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

I stood in the Heavenly Sword Sect's ranks, looking around.

Then I saw Shangguan Haitang.

She stood in the Qingyun Sect's procession, wearing a light purple robe, her hair tied in two buns, her expression as proud as a rooster that had just won a cockfight.

She saw me too.

Eyes facing each other.

She first checked my cultivation level: late stage of Qi Refining.

Her expression changed.

First, I was surprised: How could someone with a mixed spiritual root reach the late stage of Qi Refining?

Then came the disdain: "It must be from some kind of elixir. It's just a mixed spiritual root; it won't last long."

I waved to her.

She pretended not to see it and turned her head to the side.

Elder Hutu still led the Qingyun Sect team.

That's the white-bearded old man who tested me during the sect's grand recruitment event and found out I had five spiritual roots, and who suggested I go to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

He was clearly taken aback when he saw me.

Then he walked over, looked him up and down, and frowned.

"You...have reached the late stage of Qi Refining?"

I nodded.

His brows furrowed even more.

"The last time I saw you, you had only just begun to cultivate Qi. Even with the aid of top-grade pills, you shouldn't have improved so quickly..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because the people from the Yuling Sect have already surrounded me.

Li Bufan was the first to rush over, holding a handful of candy: "Junior Sister! Long time no see! I missed you so much!"

Qing Liuliu followed behind, carrying a large basket filled with spiritual fruits.

"Junior Sister, these are newly cultivated spiritual fruits, please try some!"

Other disciples of the Yuling Sect also gathered around, chattering amongst themselves.

"Junior Sister, my spirit beast misses you!"

"Junior Sister, my Ice Phoenix misses you too!"

"Junior Sister, you're wearing new clothes? You look beautiful!"

"Junior Sister, you've grown taller?"

I was surrounded, my arms piled high with candy and fruit, like a sapling being fed.

Elder Hutu watched this scene from the side, wanting to say something but holding back.

Finally, he shook his head and walked away.

Su Ning whispered from the side, "Every time the people from Qingyun Sect try to talk to Junior Sister, Yuling Sect intercepts them."

Yan Chuan replied softly, "Serves them right. Who told them to reject their junior sister in the first place?"

Murong Zhuo whispered even lower, "Stop talking, Elder Hutu hasn't gone far yet."

Gu Chenguang said in the softest voice, "He's gone far away."

……

At this moment, Li Bufan's Thunder Wing Tiger also came over.

It was that mid-level peak Thunderwing Tiger.

A mid-level peak-stage demonic beast, with two wings on its back, majestic and awe-inspiring, its powerful aura could scare away even Golden Core cultivators.

But when it saw me, it immediately lowered its head and rubbed its big head against my hand.

The movement was as gentle as a big cat's.

The surrounding cultivators were all petrified:

"Why do the people from the Spirit Control Sect like that little baby so much?"

"I heard she can get close to demonic beasts."

"Oh, no wonder Lei Yihu is more docile towards her than towards the people of the Yu Ling Sect."

"My God, this little kid looks only three and a half years old, right? And he's already at the late stage of Qi Refining?"

"Isn't this another genius?"

"The Heavenly Sword Sect has struck gold. Although they are few in number, every disciple is a genius with a single spiritual root."

—Someone countered: "No, no, that little kid has mixed spiritual roots. Qingyun Sect tested it before."

"—Yes, yes, I remember now. He has mixed spiritual roots, but his physical constitution is exceptionally good. The Qingyun Sect didn't want him and sent him to the Tianjian Sect instead."

"Qingyun Sect has really missed out on something amazing."

"That's right. And she can even get close to demonic beasts; you see how much the people of the Spirit Control Sect adore her."

"I heard that Zhou Tongxiao scolded Qingyun Sect last time for not introducing this little kid to Yuling Sect."

……

The people from Qingyun Sect grew increasingly grim as they listened to these words.

One disciple couldn't help but retort, "It's just a mixed spiritual root, we don't care about that."

