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

After digging the cave, it's time to eat.

My fellow students led me to the open-air canteen on the mountaintop.

It's actually just a flat, large rock, just as they say: harmony between man and nature.

I asked, "Don't you fellow practitioners practice fasting?"

Yan Chuan said, "The Bigu Pill tastes terrible! And my cooking is so delicious that I can't bear not to eat it."

Su Ning nodded: "Yes, Yan Chuan's cooking is delicious!"

Murong Zhuo laughed: "That's why none of us want to abstain from grains!"

Gu Chenguang swallowed hard: "Especially the braised pork! I could give you three steamed buns!"

My eyes lit up: "Braised pork?"

Yan Chuan took out pots and pans from his storage bag and started a fire to cook.

I looked at the pots and pans and noticed that they also had patches on them.

Me: "Can pots be mended?"

"Sure!" Yan Chuan said proudly, "I repaired it using weapon-refining techniques; it's even stronger than before!"

I:"……"

Fine.

A moment later, a large plate of braised pork was served, glistening with oil and emitting a fragrant aroma.

Yan Chuan then took out another basket of steamed buns from the ring.

The senior students each took a steamed bun and ate it with braised pork, thoroughly enjoying their meal.

I picked up a steamed bun and took a bite.

hard.

It's really hard.

He's even harder-hearted than my dad.

Yan Chuan said apologetically, "The steamed buns have been sitting for a while and are a bit hard. Junior Sister, you can soak them in soup."

I broke the steamed bun in half and soaked it in the broth from the braised pork.

good to eat!

It tastes a million times better than the porridge my dad makes!

It tastes a thousand times better than the monster meat I grilled on the way here!

I buried myself in food and ate like crazy.

After I finished one steamed bun, I took another one.

After finishing the second one, he took the third.

My fellow students stared at me, their eyes gradually widening.

After I finished the third one, I took the fourth.

Su Ning stammered, "Junior Sister, you...you eat slowly, don't choke."

I shook my head: "It's nothing, I'm hungry."

I kept eating.

the fifth.

sixth.

the seventh.

The eighth.

The ninth one.

The tenth one.

In the end, I ate ten steamed buns and half a pot of braised pork.

Its belly is round and plump, like a small watermelon.

The senior students were all stunned.

Yan Chuan asked cautiously, "Junior Sister, is this enough? If not, I'll make more."

I slumped onto the rock, rubbing my stomach, and sighed contentedly, "That's enough. This is the most satisfying meal I've had in this series of stories."

Shen Qingchen looked at me with gentle eyes: "From now on, you'll be able to eat your fill every day."

I nodded vigorously.

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At night, I lay on the stone bed, covered with the quilt given to me by my sixth senior brother, Gu Chenguang, and looked at the cave ceiling.

The cave ceiling was made of rough rock, but the senior brothers had polished it with their sword energy, so it wasn't too uncomfortable.

The sound of wind and insects chirping came from outside.

It's very quiet.

But I'm not scared.

Because I knew that my fellow disciples were in the cave next door.

If you need anything, just call out, and they'll hear you.

Suddenly, a question occurred to me. I scrambled to my feet, ran to the cave entrance, and shouted towards the next cave, "Third Senior Brother! Fourth Senior Brother!"

Third Senior Brother Su Ning poked his head out from the side opening: "What's wrong, Junior Sister?"

Fourth Senior Brother Yan Chuan also came out of the cave: "Had a nightmare?"

I shook my head: "I just want to ask, why is our Heavenly Sword Sect so poor?"

Su Ning and Yan Chuan exchanged a glance.

Then they came over and sat on my cave platform.

Murong Zhuo and Gu Chenguang also arrived.

Finally, Shen Qingchen arrived as well.

My fellow disciples surrounded me, sitting under the moonlight, and began to tell me the "history of the sect's rise to power."

It should actually be called "The History of Spending Money".

Suning: "A long, long time ago~"

Yan Chuan: "So long that the Third Elder's hair is still there."

