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

He squatted down and began to examine the little Flame Mastiff closely.

The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

I looked at it again and again, looked closer, turned it over to look at it, pried open its mouth to look at the teeth, and parted the fur to look at the skin.

"This magical beast... why is it white? It doesn't look like a normal magical beast."

Suning quickly replied, "We bought it for 500 mid-grade items in the Demon Realm Trade Zone."

Fu Yan coughed.

That cough was somewhat subtle.

Su Ning looked at him: "Second Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

Fu Yan hesitated, then said, "Third Junior Brother, actually... it's not an ordinary magical beast."

Su Ning was taken aback: "Oh. It's definitely not an ordinary magical beast. The boss said it's a mutated white one, so he's selling it to us cheaply. The original price was eight hundred, and we bargained for ages."

Fu Yan took a deep breath: "It's not a mutation either."

Su Ning blinked: "Huh?"

Fu Yan glanced at Wei Cangxuan.

Cang Xuan raised an eyebrow.

Fu Yan took a deep breath: "It is the offspring of Wangcai and Laifu."

The entire room fell silent.

A gust of wind blew through the mountain gate, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

Su Ning's voice cracked: "Wangcai and Laifu?? Those two sacred beasts??"

Fu Yan nodded.

Yan Chuan: "Goodness."

Murong Zhuo: "Good heavens."

Gu Chenguang: "Good heavens."

Shen Qingchen: "...Good heavens."

I leaned closer and asked, "Brother, Wangcai and Laifu had babies? Aren't they supposed to be guards? How can they be having sex while on duty?"

Fu Yan nodded, expressionless: "Yes. Last time, Lai Fu ran away from home for three months to give birth, and brought the baby back with her."

I blinked. "So this is what Wangcai and Laifu looked like when they were little! Will it grow up to be as big as its parents, like half a mountain?"

Fu Yan: "Mm."

Me: "Oh~~"

The stone lions are so big.

One pot isn't enough to cook it all.

Elder Wen Zhiya squatted down and examined the little Flame Hound again, his expression as complicated as if he had been given a bowl of spoiled herbal soup.

"No wonder... I've trained so many magical beasts at the Spirit Control Sect, but I always felt that this one was different. I can't quite put my finger on it, it's just different."

Elder Jingyuan nodded: "No wonder it's so smart. When I'm refining pills, it knows to stay away, unlike other magical beasts that pounce on the furnace."

Elder Wangji chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha. No wonder it has such Buddha-nature. Yesterday it even meditated with me for a quarter of an hour before falling asleep."

I wondered: Is it possible that it doesn't have Buddha-nature, but is just tired?

But he didn't say it aloud.

Wei Cangxuan threw his head back and laughed loudly.

The laughter shook the mountainside and made the little Flame Mastiff's ears stand up.

After laughing, he looked at Fu Yan with satisfaction in his eyes, as if he had found a mountain of spiritual minerals.

"Good! Good! If those old fogies knew that the Heavenly Sword Sect also had a sacred beast guarding its gates, they'd probably..."

"Sect Master," I interrupted him, "may I ask another question?"

"ask."

"Will raising a baby mythical beast be very expensive?"

Wei Cangxuan's smile froze.

Everyone looked at Fu Yan.

Fu Yan thought for a moment and gave an answer that broke everyone's hearts: "Before I come of age, I will."

I pressed further: "Spends more money than me?"

Fu Yan thought about it again, his expression as if he were calculating a very complicated account.

The final answer was: "More or less."

Everyone: "…………"

Those three words were like three knives, piercing the hearts of everyone in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Wei Cangxuan's smile vanished completely.

He stood up, looked at the little Flame Hound, then at me, then at Fu Yan, then at the three elders and five disciples.

"So," his voice was hoarse, "our sect now has two gold-devouring beasts?"

Elder Wangji corrected, "Three. Sect Master, you can eat quite a lot too."

Elder Jingyuan added, "You can eat twenty steamed buns in one sitting."

Elder Wen Zhiya added, "Ten more than Xiao Pin'er."

Wei Cangxuan: "…………"

The conversation just couldn't continue.

Gu Chenguang silently opened the notebook and added a line to the page on "Sect Expenses":

—New expenditure item: Raising expenses for Sacred Beast cubs

--Budget:???

—Note: Hopefully it can earn it back on its own when it grows up.

—Additional note: It is recommended to plan your career in advance, such as becoming a mount, a guard, or a mascot beast.

