tricked someone out of a good sword."

Murong Zhuo nodded: "He wasn't involved at all from beginning to end, he lost out big time."

Gu Chenguang thought for a moment: "I've told him about my junior sister in our messages. He said he's been looking for mines for three years and has saved up some money. When he comes back, we'll raise our junior sister together."

I nodded: "Okay, I'll wait."

Second Senior Brother Fu Shao.

The one who searched for a mine for three years.

We've never met.

But I've heard he's quite handsome.

I really look forward to seeing him.

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We waited at the sect for two days.

Over two days, the senior brothers wiped the new sword again and again.

The gatekeeper beast—that dog we bought from the Demon Realm—has already become familiar with Suning.

It follows Suning wherever it goes.

It occasionally spews out a small fireball.

Burn the roadside weeds clean.

………………

At night, three black dots appeared on the horizon.

You can only see it clearly when you get closer.

It was a broom and two swords.

Elder Wangji flew ahead on a broomstick.

Wen Zhiya and Elder Jingyuan followed behind on their swords.

All three of them had very cool flying postures, but their temperaments were completely different.

Elder Wangji is like an old monk speeding around.

Elder Wen Zhiya looked like a pet owner who had just finished get off work.

Elder Jingyuan looked like a firework who had just escaped from the alchemy room.

The three landed, and their fellow disciples immediately surrounded them.

Wen Zhiya and Jing Yuan came straight to me.

They each took one of my hands and probed into me with their spiritual energy.

Three breaths later.

Wen Zhiya's eyes lit up, brighter than the lanterns in the commercial district.

"Excellent! A Chaos Golden Core! Your foundation is thicker than the soles of my shoes!"

Jing Yuan nodded, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

"Excellent, excellent, this feint was brilliant. We've shifted the blame to the Demon Realm, so no one can trace it back to us."

Elder Wangji symbolically patted his robe.

"Not only that, they also stole a lot of good stuff from the Demon Realm."

The senior brothers drew their swords one after another.

Four spirit swords, and one meteorite iron sword from outer space.

They shimmered in the moonlight, brighter than the stars in the sky.

Wen Zhiya's eyes instantly turned green.

He circled his fellow students three times, looking at each one over and over again.

"What a fine sword! What a fine sword!"

His voice grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a scream.

"Are you going to the Demon Realm to undergo tribulation or to rob someone?!"

Elder Jingyuan ignored him.

He was staring at Shen Qingchen's sword, his eyes wide open, bigger than a pill furnace.

Finally, he took a deep breath: "Meteorite from outer space... The Demon Lord is truly generous... This sword could buy a city in the cultivation world!"

Shen Qingchen gripped his sword and said calmly, "Thanks to Junior Sister."

Elder Wangji waved his hand: "Alright, alright, make way. Chenguang, come here."

Gu Chenguang held the new notebook and walked over respectfully.

Elder Wangji took out a storage bag from his robes and handed it to Gu Chenguang.

"I have already dealt with the bag of ore that the young master of the Demon Realm gave me."

"I kept a piece of the Frost Marrow for my own cultivation. I lost three hundred high-grade Zen Buddhist artifacts."

"The remaining three thousand are of superior quality. We'll keep them for establishing our sect."

Gu Chenguang took the bag, his hands already trembling.

Elder Wangji then took out a second bag.

"This is five tons of Netherworld Profound Iron Ore for sale. Five thousand high-grade."

Gu Chenguang's hands trembled even more violently.

Elder Wangji then took out a third bag.

"These contain rare ores suitable for our respective elemental cultivation. They were picked out from Xiao Pin'er's bag and recorded in the sect's inventory. Whoever needs them for cultivation can take them in the future."

Gu Chenguang nodded and scribbled furiously in the notebook, his handwriting so messy it looked like scribbles.

Finally, Elder Wangji took a deep breath.

He pulled out the fourth bag.

This bag is bigger than the previous three, bulging and puffy, and the opening is tied with a bow.

"The rest have all been sold."

He paused.

"Sold 100,000 top-grade items."

Gu Chenguang's hands were completely out of his control.

The bag slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a "thud".

The sound wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet valley.

He bent down to pick it up.

The first time, I didn't pick it up; my finger slipped.

The second time, I still couldn't pick it up; my palms were sweaty.

On the third attempt, he finally picked it up, but his fingers were still stiff.

It's like being frozen.

One hundred thousand top-grade items.

Since joining the Heavenly Sword Sect, all his income, including selling scrap, selling monster meat, working for other sects, and running errands for others...

It's not even a fraction of that number!

One hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones would be enough for him to keep a record of that debt for a hundred years.

He closed the notebook, looked up, his eyes red-rimmed: "We're rich now."

The words "We're rich now" carried as much weight as "I've ascended to immortality" when spoken by a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Suning silently shed tears.

Yan Chuan silently shed tears.

Murong Zhuo wanted to comfort them, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he found himself crying too.

Even the eldest brother's eyes reddened.

Only three elders maintained their dignity.

But Elder Jingyuan secretly turned around, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Elder Wen Zhiya squatted down and pretended to fix his shoelaces, but his shoes didn't have any shoelaces at all.

Elder Wangji stood at the front, expressionless, but his new broom had developed a crack from gripping it so tightly.

Looking at this group of grown men and old men crying their hearts out, I suddenly felt a lump in my throat.

It took everyone a long time to calm down.

Remembering something, Su Ning suddenly asked, "Elder, what was discussed at the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance meeting this time?"