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

Chapter 60 Everything is fine

At night, the cafeteria is brightly lit.

Eight glass lamps hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire hall.

In the past, we ate on an open-air stone platform, exposed to the wind and sun.

Even when it rains, you still have to carry the bowl back to your cave...

We are indoors now.

There are tables and chairs.

There are bowls and chopsticks.

It has a large ceiling and a floor.

Yan Chuan prepared a large table of dishes.

Spirit rice, stewed potatoes with spirit beast meat, stir-fried spirit vegetables, stir-fried eggs with ghost peppers, and spirit fruit salad.

There was also a pot of soup, made with newly bought bone marrow, so delicious you could swallow your tongue.

The senior students sat around the table, looking at the dishes on it, and remained silent for a long time.

Then Suning spoke up.

"Our Heavenly Sword Sect is finally acting like a proper sect."

Yan Chuan nodded: "There is a main gate, a main hall, a dining hall, an alchemy room, and a library."

Murong Zhuo added, "There are spirit fields, fruit trees, flowers, and swings."

Gu Chenguang opened the notebook and read aloud, "There are still spirit stones left. Although I spent 100,000, I still have several thousand left."

Shen Qingchen didn't speak, but he sat there with a much gentler expression than usual.

Elder Wangji raised his wine cup.

"This cup is for Xiao Pin'er."

Everyone looked at me.

Elder Wangji said, "Without her, there would be no Heavenly Sword Sect today."

Wen Zhiya nodded: "Without her, I'd still be shoveling shit at the Yuling Sect."

Jing Yuan nodded: "Without her, I would still be tending the boiler at Qingyun Sect."

My fellow students all turned to look at me.

I felt a little embarrassed by their stares and picked up the bottle of spiritual juice in front of me.

"Respect to my fellow disciples and elders."

Everyone clinked glasses.

After finishing his drink, Su Ning took a bite of the stir-fried eggs with chili peppers, and his face instantly turned red.

"This chili pepper... still has such a strong aftereffect."

Yan Chuan took a bite, sweat beading on his forehead, but he still stubbornly insisted, "I think it's just right."

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

Am I undergoing a tribulation?

Gu Chenguang took a bite, then expressionlessly downed three jugs of water.

Shen Qingchen took a bite, her face expressionless, but the tips of her ears turned red again.

Elder Wen Zhiya took a bite and remained silent for a moment.

"These chilies," he said, "are spicier than those from the demon realm."

Elder Wangji wiped his sweat: "It was bought from the Demon Realm."

Elder Jingyuan took out a spice-relieving pill: "I'm getting old, I can't take it anymore. Do you two want some spice-relieving pills?"

Wen Zhiya & Jing Yuan: "Yes!"

I took a bite, and it wasn't spicy.

It's really not spicy.

The way my senior classmates looked at me changed again: This kid isn't human!

Halfway through the meal, Suning suddenly put down his chopsticks.

"By the way, my second senior brother originally wanted to rush back, but he had to break through halfway and had to go into seclusion for now."

Yan Chuan's eyes lit up: "That's a Nascent Soul?"

Murong Zhuo was somewhat worried: "Without anyone protecting him, can he pull through?"

Gu Chenguang put down his notebook, a rare expression of certainty on his face: "Second Senior Brother is so capable, he definitely can."

Elder Wangji nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"By then, our sect will have two Nascent Soul disciples."

Everyone exchanged glances and then turned to look at Shen Qingchen.

Shen Qingchen was eating when he felt everyone's gaze and looked up.

"Um."

Just one word.

But everyone could hear the pride in his tone.

Gu Chenguang silently took out his notebook and made a note:

—Sect combat strength update:

—Senior Brother Shen Qingchen: Mid-Nascent Soul Stage.

—Second Senior Brother Fu Shao: About to reach the Nascent Soul stage (to be confirmed).

—Third Senior Brother Su Ning: Late Golden Core Stage.

—Fourth Senior Brother Yan Chuan: Late Golden Core Stage.

—Fifth Senior Brother Murong Zhuo: Late stage of Golden Core.

—Sixth Senior Brother Gu Chenguang: Mid-stage Golden Core.

—Junior Sister Fupin: Early stage of Golden Core.

—Elder: Nascent Soul Stage x3

—Note: From today onwards, who will dare to criticize the Heavenly Sword Sect for being incompetent?

He paused, then muttered, "No, nobody dares to say the Heavenly Sword Sect is no good; they're just criticizing us for being poor."

So he changed the note to:

—Note: Starting today, I will work hard to make money and get rid of the image of a poor sect member.

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After the meal, everyone dispersed.

I sat on the swing that Murong Zhuo had set up for me.

Swaying back and forth.

Below the cliff was a dark valley.

