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

Chapter 81 Heavenly Sword Sect Family Portrait

Fifth stop: the cafeteria.

It was built on the mountainside of a side peak.

The stove, personally supervised by Yan Chuan, had a Netherworld Iron Pot placed right in the center, larger than a person.

Wei Cangxuan: "Where did this pot come from?"

Yan Chuan: "Bought from the Demon Realm. It's made of Netherworld Black Iron. It conducts heat evenly and doesn't stick or burn."

Wei Cangxuan remained silent for a moment.

"Hmm. That's good. The pot is more expensive than my sword."

Yan Chuan didn't respond.

Because it's unavailable.

Wei Cangxuan stared at the pot for a long time before finally losing his composure.

"When I took over as sect leader," he said, "the Heavenly Sword Sect consisted of only three dilapidated houses, a broken sword, and a leaky cave."

He took a deep breath.

"Now we have a gate, a main hall, a spiritual field in the back mountain, an alchemy room, and a dining hall."

His eyes reddened.

"And there are sacred beasts guarding the gate."

We stood to the side, and no one spoke.

After a long while, Wei Cangxuan turned around and looked at us.

"Okay," he said.

He said it with a smile.

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night.

canteen.

Yan Chuan used that Netherworld Iron Pot to cook a large table of dishes.

Spirit rice, spirit beast meat, spirit fruit salad, stir-fried eggs with ghost peppers, and a pot of spirit beast bone soup.

Everyone sat together.

Sect Master Wei Cangxuan sat in the main seat.

The three elders, Wen Zhiya, Jingyuan, and Wangji, sat on the right.

Senior Brother Shen Qingchen sat in the first seat on the left.

Second Senior Brother Fu Yan sat second from the left.

The third senior brother Su Ning, the fourth senior brother Yan Chuan, the fifth senior brother Murong Zhuo, and the sixth senior brother Gu Chenguang were lined up in order.

I sit at the very end because I am the youngest.

The little Flame Mastiff squatted at my feet, staring longingly at the dishes on the table.

I picked up a piece of meat for it, and it swallowed it whole, then continued to stare longingly at me.

Wei Cangxuan raised his cup.

"Today, everyone is finally here."

Everyone raised their glasses.

"This is the first time since the founding of the Heavenly Sword Sect," Wei Cangxuan said, "that everyone has sat down to eat together."

He looked around.

"I've been wandering for fifty years, and when I returned, I found the sect had changed. It had become better. It had grown bigger. It had become richer."

He paused.

But one thing hasn't changed.

Everyone looked at him.

"There are still so few people."

Everyone laughed.

Wei Cangxuan also smiled.

"But it's okay," he said. "We're outnumbered, but we can fight. We're outnumbered, but we're united. We're outnumbered, but..."

He looked at Fu Yan, then at me.

"But everything we found were treasures."

Fu Yan raised his cup: "Sect Leader, this is a toast to you."

Wei Cangxuan clinked glasses with him.

"Jingtian Sword Sect".

The crowd chanted in unison, "Respect the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

That night, all the dishes that Yan Chuan cooked were eaten clean.

After finishing his meal, Wei Cangxuan stood up.

"I'll go check out the cave."

The elders exchanged a glance, their expressions subtle.

Elder Wen Zhiya coughed, "Sect Master, your return is quite sudden..."

Elder Jingyuan continued, "The spirit bird hasn't migrated out yet."

Elder Wangji added, "Besides, they're currently incubating their eggs. Rushing them now wouldn't be very humane..."

Wei Cangxuan remained silent for a moment.

"Then where will I sleep?"

Elder Wen Zhiya thought for a moment: "The council hall?"

Elder Jingyuan: "The library?"

Elder Wangji: "The alchemy room? The alchemy room has underfloor heating, it's warm. Jingyuan often naps in there."

Elder Jingyuan glared at him: "That was cultivation! Not a nap!"

Wei Cangxuan remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned and walked toward the council hall.

Elder Wangji called out to him, "Sect Leader, you can sleep on the floor. Two monk's robes will suffice!"

Wei Cangxuan didn't even turn his head: "No need, I'll sleep on the table."

Thus, the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a powerful cultivator in the Integration Stage, is one of the top combat forces in the cultivation world.

I'll be sleeping on the table in the council chamber tonight.

