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

Fu Yan stood to the side, arms crossed, watching this scene.

His expression was subtle.

There is a sense of satisfaction: like seeing one's own cabbage being carefully watered by a group of people.

He was also a little jealous: like that cabbage wasn't from his family.

Su Ning glanced at him sideways: "Second Senior Brother, what's wrong with you looking constipated?"

Yan Chuan took a bite of his steamed bun: "Want some steamed buns? There are still some in the cafeteria, go get some yourself."

Fu Yan's lips twitched. "Third Junior Brother, Fourth Junior Brother, you've changed."

Suning scratched his head: "What's changed?"

Fu Yan: "None of you care about me anymore."

Murong Zhuo blinked his charming eyes: "The dignified young master of the Demon Realm is jealous of a three-and-a-half-year-old junior sister?"

Gu Chenguang looked up from his notebook, expressionless: "Exactly. Why are you jealous of your junior sister?"

I added insult to injury: "Yeah, bro, you're 108 years old."

Fu Yan: "..."

He took a deep breath and then spoke slowly.

"Did you know that I only found out I was the young master of the Demon Realm thirty years ago? I only returned to the Demon Realm three and a half years ago."

He looked at his fellow students, his voice as calm as if he were reading from an account book.

"To be honest, the Demon Realm is poorer than our sect."

"Not only do I have to mine, move bricks, and do construction every day, but I also have to help my dad manage all the trivial matters in the demon realm."

"I sleep less than two hours a day."

"Even so, I still have to find time to practice my sword, for fear that my swordsmanship will deteriorate and drag the sect down."

After hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Su Ning took a steamed bun from Yan Chuan and handed it to Fu Yan.

"Alright, eat up."

Yan Chuan took out another steamed bun from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

"Eat more, you're so thin."

Murong Zhuo untied a belt and handed it over.

"This was a gift from a female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect. I haven't used it yet, so here you go."

Fu Yan took the belt and looked down at it: it was pink and embroidered with twin lotus flowers.

"...Thank you, Fifth Junior Brother."

Gu Chenguang had already started writing furiously in his notebook, not to keep accounts.

It is a record of "The Tragic Life of Pigsy".

After taking notes, he turned the notebook around to show everyone.

—A record of the tragic life of the second senior brother:

—In the first half of his life, his parents kept his true identity a secret.

Fifty-eight years ago: He was being chased by evil cultivators, covered in wounds, and was picked up by the sect leader while lying on the roadside.

Thirty years ago: During the war between immortals and demons, it was discovered that the Demon Lord was her biological father.

—Three and a half years ago: My younger sister was born. I went back to the Demon Realm to move bricks, mine, and do construction work, working an average of ten hours a day and resting for less than two hours.

—To this day: Continuing to move bricks, mine, and engage in construction.

—Note: The young master of the Demon Realm, a man of great stature, is suffering even more than I am. I felt somewhat comforted.

After reading it, Shen Qingchen remained silent for a moment.

Then he took out a handful of candy and stuffed it into Fu Yan's hand.

Fu Yan looked down at the handful of candy and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

I walked over, opened my arms, and gave him a hug.

"Brother, you've worked hard."

Fu Yan froze for a moment.

Then he reached out and gently patted my back.

Wei Cangxuan walked over from the direction of the main hall, dressed in white with white hair, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

He glanced at everyone.

"Are they all just standing here acting out a scene of life and death?"

"Going to a meeting, not to jump off the Execution Platform to die a martyr. Who are you trying to impress with all this sentimentality first thing in the morning?"

Everyone: "…………"

"Hurry up, get it done faster." He walked ahead, urging impatiently.

Fu Yan and I quickly followed.

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The Council Hall of the Myriad Immortals Alliance:

When we arrived, the hall was already full.

The same group of people who came yesterday.

Sect leaders, elders, and heads of reclusive families.

Each of them had a solemn expression, as if their father had died.

The Zen master stood on the platform and nodded slightly when he saw Wei Cangxuan enter.

Wei Cangxuan found a seat and sat down.

Fu Yan and I stood behind him, like two little followers.

The only difference is that one of the sidekicks is a princess from the demon realm, and the other sidekick is a young master from the demon realm.

The display was impressive, but the position was humble.

The Zen abbot in the main seat first recited a passage of scripture.

Wei Cangxuan, unusually, did not find it annoying.

Because the presiding monk was reciting scriptures for the salvation of the deceased.

Each word and phrase was spoken with intonation and rhythm.

The atmosphere in the main hall changed from "solemn" to "heavy".

It changed from "heavy" to "oppressive".

After he finished reading, the host waved his hand.

Immediately, someone carried a stretcher in from outside the hall.

One body.

Two.

Three.

……

There were more than a dozen in total.

The body was covered with a white sheet, but the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Several of the younger disciples had already started covering their noses.

But the elders present remained calm. After all, they had lived for hundreds of years and had never smelled blood before.

The host began reporting the investigation results.

"After an overnight investigation, we have discovered a new lead."

