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

"—Here they come! The young genius of Qingyun Sect versus the little brat of Tianjian Sect!"

— "Lightning Spiritual Root versus Mixed Spiritual Root!"

—"Early Foundation Establishment Stage vs. Late Qi Refining Stage!"

"Robes against commoners!"

—"Lightning-struck wooden sword versus ordinary wooden sword!"

"The difference is just too big!"

"If that little brat from the Heavenly Sword Sect can withstand three moves, he'll win!"

The senior brothers and sisters of Qingyun Sect cheered from below the stage.

"Junior Sister! Take her down in one move!"

"Let her run. The ring is only so big, let's see where she can run."

"Junior sister, teach her a lesson!"

Shangguan Haitang walked onto the stage, looked at me, and had a smug smile in her eyes.

She was wearing a brand-new light purple robe, embroidered with silver lightning patterns that shimmered in the sunlight.

Her hair was combed meticulously, her hairpin was made of spirit jade, her earrings were made of spirit pearls, and even her fingernails were painted with light pink spirit lacquer.

He held a thousand-year-old lightning-struck wooden sword in his hand, its blade gleaming with a faint purple light.

A Thunder Spirit Pearl is inlaid on the hilt of the sword, and that pearl is worth hundreds of high-grade spirit stones.

(My brother sold it to her.)

In short, from head to toe, it screams one word: expensive.

I looked down at myself.

The ordinary pink cloth shirt, worn for half a year, has faded a bit after washing.

There's a small patch on the cuff; it got torn by accident during my last sword practice.

This was bought for me by my fellow students when we first set up a stall together, so I can't bear to throw it away.

Murong Zhuo sewed it up for me, and the stitches were very neat.

She had two little tufts of hair on her head, tied with a flower vine that she had casually picked from the roadside near Suning.

He held a simple wooden sword in his hand, which Yan Chuan had casually whittled while chopping wood.

From head to toe, it all screams one word: poor.

The audience also started making comparisons.

"Look at the junior sister of Qingyun Sect, she's dressed in high-end clothes from head to toe."

"That little brat from the Heavenly Sword Sect... never mind, I don't even want to talk about him."

"There's nothing we can do, the Heavenly Sword Sect is poor."

"They may be poor, but they reached the late stage of Qi Refining at the age of three and a half, even though it was thanks to elixirs."

"Can something obtained through drugs compare to someone with a naturally cultivated Thunder Spirit Root?"

--"that is."

I listened to these discussions without showing any expression.

Shangguan Haitang obviously heard it too, and the smile on her lips widened.

She looked at me, her voice low but every word barbed: "You're really lucky. You've survived until now."

I blinked: "Luck is also a part of ability."

She sneered, "Unfortunately, luck runs out eventually."

The referee gave the whistle.

"start!"

Shangguan Haitang rushed over and slashed at me with her sword.

Lightning flashed, and the sword strikes were fierce.

I ran away again.

But the arena is indeed not very big.

I ran a few steps and reached the edge.

She caught up and slashed down with her sword.

I dodged to the side.

Another sword strike.

I ducked to avoid it.

Another sword strike.

I bent down to avoid it.

She is in a hurry.

He stopped, took out a talisman from his pocket, and slapped it on the ground.

A light curtain rose up, covering half of the arena.

"This is the Heaven-Locking and Primordial-Trapping Talisman!" someone in the audience exclaimed.

—"The Heaven-Locking and Yuan-Trapping Talisman of the Qingyun Sect?"

"Yes, the disciples of wealthy sects are just different."

I'm trapped inside the light curtain; I can't escape.

Shangguan Haitang walked over, carrying a sword, a smile on her lips.

"Run! Why did you stop running?"

I looked at the light screen.

I looked at her again.

Are you sure you want to do it?

She didn't answer.

A sword cleaved down.

This time, they went all out.

The lightning was brighter than ever before, and the sword strikes were fiercer than ever before.

There's no way to survive anymore.

I sighed.

Then~

Draw your sword.

One sword.

A flash of sword light.

Those who were almost off the stage couldn't see clearly.

But the elders and sect leaders in the stands saw it clearly.

Shangguan Haitang flew away.

It wasn't that we took a few steps back.

It flew away.

It crashed into the barrier of the arena.

"boom!!!"

The barrier shattered.

She fell off the stage.

The person wasn't seriously injured; they were protected by the high-level magic robe.

But the robe was torn.

A long tear ran from the neckline to the hem.

The thousand-year-old lightning-struck wooden sword flew out of his hand and stuck into the ground, its hilt still trembling.

The Thunder Spirit Orb rolled to the side and went out.

The entire room fell silent.

It was so quiet you could hear the ants yawning.

Then~~

The whole place erupted.

"What happened?"

"—I didn't see it clearly! A flash of sword light and he was sent flying!!"

"—One sword strike! Only one sword strike?"

"A late-stage Qi Refining expert sent an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator flying with a single sword strike??"

"—And it shattered the barrier??"

"That barrier was set up by the Zen sect! It can't be broken by anyone below the Nascent Soul stage!"

"How did she do that?"

