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

Xie Qianjue sneered, "Good that you admit it. What are the demons' intentions in infiltrating the cultivation world's sects?"

"Are you trying to steal secrets from the cultivation world?"

He paused, then took a step closer.

"Were those massacres of sects committed by you, or by the demon realm behind you?"

The elders and fellow disciples rushed forward to protect them.

Elder Wangji blocked my way: "Whether she is a demon or a human, she is a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Anyone who wants to harm her will have to ask my broom first."

Elder Wen Zhiya: "Without any evidence, you dare to slander my sect's disciples?"

Elder Jingyuan: "Xie Qianjue, bullying a three-year-old child, have you no shame?"

The senior brothers all drew their swords in unison.

Five swords, five spiritual attributes, five sword lights.

Although I can't beat the big shots here, I can't lose in terms of momentum.

Su Ning stood in front of me, saying, "We'll protect our junior sister from the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Yan Chuan gripped his sword tightly: "If anyone says another bad word about Junior Sister, I'll fight them to the death!"

Murong Zhuo sneered: "Your Qingyun Sect rejected your junior sister back then, and now you have the nerve to judge her?"

Gu Chenguang opened the notebook, his voice as cold as ice: "According to the Covenant of the Myriad Immortals, accusations cannot be made without evidence. Do you have any evidence to prove that Junior Sister controlled those demonic beasts?"

The entire room fell silent.

Nobody has any evidence.

I peeked out from behind my senior classmates.

Looking at Xie Qianjue and those high and mighty sect leaders and elders, his voice was not loud, but very clear.

"First of all, I really didn't do this."

I counted on my fingers.

"Secondly, I do indeed have a Chaos Spiritual Root, but that's because I'm too outstanding. You can't just say I did it because I'm too outstanding."

Everyone: "…………"

"Third, although I am a demon, I am only three and a half years old and have not yet learned to control magical beasts. Demon children start learning to tame beasts at the age of six. You can ask around and you'll find out."

No one spoke.

"Fourth, the demonic beasts are only afraid of me because I possess the aura of a demon lord and a sacred beast. But I cannot control them. Just as people are naturally afraid of tigers, tigers cannot control people."

Still, no one spoke.

Fifth, I won't take the blame for this.

Everyone: "…………"

The hall was quiet for a moment.

Then the arguing started again.

"What she said... seems to make some sense?"

"What logic is there? She's a demon! You can't trust demons!"

"But she's only three and a half years old..."

"What's wrong with being three and a half? Does that mean a three-and-a-half-year-old can't be a spy?"

"Your spy is three and a half years old? What can a three-and-a-half-year-old do? Steal your cafeteria's steamed bun recipe?"

"But she was only three years old and could not only communicate with demonic beasts, she was also at the Golden Core stage. Have you ever seen a three-and-a-half-year-old at the Golden Core stage?"

"...Never seen it before."

"Yeah, who knows if she's faking it?"

The calls for condemnation grew increasingly fierce.

I sighed.

These people are more troublesome than the winds of Blackwind Valley.

Xie Qianjue spoke again, his voice as cold as a knife.

"Even so, your demonic identity has been exposed, and the Heavenly Sword Sect can no longer keep you. According to the Covenant of the Myriad Immortals Alliance, demonic disciples are not allowed to enter sects in the cultivation world."

Wen Zhiya took a step forward, his voice even colder than his.

"The fate of the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect is decided by the Heavenly Sword Sect itself. Elder Xie need not worry about it."

Elder Jingyuan also stepped forward, his beard and hair standing on end.

"When did it become the Qingyun Sect's place to govern the disciples of my Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Elder Wangji followed.

"The Heavenly Sword Sect shall handle its own affairs."

My fellow students stood in front of me in a row.

A row.

Five.

Like a wall.

I stood behind them, watching their backs.

My eyes feel a little hot.

Elder Xie persisted, "Your Heavenly Sword Sect is protecting her so much; it's clear you're colluding with the Demon Realm."

Elder Wangji turned to look at him, his gaze calm.

"Collusion? What does collusion mean?"

"From the moment we joined the Heavenly Sword Sect until now, we have never harmed a single person or injured an innocent one."