"Besides the wounds from being bitten to death by demonic beasts and monsters, there are also marks from being injured by magical artifacts."

"It wasn't just a simple beast attack; someone was controlling demonic beasts and magical creatures, using them in conjunction with magical artifacts to launch the attack."

He walked to the center of the hall and lifted the first white cloth.

"This is the Grand Elder of the Biluo Sect. Nascent Soul stage. One move and he's dead."

The second white cloth was lifted.

"Second Elder of the Azure Sky Sect. Nascent Soul stage. Same as above."

The host flipped over the pieces one by one.

Biluo Sect, a medium-sized sect, had over two hundred members, none of whom escaped unscathed.

The atmosphere inside the hall grew increasingly somber.

The host lifted the last piece of white cloth.

Beneath the white sheet was a shriveled corpse.

His cultivation was drained, and his spiritual root was dug out, leaving him like a cabbage that had been dried in the sun for three months.

His skin was wrinkled and stuck to his bones, his eyes were sunken, and his mouth was wide open; he must have experienced great fear before he died.

Someone recognized him.

"—That's... the Sect Master of the Azure Sky Sect?"

"—What about his cultivation level? He's at the Nascent Soul stage!"

"How could a Nascent Soul stage physical body become like this?"

The host's voice was as deep and somber as a death knell.

"The sect leader of the Azure Sky Sect: Nascent Soul stage cultivator, killed in a few moves, his cultivation drained, and his spiritual root extracted. His methods were cruel."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"The person who made the move is at least at the Void Refinement stage."

The hall fell completely silent.

A henchman at the Void Refinement stage.

What level of cultivation does the person behind that have?

Fit?

Mahayana?

No one dared to think further.

Apart from the five major sects, most of the sect leaders present were only at the Nascent Soul stage.

Even the sect leader of the Biluo Sect couldn't withstand more than a few moves. If they were to go up there, they would probably only be able to hold on for a few more breaths.

Behind the sect leader, I silently did some calculations:

—The sect leader is at the Integration Stage. If the person behind him is at the Integration Stage, then the sect leader is capable of fighting.

—If the person behind this is a Mahayana cultivator…then the sect leader won’t be able to defeat him.

If the sect leader can't beat them, then Elder Wen Zhiya and the others can't beat them either.

If the elders can't beat them, then the senior brothers are even less likely to beat them.

—Then the only option is... to run!

I silently memorized the plan.

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

After a brief silence, the hall erupted in chaos.

"The Demon Realm! It must be the Demon Realm!"

"—With Void Refinement stage fighters and high-level magical beasts, who besides the Demon Realm could pull off such a feat?"

"The Demon Realm demands a reasonable explanation! Why are demonic beasts appearing in the cultivation world?"

"Yes, only a Demon Lord can control high-level magical beasts, isn't that obvious?"

The criticism was unanimously directed at me and Fu Yan.

Fu Yan stood in front of me, expressionless.

After they finished arguing, he finally spoke up: "High-level demonic beasts aren't from the demon realm, are they? Why don't you all say the person behind them is from the cultivation world?"

Some countered, "If it was done by cultivators, then the cities of the demon realm would definitely suffer! That's common sense!"

Fu Yan glanced at the man, his voice neither hurried nor slow:

"Isn't it because the Demon Realm's city is impregnable? The Demon Lord himself guards it? That's why thieves dare not enter?"

"To make an example of someone, you naturally pick the weakest link; who would choose the hardest one to gnaw on from the start?"

The entire room fell silent.

That makes a lot of sense.

The cities of the Demon Realm, especially the inner and outer perimeters, have a level of defense that is unmatched by the smaller sects in the cultivation world.

Attack the Demon Realm City?

They might be riddled with bullets before they even get close.

Who would dare to go to a place where the Demon Lord himself is in charge?

Fu Yan continued, "All the high-level magical beasts in the Demon Realm are registered. On the surface, only the Demon Lord can indeed command them."

He paused, then changed the subject.

"But the Demon Lord has no motive."

He looked around.

"My son and daughter are both disciples in sects within the cultivation world, why would my father do this?"

"With demonic beasts and monsters slaughtering sects, the Myriad Immortals Alliance can easily trace the clues back to my sister, who is close to demonic beasts."

"If you find out about my sister, it will be easy to find out that she is a demon."

"If we find out she's a demon, we'll find out she's a demon princess."

"At that time, the wrath of the entire cultivation world will fall upon her."

"As everyone knows, the higher one's cultivation level, the more difficult it is to conceive offspring."

"My father only has one daughter, so there's no need for him to do that."

"Unless he wants to experience what it's like to lose a daughter in old age."

He glanced at the head of the Murong family.

"My dad doesn't have many children, why is he making such a fuss?"

The head of the Murong family didn't reply, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

The logic behind this statement is indeed flawless.

The Demon Lord has two children: one is nominally registered in the other's territory, and the other stays put in the other's territory.

There was absolutely no motive to carry out a terrorist attack.

Unless he's lost his mind.

Just as the atmosphere eased a little.

An aura of oppressive power emanated from the entrance of the main hall.