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

Xie Qianjue raised his hand to stop the argument.

"In other words, she can indeed communicate with spirit beasts."

A disciple from the Qingyun Sect stepped forward: "That's right! Last time in the Illusionary Beast Ruins, when we were being chased by a high-level three-headed Azure Flame Lion, it was she who persuaded the three-headed Azure Flame Lion to retreat!"

The senior students were so angry that their faces turned green.

Su Ning cursed, "How dare you say that? Our junior sister helped you persuade the demonic beasts to retreat, and this is how you repay kindness with enmity?"

Yan Chuan chimed in, "You ungrateful wretch! If it weren't for Junior Sister, you would have been burned to ashes long ago!"

Murong Zhuo blinked her charming eyes, but her tone was anything but gentle: "Now you're turning around and biting us?"

Gu Chenguang flipped through the notebook, his hands trembling: "According to Article 138 of the Record of Gratitude and Grudges in the Cultivation World, a life-saving grace should be repaid with a spring of gratitude. What you've done isn't a spring of gratitude, it's a flood!"

The Qingyun Sect disciple shrank back and whispered, "We paid...and also gave them top-grade pills...we're even..."

The senior students were even angrier.

But no way.

They did give money.

Now, all the clues point to me.

Mixed spiritual roots, late stage of Qi refining in half a year - abnormal.

Defeating an opponent of a higher level is abnormal.

The spirit beast is afraid of me—that's not normal.

The ability to deter high-level monsters is even more abnormal.

It's hard not to have doubts.

Shangguan Haitang suggested, "How about we retest the spiritual root?"

Her eyes were red, but her tone was firm.

The sect leaders of the other sects shook their heads: "No need for such trouble. We'll know soon enough by investigating."

Several big shots stood up and walked towards me.

The three elders immediately blocked my way.

Elder Wen Zhiya's voice was cold: "Do you think you can just pry into the disciples of my Heavenly Sword Sect as you please?"

Elder Jingyuan: "How can we allow outsiders to bully the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Elder Wangji didn't speak, but for the first time, a murderous glint appeared in his eyes.

My fellow students also stood in front of me to protect me.

Suning opened his arms wide: "No way!"

Yan Chuan gripped the sword hilt tightly: "No one is allowed to touch Junior Sister!"

Murong Zhuo withdrew his charming eyes, his gaze turning cold: "If you want to touch her, you'll have to get past us first."

Gu Chenguang closed his notebook and stood at the front.

Shen Qingchen didn't speak, but his sword was already three inches out of its sheath.

The atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bow.

It could be interrupted at any time.

The Zen master stood up and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

Then he walked up to me.

He squatted down and looked me in the eye.

He recited another passage of scripture.

He then asked:

"Young benefactor, I have a question for you. Answer truthfully."

I nodded.

"Were you the one undergoing tribulation in the Demon Realm that day?"

I thought about it.

He looked at the elders.

I looked at my senior classmates.

He then glanced at the powerful figures who were eyeing him menacingly throughout the hall.

Then he nodded.

"Yes."

The main hall erupted in chaos.

"—It really is a Chaos Spiritual Root!"

"No wonder they tested for five spiritual roots! It turns out it wasn't five spiritual roots, but rather the unification of the five elements!"

"I knew this kid was something! I could tell during the Grand Tournament!"

"So that's why he was so secretive—he was afraid of revealing his cultivation level!"

"No wonder she defeated the Thunder Spirit Root with a single sword strike! What's her cultivation level? Heavens, could she really be at the Golden Core stage?"

"Good heavens, a three-and-a-half-year-old with a Golden Core... Who would believe it if she didn't admit it herself!"

After the argument ended, someone else asked, "So how do you control the monsters?"

I thought about it and decided to tell the truth about part of it.

"I didn't control them; they were just afraid of me. Perhaps... I have the aura of a sacred beast on me?"

The crowd erupted in uproar again.

"What??"

—"A sacred beast??"

