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

Tomorrow's other activities include alchemy, talisman drawing, array formation, and weapon crafting...

The day after tomorrow is the rookie group's turn.

Although the senior brothers felt that watching the excitement was not as good as going back to practice their swordsmanship.

However, Gu Chenguang reported the formation, and the rookie group was scheduled to compete on the last day.

We had no choice but to stay.

In the evening, we were arranged to rest in a Zen Buddhist monastery.

Each of the five major sects has its own courtyard.

The monastery is small, but very clean.

White walls and black tiles, a few green pine trees planted in the courtyard, bluestone slabs on the ground, and an ancient well in the corner.

We had just sat down when the Zen monks knocked on the door.

"Excuse me, is Uncle-Master Wangji here?"

Su Ning opened the door: "The elders have already been called away to help entertain the various sects."

The monk put his hands together in prayer and said, "Amitabha. I apologize for disturbing you."

he's gone.

I asked curiously, "Why send an elder to entertain them?"

Murong Zhuo explained, "The elder has been sweeping the floor in the Zen sect for thirty years and knows everyone."

Gu Chenguang added, "And he's bald. Standing in a group of monks, you can't tell which are real monks and which are fake."

I thought about it, and it makes sense.

No sooner had the monk left than people from the Yuling Sect came to visit.

They came to see me.

Li Bufan brought a spirit beast for me to pet.

"Junior Sister, this spirit eagle is usually very proud and won't let anyone touch it. Why don't you give it a try?"

I reached out and touched the spirit eagle's head.

It trembled slightly, then obediently lowered its head.

Li Bufan's eyes lit up.

Qing Liuliu brought over another spirit fox: "Junior Sister, this spirit fox is even more arrogant; it won't even let me hold it."

I reached out and took the spirit fox.

It shrank back and then nestled in my arms without moving.

Qing Liuliu gasped.

Other disciples of the Spirit Control Sect brought over their own spirit beasts.

"Junior Sister, this one of mine..."

"Junior Sister, what about mine too..."

Before long, my arms were piled high with spirit beasts.

The eagle perched on my shoulder.

Nestled in the arms of the spirit fox.

The civet cat is lying on my lap.

The clever rabbit squatted at my feet.

I am like a tree laden with small animals.

***

Soon, people from the Hehuan Sect also came to visit.

But they didn't come to see me.

They came to find Murong Zhuo.

Several female cultivators stood at the door, looking at him with smiles.

"Senior Brother Murong, that sword strike you made today was really cool."

Murong Zhuo scratched his head: "Th-thank you."

The female cultivators behind them took out gifts one after another.

Spiritual fruit, spiritual wine, spiritual jade, robes...

Murong Zhuo received so many gifts that his hands were sore from carrying them.

Her face turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

Su Ning watched the commotion from the sidelines, Yan Chuan suppressed a laugh, and Gu Chenguang took notes.

I looked around but didn't see Fairy Xue Mei.

I asked one of the female practitioners, "Where is your senior sister?"

The female cultivator glanced in the direction of her senior brother and lowered her voice, "Senior sister... she's practicing her sword. She said she's trying to catch up with someone."

I nodded and looked at my senior brother: "She's trying."

The eldest disciple said expressionlessly, "Her swordsmanship... definitely needs to be practiced."

Everyone: "..."

This statement, while not particularly hurtful, is extremely insulting.

The female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect exchanged glances and sighed collectively.

*******

Apart from friendly visits.

Some people came to see me out of curiosity.

To be precise, they came to see how I, with my "mixed spiritual roots," managed to refine Qi into my body and reach the later stages of Qi refinement within six months.

After all, in the cultivation world, being able to cultivate internal energy at the age of ten is already considered genius.

I reached the late stage of Qi Refining at the age of three and a half, and I still had mixed spiritual roots.

Incredible.

They surrounded me, asking me all sorts of questions.

"Little one, what kind of pill did you take?"

"Little one, what kind of cultivation technique are you practicing?"

"Little one, have you had some kind of amazing adventure?"

I shifted the blame to the Qingyun Sect.

"Senior Brother Situ Che once gave me a top-grade pill."

They were taken aback: "Situ Che? That senior disciple of the Qingyun Sect?"

I nodded: "Yes. He gave it to me last time at the Mystic Beast Ruins."

They fell silent, still somewhat skeptical.

Top-grade pills can indeed help people draw qi into their bodies, but reaching the late stage of qi refinement in half a year is still too fast.

Some people wanted to ask more questions, but when they saw Shen Qingchen standing beside them, expressionlessly touching the hilt of his sword, they shut their mouths.

At the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, a man of 110 years old, he was like a mountain standing there.

***

Some people came to ask their senior brothers about swords.

"Fellow Daoists of the Heavenly Sword Sect, where did you purchase your swords?"

The senior disciples all gave the same answer: "We bought the ore in the Demon Realm and mined it ourselves."

"The Demon Realm? That newly opened commercial district?"

"right."

Immediately, someone pulled out a notebook and wrote it down:

"The Demon Realm Trade Zone? Which stall specifically? What are the prices? Can you customize?"

We compiled it in detail.

This brought another wave of customers to the Demon Realm's commercial district.

***

The people from the Qingyun Sect next door complain that we're noisy.

One of the disciples approached, his tone rather unfriendly: "Could you all please keep your voices down?"

Su Ning looked up at him: "There's nothing I can do, my junior sister is just too popular."

Yan Chuan added insult to injury: "What, no one likes your junior sister because she doesn't have a lightning spiritual root?"

Murong Zhuo blinked: "Is being too handsome my fault?"

Gu Chenguang didn't even look up: "Have you never received gifts because you're handsome?"

Qingyun Sect disciple: "..."

He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Because Qingyun Sect indeed does not have it.

Situ Che is handsome, but also cold and arrogant, and no one dares to get close to him.

Although Shangguan Haitang is a child prodigy, she has a bad temper and is arrogant, which makes her unlikable.

And these few from the Heavenly Sword Sect...

He's really handsome, but he's also really poor.

But its popularity is genuine.

After hesitating for a long time, the disciple finally managed to utter, "You wait here."

Then he turned and left.

Suning shouted from behind, "What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for us to come visit? We welcome you!"

The disciple walked even faster.

The senior students exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

I laughed too.

Then continue petting the spirit beasts.

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the next day:

The various competitions have begun.

Dozens of arenas were set up in the square.

Each ring was surrounded by a large crowd.

The beast tamer is on the left.

The roars of the spirit beasts rose and fell, occasionally interspersed with the screams of someone whose foot had been stepped on.

The one drawing the talisman is on the right.

The crackling sounds of burning talismans filled the air, along with the smell of burning.

The formation is in the middle.

The light from the activation of the formation was so bright it hurt people's eyes. Occasionally, someone would get trapped inside and have to go in to rescue them.

The alchemy and weapon crafting are done in the back mountain...

Because they were afraid the oven would explode and injure someone.

It is said that in the previous competition, a disciple who practiced alchemy caused an explosion in his furnace, which blew half of the arena away, and even the referee ended up in the hospital.

My senior classmates took me around to see what was going on.