The wind blew up, carrying the scent of freshly turned soil from the spirit field.

In the distance, the newly built council hall gleamed faintly in the moonlight.

The three characters "Heavenly Sword Sect" on the gate were exceptionally clear under the moonlight.

In the alchemy room on the back mountain, Elder Jingyuan was still fiddling with his alchemy furnace, occasionally letting out a "clang".

The cafeteria lights were still on, and Yan Chuan was cleaning up the kitchen, the sound of spatulas clanging and clattering.

Suning was wiping his sword at the entrance of the cave, wiping it even more diligently than during the day.

Before returning to his cave, Murong Zhuo watered my flowers again.

Gu Chenguang was keeping accounts in the cave, the lamplight casting flickering shadows on the cave walls.

Shen Qingchen sat on the highest rock, the moonlight shining on him, his new sword resting on his lap.

Elder Wangji rode his new broom and flew around the sky, inspecting all parts of the sect. Only after confirming that there were no problems did he land.

Wen Zhiya squatted by the spirit field, looking at the newly sprouted seedlings, and smiled like a child.

I swung on the swing, watching all of this.

Suddenly, I felt like this place had truly become home.

It's not a house like the Demon Palace.

Not those temporary squatting spots at the entrance of the inn.

It is a real home that belongs to me.

"Junior Sister".

I turned around.

Suning stood at the entrance of the cave, holding a small jacket in her hand.

"It's getting chilly at night, put this on."

I took the coat and draped it over my shoulders.

"Thank you, Third Senior Brother."

He smiled, turned around, and went back.

I continued swinging the swing.

The moonlight was beautiful.

The sect is very good.

My senior classmates are very good.

everything is fine.

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The following days.

The elders stopped doing odd jobs.

Wen Zhiya no longer goes to Yuling Sect to shovel excrement.

Jingyuan no longer went to Qingyun Sect to tend the boiler.

Elder Wangji no longer sweeps the floor at the Zen temple.

The three of them would wear the new robes of the Heavenly Sword Sect every day and wander around the sect.

He finally acted like a normal elder of a sect.

Elder Wen Zhiya wakes up naturally every morning.

Then go to the back mountain to see the sacred fields.

Water the newly planted Lingguo seedlings.

Talk to the newly sprouted seedlings.

Elder Jingyuan spends all his time in the alchemy room.

The pot lid explodes three times a day.

But he was not discouraged.

He said that failure is the ancestor of success.

If you fail a few more times, your ancestors will come.

Then~

He finally refined a Peiyuan Pill of normal quality.

He held the furnace of pills, his eyes red as a rabbit's.

—Elder Wangji no longer sweeps the floor at the Zen Temple.

They sit in the council hall every day drinking tea.

That tea was bought in the Demon Realm's trading district.

Unlike the tea used in the cultivation world, this was tea powder made from a type of brown bean.

It has a slightly burnt flavor.

He drank while looking at the brand-new sect.

Satisfied, but bored.

So he would occasionally give me and my fellow disciples pointers on swordsmanship.

"Little Pin'er, you need to rotate your wrist a little more for this sword strike."

"Suning, your sword strike was too soft, like you were just stir-frying vegetables."

"Yan Chuan, your sword isn't a door panel, stop thinking about hitting people."

"Murong Zhuo, don't look at the light when you're cleaning your sword, it'll hurt your eyes."

"Chenguang, don't sigh when you're doing the accounting; it affects morale."

"Qingchen...you continue, I have nothing more to say."

—The senior brothers focused on practicing their swordsmanship.

Preparing to participate in the Grand Competition of Ten Thousand Clans.

The platform for practicing swordsmanship has been paved with bricks and stones, and it is no longer the dusty earthen platform it used to be.

The bluish-gray stone bricks are neatly arranged.

It's not slippery on rainy days.

It's not hot even on a hot day.

Practicing swordsmanship while standing on it feels completely different.

Su Ning said that this was the first time since the founding of the Heavenly Sword Sect that there was a proper platform for sword practice, and it was worth recording in the sect's history.

Gu Chenguang actually remembered it and wrote several lines.

—I practiced swordsmanship with my senior brothers every day.

My fellow students practiced swordsmanship, and so did I.

My fellow disciples meditated, and so did I.

My fellow students are eating, and so am I.

The Chaos Golden Core spun steadily within the dantian.

The power of chaos flows through the meridians, and it is more effective than spiritual power and demonic energy combined.

With a single swing of my sword, I can cleave the target opposite the sword-fighting platform in two.

No, it's not split open, it's cleaved apart.

It vaporized directly.

The way my senior brothers looked at me had changed from "a junior sister who needs protection" to "what kind of monster is this kid?"

—Little Flame Mastiff, that's the little magical beast that Suning bought, the one that looks like a dog.