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

In the evening, we went back to the courtyard to rest.

Many people still come to visit.

People from the Spirit Control Sect came to me to pet spirit beasts.

Li Bufan brought Lei Yihu with him tonight.

Qingliuliu brought that pink pig.

The other disciples brought their own spirit beasts.

The Zen temple was once again crowded with furry creatures, as lively as a zoo.

People from the Hehuan Sect came to see Murong Zhuo again.

He blushed several times today.

A female cultivator gave him a piece of spirit jade, which he accepted with a blush.

Another female cultivator gave him a bottle of spiritual wine, which he accepted with a blush.

Another female cultivator gave him a robe, which he accepted with a blush.

I counted, and he received at least a dozen gifts tonight.

My face turns red every time I receive a package.

In the end, his face turned so red that it almost matched the intensity of Yan Chuan's Crimson Fire Heavy Sword.

The people from the neighboring Qingyun Sect couldn't stand it anymore.

You can't win an argument with Suning; his words are too sharp.

He couldn't win in a fight; Shen Qingchen's sword was too fast.

They couldn't be driven away; the courtyard belonged to the Zen sect, and they had no right to it.

Finally, they set up a soundproof array.

A transparent light shield covered the entire courtyard of Qingyun Sect, like an inverted pot.

The sound inside couldn't get out, and the sound outside couldn't get in.

perfect.

The people of Qingyun Sect finally quieted down.

but.

We had hot pot in the courtyard that night.

Yan Chuan personally took charge of the cooking, using that Netherworld Black Iron Pot.

The pot was bought in the Demon Realm Trade Zone last time.

Yan Chuan carried it with him wherever he went, treasuring it as much as his sword.

The broth is made from animal bones, with ghost peppers, shiitake mushrooms, and several other herbs whose names I don't know.

The aroma wafted out and reached the neighbor's house.

Soundproof arrays can block sound, but they can't block smells.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect were meditating in the courtyard, but their noses kept twitching.

It smells so good.

Although most cultivators abstain from grains, abstaining from grains does not mean they lose their sense of smell.

Moreover, after a long period of fasting, the smell of fragrance actually makes one feel more uncomfortable.

I want to eat it but can't, I don't want to eat it but I want to smell it.

dilemma.

Some people started swallowing.

Some people started rummaging through the storage bags to see if there was any stored grain.

Some people couldn't hold back any longer and stood up, wanting to come over and argue with us.

Situ Che refused.

"Sit down," he said coldly.

The disciple sat down unwillingly.

Then someone else stood up.

"But Senior Brother..."

"sit down."

He sat down again.

Shangguan Haitang stood at the courtyard gate, giving us a hateful look.

Then she turned around and went back.

He walked with great force, his boots stomping loudly on the ground.

Su Ning held the bowl, smiling as she looked in the direction of Qingyun Sect.

"They can smell it, right?"

Yan Chuan scooped up a piece of meat: "You can definitely smell it."

Murong Zhuo picked up a piece of vermicelli with his chopsticks: "Then why aren't they coming over?"

Gu Chenguang took a sip of soup: "Situ Che won't allow it."

I looked at the courtyard of Qingyun Sect, and then at the bowl in my hand.

"Should we send them some?"

My fellow students all looked at me.

The look in her eyes meant: Junior sister, aren't you too kind?

I quickly changed my mind: "Then can I take my bowl and eat it at the entrance of their courtyard?"

The senior students' eyes changed.

I feel very gratified.

Suning was the first to stand up: "Great idea!"

Yan Chuan, holding his bowl, said, "I'm going too!"

Murong Zhuo wiped his mouth: "Count me in!"

Gu Chenguang closed his notebook: "I'll be in charge of recording their expressions."

Shen Qingchen remained silent.

But he stood up while holding the bowl.

So, the six of us, brothers and sisters, carrying our bowls, walked to the entrance of Qingyun Sect.

The soundproofing array is still in place.

But the flavor can't be blocked.

We stood outside the formation, eating hot pot.

A bite of meat, a bite of vegetables, a sip of soup.

