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

Elder Wangji waved his hand: "It's nothing. It's just guessing who has the Chaos Spiritual Root."

Wen Zhiya added, "After all, no one found out. The Demon Realm is too tight-lipped; they won't say anything no matter what you ask."

Jing Yuan sneered: "They'd be lucky to find out. We ourselves don't even know who the Chaos Spiritual Root is. Oh, we do know. But they don't know we do."

Everyone: "..."

This is a bit convoluted.

But I understand the meaning.

Elder Wangji continued, "Then we discussed the next Grand Competition of Ten Thousand Sects."

I raised my hand: "What is the Grand Competition of Ten Thousand Sects?"

Su Ning explained: "It's a martial arts competition held once every thirty years. Disciples from all sects compete to determine the rankings."

Yan Chuan: "Our Heavenly Sword Sect has always been number one in swordsmanship since the generation of elders. There's basically no suspense."

Murong Zhuo proudly puffed out his chest: "In swordsmanship, we have never lost."

I blinked. "Just swordsmanship?"

Gu Chenguang paused for a moment.

"...No. It's also better than alchemy, talisman drawing, array formation, weapon crafting, and the like."

He paused, then his voice trailed off.

"But we can't compare to any of those."

I:"……"

Su Ning gripped the sword hilt tightly: "But having a sword is enough."

Yan Chuan nodded: "We can still get first place with a sword."

Murong Zhuo puffed out his chest: "Sword cultivators need nothing else."

Shen Qingchen didn't speak, but touched the hilt of the sword.

Elder Wangji looked at the group of enthusiastic young people and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"There's still a month left. No rush."

He turned to look at the dark mountain wall, the moonlight shining on his face and making his bald head shine.

He took a deep breath: "The most urgent task is to build up the sect."

Wen Zhiya nodded: "After receiving the message, I went to Gongshu Pavilion immediately. They will send a disciple over tomorrow to appraise the value."

Elder Jingyuan frowned: "Gongshu Pavilion is the ancestor of craftsmanship in the cultivation world, its prices must be high, right?"

Wen Zhiya nodded: "I used to work part-time there, and the Pavilion Master promised to give me an employee discount of 20%."

Elder Wangji's eyes lit up: "How much can I save with a 20% discount?"

Wen Zhiya thought for a moment: "It can probably save enough for a cafeteria."

Everyone was filled with awe and respect.

Su Ning raised her hand: "The cave dwelling doesn't need repair, right? We're used to living here."

Yan Chuan nodded: "Save where you can."

Murong Zhuo: "Building a library is not as good as building a cave dwelling. We don't even have a library. The books are all piled up in our own caves. If we want to read them, we have to visit each other."

Elder Wangji nodded: "Yes, let's discuss it with Gongshu Pavilion tomorrow, add a library, and see how much it will cost."

Wen Zhiya thought for a moment and said, "If we had a little more money, we could repair the Sword Tomb."

Jing Yuan chimed in, "It's really unreasonable for the Sword Sect not to have a Sword Tomb. There's nowhere to put the swords of our masters and ancestors."

Elder Wangji remained silent for a while.

"This is too expensive. We'll talk about it later."

Everyone nodded.

We'll talk about the Sword Tomb later.

Let's take care of the things at hand first.

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

the next day.

As dawn broke, a group of people arrived outside the mountain gate.

They are from Gongshu Pavilion.

The one leading the group was the sect leader's personal disciple.

His surname is Mo, and he is known as the ink craftsman.

It is said that they are in charge of large projects.

He has overseen the construction of at least eighty or one hundred sects.

He was followed by seven or eight disciples.

Each of the disciples carried a heavy toolbox on their back.

It looks expensive... no, it looks very professional.

He stood in front of the mountain gate, looking around.

I looked at the mountain wall on the left.

I looked at the mountain wall on the right.

I looked at the clouds overhead.

Then I looked at the weeds at my feet.

His expression was subtle.