Murong Zhuo: "It's been so long that the Grand Elder hasn't even started hunting spirit beasts yet."

Gu Chenguang: "So long ago that we weren't even born yet."

Senior Brother: "Get to the point."

Su Ning quickly straightened up and said, "In short, a long time ago, the Heavenly Sword Sect was wealthy."

Me: "How rich?"

Yan Chuan: "It is said that at its peak, there were nine main peaks and eighteen side peaks, three thousand disciples and over a hundred elders. The sect's main hall was built of white jade, the scripture pavilion contained one hundred thousand volumes of cultivation techniques, and the alchemy room and weapon-forging room were all complete."

Murong Zhuo: "Back then, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect wore brocade robes when they went out, rode top-grade flying swords, ate spirit rice at every meal, and used high-grade spirit stones for cultivation!"

Gu Chenguang: "It's said that even the chores disciples who sweep the floors can earn a hundred mid-grade spirit stones a month!"

Me: "...How did it turn out like this?"

The senior students all sighed.

Shen Qingchen: "Because our ancestor was a sword fanatic."

Su Ning: "Our patriarch believed that sword cultivators should focus solely on sword practice, and everything else was considered unorthodox. Therefore, he decreed that the sect should not have alchemy rooms, weapon-forging rooms, or talisman halls, so that disciples could concentrate on sword practice."

Yan Chuan: "At first it was fine. The sect had savings, and the disciples focused on practicing swordsmanship. Their strength was indeed strong, and the Heavenly Sword Sect became the number one sword sect in the cultivation world."

Murong Zhuo: "Our sect can occupy five of the top ten spots on the cultivation world's list of geniuses."

Gu Chenguang: "But later, the savings were all gone."

Su Ning: "I don't know how to refine pills, so I have to buy them."

Yan Chuan: "I don't know how to forge weapons, so I have to buy magic treasures."

Murong Zhuo: "I don't know how to draw talismans, so I have to buy them."

Gu Chenguang: "Moreover, sword cultivation is particularly expensive."

I asked, "How much does it cost?"

Gu Chenguang: "A sword needs maintenance, upgrades, and repairs. A good sword can be worth as much as a city."

I recalled the chillingly sharp swords of my senior brothers as they flew on their swords.

Although the sect was poor, the swords of the senior brothers looked very expensive.

That kind of expensiveness comes from saving every penny, wearing a pair of boots for ten years.

I asked again, "Then why not learn some other skills? Alchemy, weapon crafting, talisman drawing... learn swordsmanship while doing a side job?"

The senior students fell silent.

Su Ning said with difficulty, "I can't afford the alchemy furnace."

Yan Chuan nodded dejectedly: "The medicinal herbs are even more expensive."

Murong Zhuo hesitated before speaking, "As for weapon forging... the rare and precious materials needed for weapon forging... are even more expensive than medicinal herbs."

Gu Chenguang shook his head: "If you have the spare money and time, you might as well practice swordsmanship."

This statement resonated with the senior students.

Su Ning's spirits lifted: "That's right! In the last sect competition, I knocked the Yu Ling Sect disciple off the stage with a single sword strike!"

Yan Chuan clenched his fist: "Last time I fought with a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, he threw a stack of talismans, which I simply cleaved in two with my sword. He was so scared that he immediately admitted defeat!"

Murong Zhuo blinked: "And the Hehuan Sect, they tried to seduce me, I could have won even with my eyes closed."

Gu Chenguang proudly said, "My senior brother from the Zen sect said that my sword intent is too sharp, and he can't suppress it even when he chants sutras."

The eldest disciple spoke calmly: "The path of sword cultivation lies in purity."

The senior students nodded in unison.

Under the moonlight, the senior students' eyes shone brightly.

Although they wore patched clothes, lived in caves they dug themselves, and even counted the number of steamed buns they ate.

But their backs were straight, and there was no inferiority or resentment in their voices.

That was a kind of pride that belonged to sword cultivators.

I suddenly realized that the Heavenly Sword Sect wasn't actually that poor.