They ate very slowly.

good smell.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect sat in the courtyard, facing our direction, their expressions complex.

Like a pack of hungry wolves locked in a cage, eyeing the meat outside.

Su Ning took a bite of the meat and deliberately exclaimed loudly, "This meat is so tender!"

Yan Chuan took a sip of the soup: "This soup is so delicious!"

Murong Zhuo picked up a piece of tofu: "This tofu is so flavorful!"

Gu Chenguang didn't say anything, but he wrote a line in his notebook and held it up to show us:

—Their faces are really green.

I almost burst out laughing.

Situ Che sat at the far end of the courtyard, his eyes closed, motionless.

But his ears were twitching.

Shangguan Haitang sat next to him, biting her lip, her eyes red.

I don't know if it was anger or craving.

We stood at the gate of the courtyard for fifteen minutes.

I ate for fifteen minutes.

Then they took the empty bowl back.

Before leaving, Su Ning glanced back at the Qingyun Sect's courtyard and exclaimed, "We're having hot pot again tomorrow! Feel free to come visit!"

The soundproof array couldn't block out that sentence.

Because he spoke too loudly.

A sound of gritting teeth came from the courtyard of Qingyun Sect.

We walked back to the courtyard, laughing.

The hot pot tonight smells especially delicious.

....................................

Day three.

It's the rookie group's turn to compete.

The first round is a free-for-all.

It's a competition where everyone goes on stage together, and the last thirty people remaining on stage advance.

The rules are simple: being knocked off the stage means you're out, and admitting defeat means you're out.

A huge arena was erected in the center of the square, with a side length of a hundred feet.

More than a hundred new disciples stood on the stage, densely packed together, like a pot of dumplings.

I stood in the corner and looked up at the surroundings.

I was surrounded by opponents who were taller, stronger, and more skilled than me.

The youngest was seven or eight years old, and the oldest looked to be fifteen or sixteen.

Only I, three and a half years old, stood in the crowd, like a bean sprout that had grown in the wrong place.

Elder Wangji specifically stepped down from the stage to give me some instructions.

"If you can survive, then survive."

I nodded.

"Don't hide your strength, and don't reveal your cultivation level either."

I continued nodding.

"Just use the same level of refining as during your normal training period."

I nodded frantically.

Elder Wangji flew back to the stands with satisfaction.

The senior students also returned to the spectator area.

Only the participating disciples remained on the stage.

The referee gave the whistle.

"start!"

More than a hundred people moved at the same time.

Amidst flashes of spiritual light, magical artifacts flew about, and shouts of battle shook the heavens.

Someone was slapped off the stage.

Someone was sent flying by a single sword strike.

Someone was being chased all over the stage by a spirit beast.

Someone rushed out and was immediately surrounded and beaten by three people, screaming as he rolled off the stage.

I stood still, without moving.

Then I squatted down.

He crouched in the corner, holding his wooden sword, watching the chaotic battle unfold before him.

Nobody hit me.

They ran past me as if they hadn't seen me at all.

A disciple of the Yuling Sect chased after a disciple of the Lingqi Sect as he jumped over my head.

A disciple of the Qingyun Sect and a disciple of the Hehuan Sect were fighting fiercely to my left.

A Buddhist Zen disciple was chanting sutras to my right, probably trying to influence his opponent with Buddhist teachings... and then his opponent kicked him off the stage.

I continued to squat.

No one hit me.

The reason is simple: they felt it was unnecessary.

A three-and-a-half-year-old child who only managed to draw Qi into his body with the help of top-grade pills, possesses mixed spiritual roots, and is in the late stage of Qi Refining, poses little threat and there is no need to waste energy on him.

Take care of the strong ones first, then deal with me last.

I understand their thinking.

I agree with their ideas.

Elder Wangji said, "If you can survive, then survive."

He said that a Zen master once said: The most important skill in life is not fighting and killing, but survival.

I think the host is a person of great wisdom.

Gou is a good thing.

For example, I don't have to fight and kill anymore, which is great.

but.

There's someone who doesn't want me to live a life of ignominy.

Shangguan Haitang.