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

Thunder rolled in from afar, making the ground tremble slightly.

Everyone stopped drawing their swords.

Look up at the sky.

The direction of the tribulation clouds is at the border between the Demon Realm and the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Su Ning was the first to react: "Nascent Soul Tribulation. Eighteen bolts of lightning."

Yan Chuan panicked: "Is that the border... where Second Senior Brother is? Is he undergoing his tribulation alone? What will he do without anyone to protect him?"

Murong Zhuo frowned: "Moreover, undergoing tribulation at the border, what if the demons discover it..."

Gu Chenguang opened his notebook, where he had written down the contents of his second senior brother's last message: "He said there was no problem. He told us not to worry."

Elder Wangji looked up at the cloud of tribulation and remained silent for a while.

"The lightning strike looks like it's at the border; even if we rush over, it'll be too late."

Wen Zhiya nodded: "With Young Master Fu's physique, he should be able to withstand it."

Jing Yuan added, "After all, we've been mining in the mines for so long, dealing with rocks every day, so we're tough and resilient."

Everyone watched in silence as the eighteen bolts of lightning struck down one after another.

Each strike pierced my heart.

Elder Wangji counted on his fingers.

"The ninth...the twelfth...the fifteenth..."

The eighteenth strike was completed.

The thunder dissipated.

The clouds of calamity slowly dispersed, revealing a small patch of blue sky.

Elder Wangji waited a while longer, and only after confirming that there was no nineteenth lightning bolt did he slowly speak.

"The person who survived the tribulation has succeeded."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound of the breath was so loud that it startled the birds in the roadside trees into flight.

Elder Wangji added, "Although I don't know if it's Young Master Fu's child, let's wish him well."

Su Ning took out a communication talisman and sent a message to his second senior brother.

"Second Senior Brother, were you the one undergoing tribulation just now? If so, please reply."

The communication talisman lit up.

A hoarse voice came from the other end, filled with the exhaustion of someone who had survived a close call: "...Yes. Alive. I'll go back after I recover from my injuries."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the word "alive".

Gu Chenguang wrote in his notebook:

—Second Senior Brother Fu Shao: Successfully transcended the tribulation!

—Cultivation level: Nascent Soul!

—Note: The person is alive, but it's unknown whether the sword is still there.

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The day of the grand competition of ten thousand sects has arrived.

This competition was held on Zen Buddhist territory.

The day of departure.

The sun isn't too strong, and the breeze isn't too strong—perfect for a fight.

This is the first large-scale event our Heavenly Sword Sect has participated in since becoming rich, and all the senior brothers attach great importance to it.

The day before departure, Gu Chenguang ironed everyone's new clothes three times.

Yan Chuan steamed two baskets of buns to eat on the way.

Murong Zhuo wiped everyone's swords, including his own.

Suning tied my braids up and took them off, then tied them up and took them off again, changing my hairstyle three times.

Shen Qingchen stood in front of the mountain gate, looking at the white jade pillar, saying nothing, but standing there for a long time.

Elder Wen Zhiya and Elder Jingyuan stayed behind to guard the house.

After all, the spirit field had just sprouted.

The alchemy room has just opened.

It can't be left unattended.

As we parted, Elder Wen Zhiya held my hand and said earnestly, "Little Pin'er, don't bring shame to the Heavenly Sword Sect when you go."

I nodded.

He thought for a moment and added, "Don't be too flashy. We don't need to live off prizes anymore."

I nodded again.

He thought for a moment, then added, "But if we can win, we should. Winning will bring us prestige."

I continued nodding.

Elder Jingyuan rolled his eyes from the side: "What exactly do you want her to do?"

Elder Wen Zhiya remained silent for a moment: "...Let it be."

Elder Wangji was in charge of leading the team.

Before I left, he handed me a pill.

"It suppresses your cultivation level. After consuming it, your cultivation level will drop to the late stage of Qi Refining."

I took the pill and swallowed it.

"For someone with mixed spiritual roots, to go from just beginning to Qi Refining to the late stage in half a year is already genius," Elder Wangji explained. "Any higher and it would arouse suspicion."