The subtle feeling, roughly translated, is: I've taken on many big projects, but I've never seen such a shabby start.

"Your Heavenly Sword Sect..." He carefully chose his words, "does indeed need reform."

The three elders stood before him, looking unusually embarrassed.

Elder Wangji touched his bald head and coughed lightly: "Thank you for your trouble."

Wen Zhiya nodded frantically beside him, wishing he could serve tea and water to the ink craftsman.

Jing Yuan was even more direct: "Master Ink Craftsman, please tell us how to modify it most cost-effectively. We're not picky."

The ink craftsman glanced at them, then looked at the dark caves.

"I'll try my best. Although the spiritual energy here is a bit thin, the mountain terrain is good. With some modifications, we can barely put together a decent sect."

Elder Wangji's lips twitched: Thin, of course it's thin, it's all been sucked dry by my little Daiyu.

But he didn't say it.

The ink craftsman led his disciples on a tour.

From the main peak to the side peak.

We moved from the side peak to the back mountain.

Turn from the front gate to the back cliff.

At each place he arrived at, he would stop, take out a measuring tape, and mutter a few numbers.

The disciples behind him lowered their heads and frantically memorized the notes.

After making their way back, the ink craftsman and the three elders finalized many details.

For example, where is the council hall located? It's on the mountaintop, next to the sect leader's cave.

Where is the canteen located? It's halfway up the side peak, neither too far nor too close to any of the caves.

Where should the alchemy room be built? In the valley behind the mountain, the farther the better, so that other houses won't be blown up when the furnace is detonated.

Where should the library be built? — Halfway up the main peak, below the council hall, so that it's convenient to read books anytime — Although the Heavenly Sword Sect doesn't have many books to read right now, we'll build it first.

After finalizing the details, the ink craftsman unfolded a catalog and began to quote prices.

First item: Council Hall.

"A council hall that can accommodate a thousand people. If you provide some of the materials yourself, the total cost will be 60,000 high-grade spirit stones."

Elder Wangji's hand trembled slightly.

Wen Zhiya's lips twitched.

Jing Yuan's face paled slightly.

But they didn't speak, because the council chamber really needed it.

Second item: Cafeteria.

"A canteen that can accommodate 100 people, with a kitchen. Two thousand top-quality dishes."

Yan Chuan's eyes lit up: "The cafeteria is so cheap?"

The ink craftsman glanced at him: "The dining hall doesn't need a defensive array. Neither does the kitchen. Unless you plan to refine pills in the kitchen."

Yan Chuan shut up.

The third item: the alchemy room.

"This is expensive." The ink craftsman paused, "because a defensive array needs to be added. One hundred square meters, ten thousand high-grade materials."

Elder Jingyuan's face turned green.

It's not an exaggeration, it really turned green; he cultivated the wood elemental root attribute.

"Ten thousand for a hundred square meters?" His voice cracked.

The ink craftsman nodded: "Defensive formations are expensive. The power of an exploding alchemy furnace is no less than the self-destruction of a Golden Core cultivator. For a formation to withstand an impact of that level, the cost of materials, labor, and the formation master's appearance fee all add up to this price."

Jing Yuan gritted his teeth: "Then let's build a small alchemy room of 100 square meters first."

Save where you can, just enough is fine.

The ink craftsman nodded and made a note in the album.

Fourth item: Sect gate.

"The materials used are four white jade pillars, jade sandstone slabs for the lintel, and the tiles are your own responsibility."

He looked at the three elders.

"Without decorations, it's three thousand high-grade items. If you want to decorate the storefront, it's ten thousand high-grade items."

Elder Wangji thought for a moment: "Can it hold half?"

The ink maker was taken aback: "Why only fill it halfway?"

"It's just... not too flashy, but not too shabby either."

The ink craftsman was silent for a moment: "Then reduce the decorations, five thousand high-grade ink."

Elder Wangji gritted his teeth: "Fine!"