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

Wei Cangxuan gave one last look around.

"Is there anyone else who wants to speak?"

Still, no one spoke.

"Then I've finished speaking."

He walked back to the front of the Heavenly Sword Sect's ranks.

Xie Qianjue suddenly spoke up: "Wei Cangxuan, you've said so much, but the problem remains unsolved. If something happens to the demons remaining in the cultivation world, who will be responsible?"

Wei Cangxuan looked at him and said, "Then you might as well not live."

Xie Qianjue was taken aback.

Wei Cangxuan: "Even if you live, something might happen to you. So, why don't you just give up on life?"

Xie Qianjue's face looked ashen, as if he had eaten expired medicine.

Wei Cangxuan rolled his eyes: "Nothing's happened yet, and you all insist on assuming something has. Well then, let me make an assumption: if your Qingyun Sect were slaughtered by demonic beasts tomorrow, would you blame the Demon Realm too?"

Xie Qianjue's beard trembled violently, like withered grass being blown by the wind in autumn.

Wei Cangxuan continued: "Young man, remember this..."

Xie Qianjue interrupted him: "I am over a thousand years old."

Wei Cangxuan nodded: "Then you should remember it even more. Don't worry about what to remember, just remember it."

Xie Qianjue: "…………"

The entire room fell silent.

The air seemed to have been sucked out.

No one spoke, no one moved, and even their breathing became quieter.

The leader of the Food God Sect silently put the peanuts into his sleeve (today is not a good day to peel peanuts).

In the end, the Zen abbot stepped in to smooth things over.

"Amitabha. Sect Leader Wei, there must be an explanation for what happened today."

Wei Cangxuan thought for a moment.

"Fine. I'll give you an explanation."

He turned around and looked at the crowd.

"First, the Heavenly Sword Sect will cooperate with the investigation into the massacre of the sect. If it is found that the Demon Realm was behind it, I will personally go to the Demon Lord to demand an explanation. If not…"

He paused.

"Whoever spills the dirty water, should drink it back themselves."

"Secondly, all disciples of my sect, whether human or demon, whoever enters the Heavenly Sword Sect, become members of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Anyone who tries to harm her..."

His oppressive aura was released once again.

This time it's heavier.

"First, ask my sword."

"Although I haven't drawn my sword for hundreds of years, it doesn't mean I can't."

His hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

This time I'm not joking.

That aura sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

Xie Qianjue fell silent.

The other sect leaders also fell silent.

No one spoke.

At this moment, no one wanted to test just how fast that dusty, gray sword really was.

Seeing the atmosphere freeze, the host quickly steered the conversation back to the main topic.

"The matter of the massacre of the sect has not yet been fully investigated. Gentlemen, important matters are at hand."

Someone muttered quietly, "The demon realm is also partly responsible for the monsters' rampage, isn't it?"

Fu Yan stepped forward: "The Demon Realm can assist in the investigation."

Everyone was taken aback.

Fu Yan continued, "But there's a condition."

Someone looked at him warily: "What are the conditions?"

Fu Yan: "Don't pin everything on the Demon Realm."

The host nodded: "Alright. It's settled then."

No one objected.

Because opposing it is useless.

It's better for the demon realm to cooperate with the investigation than to do nothing at all.

Wei Cangxuan stood at the very front of the Heavenly Sword Sect's formation.

His hair was as white as snow, and his back was straight.

Behind him were three elders.

Behind them were six disciples.

Behind me is me.

Wangcai and Laifu were squatting in the square, already dozing off.

Wei Cangxuan turned around and glanced at us.

"Let's go home."

The senior students laughed.

The elders smiled.

I laughed too.

Fu Yan stood to the side, a slight smile playing on his lips.

We walked out of Wanxianmeng Square.

Behind him, disciples from various sects were discussing amongst themselves.

But no one dared to stop them.

Because Wei Cangxuan's sword is not just for show.

…………

Fu Yan ordered the demon general to take Wang Cai and Lai Fu back to the demon realm.

The two sacred beasts were reluctant to leave, their tails wagging like propellers.

Wangcai glanced back at me, and the look in his eyes probably meant: "Girl, call me next time you get into a fight."