When I passed by, I saw him lying on the table with his hands crossed over his abdomen, looking as peaceful as if he were sleeping in a coffin.

I squatted on the threshold and watched him for a while.

"Sect Master, are you cold?"

He opened his eyes: "I'm not cold."

Are you hungry?

I'm not hungry.

"Would you like me to get you a blanket?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "...Take it."

I went to Gu Chenguang and asked him for a blanket.

It was made from a monk's robe that Elder Wangji had collected before; it was gray and embroidered with the character "Zen".

Wei Cangxuan took the quilt and looked at the character "Zen".

"In my entire life, I never imagined that I would be covered with a Zen quilt and sleeping on the table of my own sect."

He paused.

"It's still the table in the council hall."

I squatted down beside him, resting my chin on my hand as I looked at him: "Don't you feel a little embarrassed?"

He thought for a moment: "...A little."

Me: "Shall I tell you a joke?"

"speak."

"My dad even brags about wearing new underwear in the demon realm."

Wei Cangxuan was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"Alright," he said. "Not the best, but not the worst either."

He pulled the blanket over himself and closed his eyes.

Goodnight, little girl.

Good night, Sect Master.

I stood up, took a few steps outside, and then turned back.

Moonlight streamed in through the windows of the main hall, illuminating Wei Cangxuan.

His white hair was as white as snow, and his monk's robe was as white as ash.

A powerful cultivator at the Integration Stage, and the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the head of the Five Great Sects.

He slept on the table in his own council chamber.

They were covered with blankets from another temple.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

He quickly covered his mouth and slipped away.

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He returned to his cave.

A person was sitting on the swing.

Fu Yan, my brother.

He wasn't wearing a mask; the moonlight illuminated his face, revealing his distinct features. He looked about five-tenths like me.

The other five parts resemble his father.

"This swing is nice," he said.

I walked over and squeezed onto the swing.

The swing was small and was originally meant for me to sit on alone. It would be a bit cramped for two people to squeeze together, but I didn't care.

Fu Yan moved aside, making room for me.

"My fifth senior brother made it," I said. "He said girls should have a swing."

He looked at the flowers at the entrance of the cave: "Are these also?"

I nodded: "Yes. My senior brothers are all good people. They've been very kind to me."

Fu Yan didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

The swing swayed gently.

A mountain breeze blew by, carrying the scent of freshly turned soil from the spiritual fields behind the mountain.

"Aren't you surprised today?" he asked.

I shook my head: "I knew it."

He turned to look at me: "When?"

I counted on my fingers:

"Fu Yan, Young Master Fu. The names match."

"They're all in the late Golden Core stage. They're all mining. They're all sword cultivators."

"When I first joined the sect, my senior brothers said that you had been mining for three years, which coincided with the time I was born."

Fu Yan smiled: "As expected of my sister."

I looked at him: "You said before that once the construction of the Demon Realm was basically completed, you would come to the Immortal Cultivation Realm to keep me company. So this is how you do it: you just stopped pretending."

He leaned against the swing rope and looked up at the moon.

"I'm not pretending anymore. Anyway, the sect leader already knew I was a demon."

I tilted my head: "Does the sect leader know?"

"Yes. He could tell from the very first day he took me in," Fu Yan said. "He said he never looked at people's status when taking in disciples. He told me to stay in the Heavenly Sword Sect with peace of mind."

I froze for a moment.

Then he laughed.

The sect leader is a really interesting person.

I asked him again, "Brother, you went back to the Demon Realm because of me, right?"

Fu Yan paused for a moment.

"almost."

"It's also because the Demon Realm is too poor. Father doesn't know how to manage it or how to build it. If we don't go back to help him, he'll sell the Demon Palace."

He paused.

"I'm afraid you won't even have enough to eat for porridge."

My nose suddenly felt a little sore.

"Brother, thank you."

He didn't say anything, but reached out and ruffled my hair.

The hands were cold, but very light.

"So you're not going back to the Demon Realm anymore?"

"I need to go back occasionally."

I nodded: "We have to go back. Otherwise, Dad, who's illiterate, won't even know how to buy underwear."

Fu Yan's lips twitched.

I asked again, "How much longer will Mother be in seclusion?"

"It should be soon." Fu Yan looked into the distance. "She's very capable; she'll definitely succeed in her promotion."