Another chimed in: "It's just that he relied on his senior brother's top-grade pills to guide his Qi into his body."

The third person nodded: "Yes, it must be the pills that made her so lucky to reach the late stage of Qi Refining."

The fourth conclusion: "Those with mixed spiritual roots will probably only reach the late stage of Qi Refining in their lifetime. Reaching Foundation Establishment is likely a long way off."

……

They didn't speak loudly.

But I heard it.

I pretended not to hear.

Continue patting the Thunder Wing Tiger's head.

Lei Yihu squinted and made a purring sound.

The sound was very loud, just loud enough to drown out the murmurs of the Qingyun Sect.

In the stands.

The sect leaders and elders of each sect have already taken their seats.

Elder Hutu sat in the Qingyun Sect's seat, his expression not good.

Because he could hear the discussions from the audience.

Late stage of Qi Refining, three and a half years old.

Even with the aid of top-grade pills, it's abnormal for someone with mixed spiritual roots to progress from the early stage of Qi Refining to the late stage within half a year.

unless……

He dared not think any further.

Beside him, Elder Zhou Tongxiao of the Yuling Sect came over with a smile.

That smile carried three parts smugness, three parts mockery, and three parts "I just love seeing you get the short end of the stick."

"Regret it now?"

Elder Hutu remained silent.

Zhou Tongxiao continued, "The little kid your Qingyun Sect didn't want back then is now a guest of honor at our Yuling Sect."

Elder Hutu remained silent.

But his complexion was even worse.

Zhou Tongxiao stroked his beard smugly: "This little kid can not only get close to demonic beasts, but his cultivation speed is also so fast. Tsk tsk tsk, what a steal, what a steal!"

Elder Hutu finally couldn't hold back any longer: "It's just a mixed spiritual root. The late stage of Qi Refining is already the limit."

Zhou Tongxiao laughed even harder: "Really? We'll see."

The sect leader of the Food God Sect was munching on spirit fruit nearby, watching the show with great interest.

Representatives from other sects lowered their heads and drank their tea, pretending they hadn't heard anything.

But their ears were all perked up high.

Elder Wangji sat in the first row and said nothing.

But he couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

That expression, translated, means: You guys can argue all you want, anyway, Bao is with our Heavenly Sword Sect.

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All the sects finally arrived.

The Zen master took the stage.

White beard, white eyebrows, shiny bald head, and a very clean and new monk's robe.

He stood on the high platform, clasped his hands together, and began to chant scriptures.

This isn't a metaphor; it's real chanting.

"Thus have I heard..."

All the monks present were petrified.

After reading for about fifteen minutes, we finally got to the main topic.

The content is roughly as follows:

—All beings are equal; competition comes second, friendship comes first.

—Don't fight, and if you do fight, don't hit the face.

— Don't slap someone in the face too hard, and even if you slap them too hard, don't kill them.

—Even if it kills someone, don't... or something like that.

Someone in the audience whispered, "Isn't this just Zen Buddhism bringing over temple rules?"

The person next to him replied, "No, that's just the abbot's personal style. He used to be in charge of the precepts."

The host continued, "This year's Grand Competition of Ten Thousand Sects is divided into several events, including alchemy, talisman drawing, array formation, weapon crafting, beast taming, and swordsmanship. Disciples from each sect may freely register according to their respective cultivation levels."

He paused, glancing in the direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"In swordsmanship, the Heavenly Sword Sect has won the championship for many consecutive years. We hope that disciples from all sects will continue their efforts this year and strive for..."

He didn't finish speaking.

Because he knew it would be useless to say anything.

In terms of swordsmanship, the Heavenly Sword Sect truly has no rivals.

Someone in the audience whispered, "Strive for what? Strive to lose in a more respectable way?"

Another voice: "Try to withstand three moves from the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples."

Another voice said, "They'll survive three moves? They'll be lucky to survive one."

The senior brothers of the Heavenly Sword Sect had no expression, but the curve of their lips betrayed them.