"This little kid has seen a sacred beast before??"

"Sacred beasts only exist in legends! Not even the Spirit Control Sect or the Spirit Contract Sect possess them!!"

Obviously, no one believed it.

Elder Wangji spoke up: "I saw it with my own eyes. There were two descendants of Bai Ze squatting at the entrance of the Demon Palace."

Now, everyone's anger turned towards Elder Wangji.

"Great! We've even been to the Demon Palace!"

"—You, an elder of one of the five major sects in the cultivation world, what are you planning to do at the Demon Palace?"

"—And they still say they haven't colluded with the demon realm!"

"What deal did you make with the Demon Lord?"

Elder Wangji sighed.

That sigh was long and deep, as if it were trying to express all the helplessness of the past eight hundred years.

He could only tell the truth.

"I only wanted to use the Demon Realm to undergo my tribulation, and conceal the fact that my Chaos Spiritual Root came from the Heavenly Sword Sect."

"After all, with the emergence of the Chaos Spiritual Root, a fierce battle among the various sects is inevitable!"

He looked at everyone with an open and honest gaze.

"But I swear, I have no dealings with the demon realm!"

"When the Demon Lord saw the Chaos Spiritual Root undergoing its tribulation in his territory, he assumed a genius had emerged from the Demon Realm and summoned Xiao Pin'er. Isn't that normal?"

"We only waited at the entrance; we didn't even get to see the Demon Lord's face."

Everyone looked at each other.

"That seems... plausible?"

"What a load of rubbish! You would send your disciple to the Demon Realm to undergo tribulation just to prevent others from stealing them?"

"If it's a chaotic spiritual root... I will."

— "…………"

"Wait a minute, a group of cultivators went to the Demon Realm to undergo their tribulations, even alarming the Demon Lord, and managed to escape unscathed?"

"Oh right, I've seen her in the Demon Realm. Could the Demon Lord really release a cultivator with a chaotic spiritual root from the cultivation world?"

"Could it be... that she truly possesses the chaotic spiritual root of the demon race?"

Xie Qianjue sneered: "We'll know once we check if there's any demonic energy in their bodies."

I sighed.

Can't hide it.

"No need to investigate anymore. I admit it."

The hall fell silent.

The senior students were all petrified.

Suning's mouth was open.

Yan Chuan stared wide-eyed.

Murong Zhuo's peach blossom eyes stopped blinking.

Gu Chenguang's notebook fell to the ground, but he didn't pick it up.

Shen Qingchen's hand stopped on the hilt of the sword.

Only the three elders remained calm.

They were as calm as three Buddha statues.

I looked at them: "Elders, aren't you surprised?"

Elder Wen Zhiya spoke up: "I checked the area the day I gave you the talisman. There was indeed demonic energy, but not strong. At the time, I thought it was normal for a Chaos Spiritual Root to be able to absorb demonic energy."

Elder Jingyuan nodded: "At the time, I didn't think you were a demon. It was only after you went to the Demon Realm to undergo your tribulation and heard about how much the Demon Lord valued you that I confirmed it."

Elder Wangji added, "With the Demon Lord's cultivation level, even if he had taken the Demon Qi Pill, he could still tell whether you were a demon or not. The fact that he didn't suspect anything proves that you are indeed a demon. That's why he takes it so seriously."

I was silent.

It turns out the three elders already knew.

They just haven't said it yet.

The senior students also fell silent.

Then Su Ning spoke first: "Junior Sister, so what if you're from the Demon Clan? You're still my junior sister, and that won't change."

Yan Chuan chimed in, "Yes, me too."

Murong Zhuo held his sword and slightly raised his chin: "The sect leader said that the Heavenly Sword Sect does not ask about the origins of its disciples."

Gu Chenguang bent down to pick up the notebook and dusted it off: "My notebook contains so many things about you, I won't throw it away just because you're a demon."

Shen Qingchen didn't say anything, but he put his hand on my shoulder.

It's very light.

Very stable.