Shangguan Haitang got up from the ground.

Her robes were torn, her hair was disheveled, her hairpin was crooked, and one of her earrings was missing.

She looked at me, her eyes reddening.

"You...you've been pretending all along?"

I blinked. "No. I... really can't beat you right now."

(Yeah, I'm currently in the late stage of Qi Refining, so theoretically I shouldn't be able to beat him.)

Shangguan Haitang: "Then what did you just do...?"

Me: "You forced me to do it."

She choked.

I walked over, picked up her Thunder Spirit Orb, and handed it to her.

"Your beads."

She took the beads, her hands trembling.

"Next time," I said, "don't push so hard. I can't always control my strength."

Her tears finally fell.

I turned and left.

She heard the flustered voices of Qingyun Sect disciples trying to comfort her from behind.

"Don't cry, junior sister."

"That kid was just lucky."

"We'll definitely win next time."

I shook my head.

Good luck?

As long as they're happy.

My fellow students were waiting for me in the audience.

Suning was the first to pick me up and spin me around: "Junior Sister! You're amazing! But... it's beyond the scope of the curriculum!"

Yan Chuan nodded: "One sword! One sword sent the Foundation Establishment stage flying!"

Murong Zhuo: "You even shattered the barrier! That was a Zen Buddhist barrier! You have to pay for it!"

Gu Chenguang pulled out his notebook, his hand trembling, and the words he wrote were crooked:

—Junior Sister's Rookie Team Results:

——First round: chaotic battle, survive and advance.

—Second match: Against Michelin, the God of Cookery, avoid victory.

—Third match: Against the disciples of the Spirit Control Sect, the opponents surrendered.

—Fourth match: Victory against Shangguan Haitang of Qingyun Sect with a single sword strike.

—Note: The arena barrier is broken (compensation issue to be determined), the opponent's robe is damaged (no compensation), the opponent cries (no responsibility).

I leaned closer to look and pointed to the last line: "Sixth Senior Brother, do we need to compensate for the barrier?"

Gu Chenguang looked up at me and said, "The public boundaries of such joint competitions are generally compensated according to conventions, so we should be able to afford it."

He paused and added, "It's alright. If we can't afford to pay it back, Elder Wangji can continue working to pay off the debt."

Me: "...Okay."

In the stands, Elder Wangji sneezed.

Then he was surrounded by the elders of various sects.

The elder of the Food God Sect was the first to speak: "This...is this the Heavenly Sword Sect's new sword technique?"

Elder Wangji remained expressionless: "That's right."

The elder of the Hehuan Sect narrowed his eyes: "Even with a new sword technique, it's impossible to take down a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a single strike using only a wooden sword. And he even shattered the barrier."

Elder Wangji remained calm, as if chanting a sutra: "Little Pin'er is still a body cultivator. She has great strength."

Everyone fell silent.

Body cultivation?

Strong?

This explains...

That seems to make sense?

But something seems off?

Elder Hutu sat to the side, his expression complex.

He glanced at me, then at Shangguan Haitang lying on the floor below the stage.

They didn't say anything.

But that expression was more interesting than anything he said.

Zhou Tongxiao asked skeptically, "Old Wang, tell me honestly, what kind of spiritual root does that little kid have?"

Elder Wangji remained unfazed: "A mixed spiritual root. It was measured by the Qingyun Sect. You can check if you don't believe me."

Zhou Tongxiao didn't believe it: "Can a mixed spiritual root shatter a barrier with a single sword strike?"

Elder Wangji said impatiently, "I already told you, she's strong."

Zhou Tongxiao became anxious: "How strong can you be?"

Elder Wangji grew anxious: "She's a body cultivator. She practices horse stance for an hour every day, runs ten laps around the mountain, and swings her sword a thousand times. You try it?"

Zhou Tongxiao remained silent.

The other elders also fell silent.

A three-and-a-half-year-old who practices horse stance for an hour every day, runs ten laps around the mountain, and swings a sword a thousand times.

What kind of monster is this?

The sect leader of the Food God Sect asked in a low voice, "What does she eat?"

Elder Wangji thought for a moment: "Steamed buns. All kinds of steamed buns. And occasionally, braised pork."

The leader of the Food God Sect remained silent.

It was probably thinking: "Such a good physique, grew up eating steamed buns? What a waste!"

Elder Hutu sat to the side, still silent.

But his complexion grew worse and worse.

Because people nearby were whispering among themselves.

"When Qingyun Sect discovered that she had mixed spiritual roots, they didn't want her."

"And they even sent them to the Heavenly Sword Sect."

"—Now it's all good. Half a year after developing mixed spiritual roots, I reached the late stage of Qi Refining, and with one sword strike, I sent a Foundation Establishment cultivator flying."

"This isn't just missing out on something; it's throwing it away."

—"And then it was given to someone else."

Elder Hutu finally couldn't hold back any longer.

stand up.

gone.

He walked very fast, his sleeves flapping loudly.

As Elder Wangji watched his retreating figure, the smile on his lips was impossible to suppress.

He held back for three seconds.

I couldn't resist.

Laughed.