I waved at it: "Go back and guard the gate. Don't let strangers into the Demon Palace."

Wangcai wagged its tail and followed the demon general into the portal.

Laifu walked at the back, and when he passed Fuyan, he flicked his tail at him, as if to say: You better come back soon.

The demon generals and their army left with great pomp and circumstance, and in a very elegant manner.

Fu Yan took off his mask and didn't put it back on. He followed us back to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

They flew back on their swords.

He flew at the very front, with a cool posture and great speed.

After all, he's at the Nascent Soul stage, so it's normal for him to be a bit arrogant and domineering.

Throughout the journey, the expressions on the faces of the senior students were quite subtle.

Su Ning couldn't hold back any longer: "Should we call him Fu Yan or Young Master Fu from now on?"

Yan Chuan followed closely behind: "Second Senior Brother or Young Master?"

Murong Zhuo thought for a moment: "So our sword wasn't a gift from the Demon Lord, it was a gift from him, right?"

Gu Chenguang was writing in his notebook, the pages rustling as he wrote:

—The swords given by the Demon Lord correspond perfectly to our respective attributes. This is because the Demon Lord is our second senior brother, and our second senior brother knows us well.

Therefore, the Demon Lord giving a sword is equivalent to the Second Senior Brother giving a sword, which is equivalent to one's own people giving a sword.

—Conclusion: Our swords were given to us by our own people; we owe nothing to outsiders.

I leaned over for a look, and the logic was both bizarre and rigorous, yet also shameless.

Shen Qingchen flew behind, and after a moment of silence, he increased his speed and flew up.

"Second Junior Brother."

Fu Yan turned his head: "Mm."

Shen Qingchen said, "Thank you."

Just two words.

But Fu Yan understood.

He nodded, without saying anything polite or adding "you're welcome."

Two Nascent Soul stage sword cultivators, one in white and one in black, flew side by side in the sky.

The white-clad figures are as white as snow, and the black-clad figures are as black as ink; their robes flutter in the wind, creating a beautiful scene.

But the atmosphere was a little awkward.

It's like two exes who broke up years ago suddenly meeting at a class reunion, wanting to say something but not knowing where to begin.

I thought to myself: This is probably what friendship between men is like.

Even though they understand everything in their hearts, they just won't say it.

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Finally, the gates of the Heavenly Sword Sect came into view.

The new mountain gate.

A proper mountain gate.

The last time Gongshu Pavilion was renovated, it was very impressive.

Two large stone pillars, with the three characters "Heavenly Sword Sect" carved on them.

The two stone lions at the entrance, though not alive, still look quite fierce.

Suddenly, a white dog rushed out of the door, wagging its tail.

No, it's not a dog.

It's a small Flame Mastiff.

We brought back that monster cub from the Demon Realm's trading district. It usually guards the gate, tends the fire, and scares passersby.

It circled me three times, then went to smell Fu Yan's trouser leg.

Fu Yan squatted down and patted its head: "You've grown so big."

Wei Cangxuan looked down at the little Flame Hound.

He looked up again at the three large characters "Heavenly Sword Sect" carved on the mountain wall by the founder—yes, it was the founder's handwriting.

He glanced again at the two stone lions crouching at the entrance—the kind that don't move.

Then I looked again at the newly built council hall on the distant mountaintop—magnificent and resplendent, its green tiles quietly bathed in sunlight.

He glanced again at the alchemy room halfway up the mountain, where smoke was billowing from the chimney, as if someone was cooking at home.

He murmured, "This is...our sect?"

Elder Wen Zhiya nodded: "Yes."

Wei Cangxuan remained silent.

Then he turned to the three elders, his expression as serious as if he were conducting an interrogation: "I haven't returned for fifty years, and you've sold out the sect?"

The three elders: "…………"

Wen Zhiya opened his mouth: "Sect Master, we..."

Jing Yuan replied, "We didn't sell them..."

Wangji concluded, "It was ore given by Fuyan."

Wei Cangxuan looked at Fu Yan: "Mining is that profitable?"

Fu Yan curled his lips into a smile: "Not bad."

Wei Cangxuan didn't ask any more questions.

Asking too many questions about certain things is bad for your heart.