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

Registration process:

The senior students started signing up.

Suning reported on his swordsmanship.

Yan Chuan reported his swordsmanship.

Murong Zhuo reported his swordsmanship.

Gu Chenguang reported on swordsmanship... then after thinking for a moment, he reported on formations as well.

"It's not shameful to lose anyway," he said. "Winning is a win."

Shen Qingchen reported on his swordsmanship.

When the senior student signed up, the entire room fell silent for a moment.

A 110-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator at the mid-stage, currently ranked number one on the list of geniuses in the cultivation world.

His opponents are probably already writing their wills.

I signed up for the newcomer group competition.

The Newcomer Group is specifically designed for disciples who have recently started learning.

There is no limit to cultivation level, but the time spent in the program must be within the last three years.

I've been learning for six months.

Meets the requirements.

The young monk in charge of registration glanced at me, then looked at my documents, his expression subtle.

"Three and a half years old, late stage of Qi Refining, six months since entering the beginner level..."

He looked up at me.

Are you sure you want to register?

I nodded.

"Although there are no restrictions on cultivation level for the newcomers, our opponents might be at the Foundation Establishment stage. You're only at the late Qi Refining stage..."

I interrupted him: "It's okay. I'll just give it a try."

The monk hesitated for a moment, but still wrote down my name.

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The competition began quickly.

The venue was divided into several areas, and the activities took place simultaneously.

The area around Jindan District was bustling with activity.

— Suning were the first to take the field.

His opponent was a Golden Core stage array cultivator.

The array master immediately set up three arrays: a defensive array, a trapping array, and an illusion array.

He wrapped himself up in three layers, making himself look like a rice dumpling.

Suning glanced at it.

He slashed with his sword.

All three formations shattered simultaneously.

The array cultivator stood rooted to the spot, still holding the array flag in his hand, his expression frozen in shock at the thought, "How could the array be gone so soon after I finished setting it up?"

Su Ning sheathed his sword: "You flatter me."

Sparse applause rang out from the audience.

It's not that it's not exciting, it's that it's too fast.

It ended before I could even see it clearly.

— Yan Chuan is the second to go on stage.

The opponent was a Golden Core stage talisman cultivator.

The talisman cultivator immediately threw out a stack of talismans: fireball talismans, ice arrow talismans, lightning strike talismans...

It rained down on Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan swung his sword.

A fiery red sword light swept across, and all the talismans burned to ashes in mid-air.

Fu Xiu looked at the dust covering the ground and fell silent.

Then he quietly walked off the stage.

—Murong Zhuo was the third to enter the stage.

The opponent was a female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, at the Golden Core stage, whose weapon was a pipa (a Chinese lute).

She sat in the center of the ring, plucking the strings of her instrument.

Sonic attack.

Seduction techniques.

A double attack.

Murong Zhuo blinked his peach blossom eyes.

Then he drew the Thick Earth Sword.

Close your eyes.

One sword.

The pipa is cracked.

The female cultivator was stunned. Looking at the pipa that was broken in two in her hand, her eyes reddened.

Murong Zhuo opened his eyes and was stunned.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry—" he apologized as he sheathed his sword, his expression even more aggrieved than his opponent's. "I didn't mean to, your pipa was too fragile..."

Seeing his flustered appearance, the female cultivator suddenly stopped being angry.

"Never mind." She picked up the pipa, which was broken in two, and turned to leave.

I glanced back at him before I left.

There's something in those eyes.

Murong Zhuo stood there, at a loss.

Below the stage, Su Ning whispered, "Fifth Junior Brother... has he gotten himself into trouble with some women?"

Yan Chuan nodded: "It seems so."

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

—The Fifth Senior Brother's Romantic Luck:

—The other party is a disciple of the Hehuan Sect. The pipa was split in two, but he doesn't seem angry anymore.

—Note: If I lose money, how much will I have to lose?

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—Gu Chenguang was the fourth to go on stage.

The opponent is the Vajra of Zen Buddhism.

Vajra cultivates the Golden Body technique, making him invulnerable to swords and spears, and impervious to water and fire.

He stood on the ring like an iron tower.

Gu Chenguang drew his Frost Sword.

One sword.

The Vajra Body was broken.

The Zen disciple looked down at the icicle on his chest and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha. Your sword is very cold."

Gu Chenguang sheathed his sword.

"Your body is very stiff."

The two exchanged a glance and clasped their hands in a fist salute.

A round of applause erupted from the audience.

All six senior students have made it to the finals.

The audience's reaction was lukewarm.

It's not that it's not exciting, it's just that it makes too much sense.

It's no surprise that the sword cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect won the competition, just like the sun rising in the east.

But their swords attracted the attention of many people.

"When did the Heavenly Sword Sect become so wealthy? Those swords don't look cheap at all!"

"The Azure Wood Spirit Sword, the Crimson Fire Heavy Sword, the Thick Earth Sword, the Frost Sword... every single one of them is a masterpiece!"

"Aren't they the poorest sect in the cultivation world?"

"They probably won the lottery."

"Are there lotteries in the cultivation world?"