"She helped your Qingyun Sect members repel the demonic beasts and saved your lives. Now you turn around and bite her back—is that what you call righteousness?"

Elder Hutu's face turned ashen: "She's a demon! A demon is a demon! Good and evil cannot coexist!"

Wen Zhiya scoffed, "Good and evil cannot coexist? Then why don't you say that your Qingyun Sect can't coexist when you buy ores from the Demon Realm? Half of the Netherworld Profound Iron swords you use were bought from the Demon Realm's trading district, right?"

Elder Hutu choked.

Elder Jingyuan added, "Exactly. You criticize the Demon Realm while buying its products. Where is the face of your Qingyun Sect?"

Chaos reigned in the main hall.

The leaders of the various sects whispered among themselves, discussing the matter animatedly.

Some people think that the Heavenly Sword Sect is right.

Some people think Qingyun Sect is right.

Some people were just watching the show, like the leader of the Food God Sect, who was actually peeling peanuts.

Just then, someone rushed in.

"Report! The young master of the Demon Realm has arrived!"

The entire room fell silent.

It was so quiet you could hear the Food God Sect Master shelling peanuts.

Everyone looked at each other.

"—The young master of the Demon Realm? What's he doing here?"

—"Here to challenge us?"

"Have they come to declare war?"

The Zen master pondered for a moment, then stood up.

"Everyone, let's go take a look."

So everyone went outside.

Wanxianmeng Square.

The Zen master raised his hand and removed the protective barrier.

A crack appeared in the air, revealing the dark red sky of the Demon Realm on the other side.

The crack grew wider and wider, as if someone had cut a slit in a piece of cloth with a pair of scissors.

Then Fu Yan emerged from the crack.

Dressed in black with a silver mask, his gait was languid, as if he were strolling through a back garden.

He was followed by four powerful demon generals.

Their imposing presence was overwhelming. Each of them possessed a profound aura, like four moving mountains, and they were estimated to be at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

Behind them were several hundred demon soldiers.

They were all dressed in black, with an overwhelming aura, and were estimated to be at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

Finally~~

Two stone lions also emerged from the crack.

A living stone lion.

Descendants of Bai Ze.

They walked out with elegant steps, each step carrying an imposing pressure that made one's legs go weak.

Cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage were already trembling.

Some Golden Core stage disciples turned pale and needed to be supported by those around them to stand.

All the spirit beasts present also lay down on the ground.

Including the pink pig from the Yuling Sect, which woke up for the first time and trembled like a sieve.

Then~~

Those two sacred beasts saw me.

The one on the left almost wagged its tail.

The one on the right almost rushed over and licked me.

Fortunately, they realized what was happening.

Withdraw your imposing aura, retract your tongue, and hold your tail down.

They obediently stood behind Fu Yan, reverting to their original forms as two stone statues.

The entire audience erupted in cheers again.

"—It really is a sacred beast!"

—"A legendary beast that lives on in legends!"

"How did you end up in the Demon Realm?"

"It even seems to be wagging its tail?"

My brother rolled his eyes.

The way he rolled his eyes was so bad you could see it even through the mask.

"The sacred beast has been guarding the gates of the Demon Palace in the Demon Realm for five thousand years. What's so strange about that?"

Everyone: "..."

Five thousand?

It is older than the ancestors of most people present.

Guarding the gate?

The sect leader of the Yuling Sect twitched his face.

The face of the Lingqi Sect Master twitched slightly.

The two drew their swords at the exact same angle; after all, they were once Daoist partners, and their tacit understanding remained.

The elders from other sects didn't look too happy.

It was a kind of breakdown, like "You're using the things we dream of to guard the gate."

It's like... the treasures you enshrine on the altar, which others use to prop up table legs.

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

The Zen abbot took a deep breath and stepped forward.

First, recite the scriptures.

This is the rule: no matter how urgent the matter, recite the scriptures first.

I vaguely heard a few phrases interspersed in the scripture: "So many things to do today," "So annoying," "Why am I the one presiding over it again?"...

After he finished reading, he looked at Fu Yan.

"Why has the young master of the Demon Realm made such a grand display today?"

Xie Qianjue narrowed his eyes: "Bringing so many people to trespass into the Myriad Immortals Alliance, do you intend to tear up the treaty and restart the war?"