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Everyone began to introduce the changes in the Heavenly Sword Sect to the sect leader one by one.

Our first stop: the council chamber.

Wei Cangxuan stood at the entrance, looking up at the grand hall that could accommodate a thousand people, and remained silent for a long time.

"Is this the council hall?"

Elder Wangji nodded: "That's right."

How many people can it hold?

"A thousand people."

Wei Cangxuan was silent for a while: "In the past, when we had meetings, seven of us would squat on a rock."

Elder Wangji remained silent.

But that expression clearly said: the past is the past, the present is the present.

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The second stop was the Lingtian Mountain behind the mountain.

Elder Wen Zhiya stood on the edge of the field, pointing at the lush green spiritual field, his voice trembling.

"Sect Master, this is our own spiritual field."

"This is a 300-year-old ice crystal mist lotus."

"This is a 500-year-old fire spirit mushroom."

"This is a thousand-year-old spirit peach."

"This is……"

Wei Cangxuan interrupted him: "Then why is it so small?"

Wen Zhiya paused for a moment: "...Because it was only planted half a month ago."

Wei Cangxuan looked at the seedlings, which were only as tall as a finger, and remained silent for a long time.

"So, a 300-year-old seedling was only planted half a month ago?"

"……yes."

Wei Cangxuan remained silent.

Elder Wen Zhiya quickly added, "But at least we have our own spirit fields now! We can grow spirit herbs! We don't need to steal from the Spirit Control Sect anymore... we don't need to borrow from the Spirit Control Sect!"

Wei Cangxuan glanced at him.

The meaning behind that glance was: Did you mean to say "steal" just now?

Wen Zhiya pretended not to see it.

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The third stop: the alchemy room.

It was built on the back of the mountain, far away from the other peaks.

The house is very sturdy, the formation is very sturdy, and the alchemy furnace is very sturdy.

There was also a circle of spiritual herbs planted around it, which had just sprouted and were tender and green.

Elder Jingyuan stood at the entrance of the alchemy room, his back straighter than a sword.

"Sect Master, this is our own alchemy room! We can refine pills now! We don't need to steal from the Qingyun Sect anymore!"

He spoke the word "steal" in a loud and clear voice, without any hesitation.

Wei Cangxuan walked into the alchemy room, looked at the pitch-black alchemy furnace, the complex defensive formations around it, and then at Jing Yuan's smug face.

"Has it been fried?"

Jing Yuan was taken aback: "...The roof was blown up once. But the alchemy furnace was fine, and the house was fine too."

Wei Cangxuan nodded: "That's alright."

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The fourth stop was the library.

The two-story building occupies 200 square meters and is filled with neatly arranged bookshelves.

Wei Cangxuan walked in, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, quite a few books."

He walked to the nearest bookshelf and randomly pulled out a book. He glanced at the cover, and his expression froze.

The Overbearing Sword Saint Falls in Love with Me.

He pulled out another book.

Rebirth: I Became a Big Shot in the Cultivation World

Draw another one.

The Overbearing Demon Lord's Forced Love.

I picked up another book.

"The Demon Lord and the Mysterious Female Cultivator's Century-Old Underground Romance"

The last one.

The Contract Bride of the Iceberg Demon General.

Wei Cangxuan held the stack of books and turned to look at Gu Chenguang.

"Gu Chenguang".

"exist."

"Did you put these here?"

"Yes."

"This is what they put in the sect's library?"

"A library can't be without books," Gu Chenguang said matter-of-factly. "But the sect only has sword manuals. The sword manuals don't fill two floors. So the disciples paid out of their own pockets to supplement it with some... extracurricular reading materials."

Wei Cangxuan remained silent for a long time.

Then I gently put the books back on the shelf one by one.

"Next time you buy," he said, "please bring back two for me."

Gu Chenguang was taken aback: "What type does the Sect Master like?"

Wei Cangxuan thought for a moment: "The cultivation world is fine, the demon world is fine, the mortal world is fine. The best is... the kind where lovers are finally united."

He paused, then added, "It can't be cruel; I can't bear to see it."

Gu Chenguang took out his notebook and carefully wrote it down: "Disciple has noted it down."

—The sect leader's preference: May lovers be united in the end.

—Note: The sect leader appears tough on the surface, but is soft on the inside.

When Wei Cangxuan walked out of the library, his expression remained serious, but I saw the corner of his mouth curve slightly.