--"……No."

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The Nascent Soul area has a completely different style.

In other Nascent Soul arenas, there are always opponents.

They fought back and forth, until the sky darkened.

Shen Qingchen stood alone on the arena.

Just standing there, dumbfounded.

Because no one went up to challenge it.

His list of opponents originally included several people.

But after seeing the lottery results, those people collectively chose to abstain.

It's not cowardice, it's wisdom.

Nascent Soul stage cultivators have cultivated for hundreds of years, finally reaching this realm. No one wants to be instantly killed by a 110-year-old genius on the arena with a single sword strike.

Losing face is a small matter, but getting hurt is a big deal.

Injury is a small matter, but a broken heart is a big one.

The competition in the Nascent Soul zone is progressing very quickly.

Because most people abstained in the first round.

Shen Qingchen stood on the arena, the wind blowing the hem of his clothes.

His expression was calm.

But there was a hint of boredom in that calm.

A sense of boredom tinged with loneliness.

There was a sense of emptiness amidst the loneliness.

Alone in the ring, the cold wind kept blowing.

This is the loneliness of someone who is 110 years old and in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

………………

During the final round.

Shen Qingchen finally has a rival.

His opponent was Situ Che of the Qingyun Sect.

That's the Nascent Soul stage sword cultivator who got slapped several times by the Three-Headed Azure Flame Lion in the Illusionary Beast Ruins, and later gave me a top-grade pill.

Early stage of Nascent Soul, 150 years old.

He was forty years older than Shen Qingchen and his cultivation level was one minor realm lower.

Su Ning whispered from below the stage, "That Situ Che has already lost to Senior Brother twice."

Yan Chuan counted on his fingers: "Including this competition, this is the third time."

Murong Zhuo sighed, "Things shouldn't happen more than three times. But for Situ Che, it might be that things just keep going on and on."

Gu Chenguang opened the notebook and began to read aloud the historical battle records:

—The first time, sixty years ago, was in a sect exchange competition, and the senior brother won.

—The second time, thirty years ago, in the Grand Competition of Ten Thousand Sects, the eldest disciple won.

—The third time, today, the grand competition of ten thousand sects, the results~~

He closed the notebook.

"No need to memorize it. I know the result even with my eyes closed."

On the arena.

Situ Che stood opposite Shen Qingchen, his face cold and silent.

Shen Qingchen also stood there, expressionless.

The two stared at each other for three seconds.

Then Situ Che drew his sword.

His sword was swift, its light like a rainbow, carrying a sharp killing intent.

Shen Qingchen also drew his sword.

The moment the meteorite iron sword was drawn from its sheath, the entire arena lit up.

It's not an exaggeration, it really did shine.

The light from that sword was more dazzling than the sun.

The people in the audience squinted.

"What kind of sword is that?"

—"Extraterrestrial meteorite iron! The entire bunch is made of extraterrestrial meteorite iron!"

"Holy crap! Did the Heavenly Sword Sect really win the lottery?"

Shen Qingchen drew his sword.

One sword.

A very simple sword strike.

There were no fancy moves, no unnecessary actions; it was just a simple thrust.

But the angle, force, and speed of that sword strike were all just right.

A little more would be excessive, a little less would be insufficient.

Situ withdrew from the scene.

He held his sword horizontally in front of him, blocking Shen Qingchen's sword.

"clang--"

Situ retreated three steps.

Shen Qingchen remained completely still.

Situ Che gritted his teeth and charged forward again.

Shen Qingchen accepted the challenge.

A sword move.

Situ Che's sword was knocked away, and he took three steps back.

He stood there, looking at his numb hands, then at Shen Qingchen.

After a moment of silence, he said, "I lost."

Shen Qingchen sheathed his sword: "You flatter me."

Situ Che walked off the stage silently with a cold face.

His back view was lonely.

Applause erupted from the audience.

I'm not applauding Shen Qingchen; he deserved to win.

Let's applaud Situ Che.

"Good job, you finished it!"

"As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn!"

"It's good that you're alive!"

Situ Che's face grew even colder.

On the stands, the elders from various sects were also discussing the matter animatedly.

"The swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword Sect is indeed unmatched."

"Shen Qingchen is such a talented child."

"A 110-year-old mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is among the top five in the history of cultivation."

—"The key point is that he is still improving."

Elder Wangji remained silent, but the curve of his lips widened.

I looked at Situ Che and suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

But I only felt sorry for them for three seconds.

Three seconds later, Su Ning leaned closer and whispered, "Situ Che isn't actually a bad person. He's just unlucky."

Yan Chuan nodded: "Every time I run into Senior Brother, it's at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and in the wrong fight."

Murong Zhuo concluded: "The greatest tragedy in life is not losing, but losing to the same person three times."

Gu Chenguang opened the notebook and wrote on a certain page:

—The senior disciple of Qingyun Sect VS. the senior disciple of my sect.

Head-to-head record: 0 wins and 3 losses.

—Note: I suggest he avoid participating in competitions where my senior brother is present.

Today's fencing competition has come to an end.