The medicine worked quickly; the five-colored golden core in his dantian calmed down, and the fluctuations in spiritual energy dropped to the level of the late stage of Qi Refining.

My fellow students gathered around and looked at me.

Su Ning nodded in satisfaction: "He looks like just an ordinary little genius."

Yan Chuan: "Ordinary? A three-and-a-half-year-old at the late stage of Qi Refining, how is that ordinary?"

Murong Zhuo: "Yes, what's ordinary about it?"

Gu Chenguang flipped through the notebook and read aloud: "In the cultivation world, the average age of a ten-year-old who has reached the late stage of Qi Refining is considered a genius. A three-and-a-half-year-old who has reached the late stage of Qi Refining... is considered abnormal."

Everyone fell silent.

Elder Wangji waved his hand: "Then let's just consider her a freak. Anyway, our sect won't miss one more."

So, we set off on our swords.

The destination: Wanfo Mountain, a Zen Buddhist site.

Wanfo Mountain is not a single mountain, but a group of mountains.

The mountain peaks stretch endlessly, resembling a group of meditating Buddha statues.

The mountains are shrouded in mist, exuding an ethereal atmosphere, with the occasional distant and lingering sound of bells.

The square at Wanfoshan is very large.

Very big.

It's so big that it could fit several Heavenly Sword Sects inside.

When we arrived, a large number of people had already gathered in the square.

People from all the sects have arrived.

Flags fluttered and the crowd roared.

—The flag of the Qingyun Sect is still the largest.

The blue flag, edged with gold and embroidered with the characters "Qingyun," shimmered in the sunlight.

They probably want everyone to know they're rich.

—The banners of the Yuling Sect are embroidered with various mythical beasts.

There are tigers, leopards, eagles, foxes... you name it.

From a distance, it looks like an animal world.

—The Hehuan Sect's flags are pink and embroidered with twin lotus flowers.

When the wind blows, it's like a peach blossom drifting by.

—The Zen sect's banner has the character "Zen" written on it.

Simple and direct, yet powerful and imposing.

—The flag of the Heavenly Sword Sect…

The Heavenly Sword Sect's flag is still the most tattered.

However, the three ink characters "Heavenly Sword Sect" still remain vigorous and powerful.

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A young Zen monk walked over and put his hands together in prayer position.

"Esteemed benefactors, please follow me. I will take you to the Heavenly Sword Sect's position."

Elder Wangji waved his hand: "No need, you go ahead and do your work. I know how to do it."

The young monk was taken aback: "Senior, have you been here before?"

Elder Wangji remained unfazed: "I've been here. Thirty years ago."

The young monk suddenly realized, "So you are Uncle-Master Wangji from the Heavenly Sword Sect! My apologies for not recognizing you sooner!"

He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply: "Then I'll trouble you."

After saying that, he left quickly, as if afraid of delaying the elder from sweeping the floor.

Elder Wangji led us across the square to a location.

Good location.

On the left is the Qingyun Sect, and on the right is the Yuling Sect.

The front represents the Hehuan School, and the back represents the Chan School.

A four-faced song.

No, there are people on all four sides.

Elder Wangji gave a few instructions: "Don't argue with the people from Qingyun Sect."

The senior students nodded.

"And don't fight."

The senior students continued to nod.

"Don't hit someone in the face if you're fighting."

The senior students exchanged glances and nodded with difficulty.

Then Elder Wangji flew up and sat down.

The seats for the sect leaders and elders were all in the stands.

Only the five major sects are qualified to sit in the first row.

Although the Heavenly Sword Sect was poor, it was still one of the five major sects.

When Elder Wangji flew up, his broom drew an elegant arc in the sunlight.

The young Zen monks all looked up, their eyes filled with: That senior sweeper is so handsome!

The moment Elder Wangji sat down, his expression was calm, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

That expression translates to: After sweeping the floor for thirty years, I've finally gotten a seat in the front row.

The second and third rows consist of elders and sect leaders from mid-level sects.

Next are the elders or sect leaders of smaller sects.

The leaders of some minor sects could only sit on the periphery.