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

He began to talk about what happened three and a half years ago.

"When your mother was pregnant with you, she rarely returned to Qingyun Sect. She handed over most of the affairs to the elders and hid in the mortal realm to take care of her pregnancy."

"Dad stayed with her, never leaving her side."

"They were all very happy during that time."

"Dad would cook different dishes for Mom every day, and Mom would take walks in the yard every day with her pregnant belly, with Dad following behind like a follower."

I interrupted, "Wait a minute, doesn't Dad not know how to cook?"

Fu Yan: "Yes, he made a paste."

"Various kinds of porridge: spirit rice porridge, spirit wheat porridge, mixed grain porridge, wild vegetable porridge..."

"I tried making it in different ways, but it was all just a paste."

I imagined that scene.

Dad, wearing an apron and carrying a bowl of porridge, followed behind Mom.

...It's unbearable to look at.

"And then?"

"Later..." Fu Yan's voice lowered, "On the day your mother gave birth to you, she had a difficult labor."

I was stunned.

"Father is frantic. He's brought all the midwives, healers, and alchemists from within a hundred miles."

"But at the critical moment, Mother's spiritual power surged violently, her spiritual energy raged wildly, and her life was in danger."

"To save Mother, Father used the Demon Lord's power. He used demonic energy to suppress the raging spiritual energy."

Fu Yan looked at me.

"Father could no longer hide it. He admitted that he was the Demon Lord."

The swing stopped again.

A breeze was blowing, and it was a bit chilly.

"What was Mother's reaction?" I asked.

"She remained silent for a long time," Fu Yan said. "Then she asked, 'Have you lied to me about everything you've said all these years?'"

"Father said no. Only the identity is fake. Everything else is real."

"Mother fell silent again."

"Then she hugged you and looked at you for a long time."

"You were all wrinkled back then, like a little monkey."

"Finally, she said, 'I want to go back to Qingyun Sect.'"

"Father asked, 'When are you coming back?'"

"Mother didn't answer. She carried you away, out of the courtyard, then turned back and handed you to Father. She said, 'Take the child back to the Demon Realm first.'"

"Then she left. She never looked back."

I lowered my head.

Look at your toes.

"So, Mother didn't abandon me because she was angry with Father?"

Fu Yan shook his head.

"no."

He looked into my eyes.

"She's protecting you."

"The people in Qingyun Sect who colluded with the Demon Realm haven't been caught yet. She's afraid someone will harm you."

"That's why I don't dare take you to the cultivation world."

"I'm also afraid that if people find out you're a demon, they'll attack you. That's why I don't dare go to the demon realm to see you, for fear of exposing your identity."

She said she was afraid she couldn't protect you.

Fu Yan paused for a moment.

"That's why I'm leaving you in the Demon Realm."

"She knows that Dad is strong and can protect you."

After I finished listening, I remained silent for a long time.

The swing swayed gently in the wind.

"Are they both regretting it?" I asked again.

Fu Yan thought for a moment.

"Father regrets not telling the truth sooner. Mother regrets not finding out sooner."

"But they don't say anything."

"Both of them felt they had lied to each other and had no right to be angry. Both of them felt the other hated them and were too afraid to go to them."

"So one is wearing new underwear in the Demon Realm, while the other is in seclusion cultivating at the Qingyun Sect."

I couldn't help but laugh.

After laughing, I turned to look at him.

"elder brother."

"Um?"

"When did you find out you were the young master of the Demon Realm?"

Fu Yan paused for a moment.

"After the great war between immortals and demons thirty years ago."

"I recognized my father, but I didn't acknowledge him on the spot."

"After the war, I secretly went to the Demon Realm."

"When my father saw me, he was stunned for a long time."

He asked me if I was angry.

"I said: I'm angry. But you're my father, and that's something I can't change."

I looked at him and asked, "Did Dad cry?"

Fu Yan said expressionlessly, "He cried. He cried horribly. He cried out all the memories of the 20 years he disappeared."

I couldn't help but laugh again.

Fu Yan continued:

"After Father surrendered during the war between immortals and demons, the old nobles in the demon realm were very dissatisfied with him."

"After all, losing the war meant paying reparations. None of them were willing to pay. So Father had to bear the burden himself."

"They kept losing money, and ended up losing even their underwear."

"So he sells the luminous pearls of the Demon Palace, he sells ancestral magical artifacts, he sells shops at the entrance of the Demon Palace, he sells everything."

"So you went back to the Demon Realm to help your father," I said.

Fu Yan nodded: "Yes. At first, I was just helping him with the accounts. Later, I found that he couldn't even understand government affairs, so I simply took over the government affairs of the Demon Realm."

"So you are both the second senior brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the young master of the Demon Realm."

"Yeah. Running back and forth. Tired."

The swing started swaying again.

"elder brother."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for helping Father. Thank you for returning to the Demon Realm. Thank you for coming to the Immortal Cultivation Realm to find me. Thank you..."

I paused for a moment.

"Thank you for being my brother."

Fu Yan didn't say anything, but reached out and rubbed my head again.

This time the force wasn't so light either, like kneading a lump of dough.

Then he stood up.

Go to bed early. You have a lot to do tomorrow.

"Um."

He turned and went back to his cave.

I sat on the swing and swayed for a while.

Then he jumped down and went back to his cave.

Lying in bed, looking at the cave ceiling.

A lot happened today.

—Besieged by the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.

—I'm here to back you up, so I'll reveal my true identity.

—The sect leader returned to save the day.

—Knowing my parents' story.

There's so much information, my brain can't keep up.

I rolled over and closed my eyes.

I don't want to think about it anymore; I have a lot to do tomorrow.

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The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

My senior classmates pulled me out of bed.

Suning took a comb, parted my hair into two sections, and started braiding it.

He braided his hair very carefully, arranging each strand neatly; his skill was even better than his swordsmanship.

He said, "Young girls should look their best when they go out."

I looked at myself in the small bronze mirror that Murong Zhuo handed me.

Two braids, exactly the same style as Suning's hairstyle.

"Third senior brother, shall we wear the same braids?"

"Yes." Suning nodded. "That's called prestige."

"oh."

Yan Chuan ran over from the cafeteria, holding two steaming hot steamed buns wrapped in oil paper, and stuffed them into my hands.

"Come home early for dinner. I'll make you braised pork tonight."

"real?"

"real."

My eyes lit up, and I stuffed the steamed bun into my pocket.

Murong Zhuo walked over carrying a neatly folded robe.

"I altered the robe I won in the last Grand Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects. The size should be just right now."

He unfolded it, squatted down, and put it on me.

He said, "I'm wearing it for self-defense, just in case we get into a fight."

I put on my robes and looked down.

The robe was originally plain white, but now the collar and cuffs are embroidered with a circle of light blue cloud patterns.

It was added by Murong Zhuo later; the stitches are fine and dense, showing that a lot of effort was put into it.

Gu Chenguang handed over a small notebook, about the size of a palm.

"Write down any grudges you have. Your senior brother will avenge you when you return."

I took the notebook, opened it, and found that every page was filled with grids.

It is divided into four columns: time, people and events, and hatred value.

Sixth Brother is indeed a cultured man; he is so particular about everything he does.

Shen Qingchen walked over from the very back.

He didn't say anything, but just took out a handful of candy from his pocket and stuffed it into my hand.

The candy wrappers were colorful and shimmered in the morning light.

"Thank you, Senior Brother."