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

Even after Fu Yan left, the discussion inside the hall continued.

But there isn't much new information available.

It's always the same few sentences: evil cultivators are too rampant, they must be thoroughly investigated, and the demonic realm also bears responsibility...

I'm so tired of hearing it.

Finally, investigation tasks were assigned to each case.

The Qingyun Sect is responsible for the eastern front, the Yuling Sect for the southern front, the Lingqi Sect for the western front, and the Hehuan Sect for the northern front.

Zen Buddhism acts as a mediator, moving resources wherever needed.

The reclusive families are responsible for providing intelligence and resources, euphemistically called "logistical support," but in reality, it's just "you go and die first, we'll watch from the rear."

Each radish is placed in its own hole, clearly separated.

It just wasn't allocated to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Because those elders said that Wei Cangxuan was too impulsive, too rash, and too prone to cursing, and they were afraid that he would get into a fight with someone at the scene: not with the murderer, but with his teammates.

So he was told to wait at the sect for now, and to be notified if needed.

In layman's terms, it means: "Go away and don't cause trouble."

Wei Cangxuan crossed his legs, and after listening, his face showed no displeasure.

He even smiled.

"Alright. Then I'll go back and wait for news."

This reaction surprised everyone.

They probably thought Wei Cangxuan would start cursing on the spot.

As a result, Wei Cangxuan stood up, patted his robes, and led me out like he was leading a small dog.

As he reached the door, he glanced back.

"Please take your time investigating. If you can't find the answer, then come back to me. I'm not in a hurry."

Then go.

The people left in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment.

As I walked out of the main hall, I looked back once more.

Through the half-open door, I saw that the people inside the hall were still in a daze.

Elder Hu Tu's mouth was agape, Xie Qianjue's brows were furrowed, Bai Jingxin's expression was subtle, and Bai Hezhou's gaze followed Bai Jingxin.

The elders of the reclusive family sat upright, like stone statues that hadn't yet reacted.

I turned around and followed the sect leader's footsteps.

"Sect Master, why won't they let you investigate?"

Wei Cangxuan said calmly, "Because they're afraid I'll find out something."

I blinked: "What did they find out?"

"We found things that shouldn't have been investigated."

I nodded and decided not to ask anymore.

If you keep asking, you might hear things you shouldn't hear.

It's best not to keep too many secrets from a three-and-a-half-year-old's ears.

I can't sleep at night if I have too much stuff on my phone.

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It was nearly evening when we came out of the main hall.

The setting sun bathed the square of the Myriad Immortals Alliance in gold.

Wei Cangxuan flew ahead on his sword, and I followed behind.

His sword was fast, as fast as a white lightning bolt.

But my sword is not slow either. I discovered that as long as I pour the power of chaos into the sword, its speed can be so fast that even a shadow cannot catch up with it.

After flying for a while, I sped up and tugged at Wei Cangxuan's sleeve.

"metropolitan."

"Um?"

"Aren't you afraid they'll hold a grudge if you insult those ancestors today?"

Wei Cangxuan didn't even turn his head: "I have far too many enemies; a few more won't matter. What difference does a thousand make compared to a thousand and one?"

I was taken aback: "You have a thousand enemies?"

Wei Cangxuan thought for a moment, his expression as if he were counting how many meals he had eaten.

"Probably. Later there were even more, I lost count, and I got too lazy to count. Anyway, new people joined every day, like a bustling market."

My eyes widened: "Then aren't you being hunted down every day?"

Wei Cangxuan nodded, his tone carrying a strange hint of pride.

"Yes, I used to be chased eight hundred times a day."

My voice trembled: "Eight hundred times? That many?"

He thought for a moment longer: "Probably. Later on, there were more than that, I can't count them all, I'm too lazy to count them anymore."

He paused, then added a few more words, his tone tinged with the weariness of time:

"Sometimes several groups of people come in a day, one in the morning, one in the afternoon, one in the evening, and one night shift in the middle of the night."

"Half of the kill orders issued by the cultivation world back then were aimed at me."

"The other half was initially targeting someone else, but in the process of chasing them, it somehow ended up coming after me. I don't know why."

I was silent.

What does it mean to be hunted down 800 times a day?

I get stabbed when I go out in the morning, I get stabbed when I eat lunch, and I get stabbed when I go to sleep at night.

Do you have to check outside the window first to see if anyone is holding a knife when you get up in the middle of the night?

Moreover, how could he be chased and killed eight hundred times and still be alive and kicking?

Is this even human? It's a cockroach!

The kind that you can't kill no matter how much you step on it.

But I didn't dare say that.

So I asked, "Then... when you were being chased, did you regret swearing?"

Wei Cangxuan thought about it seriously, as if he were pondering a profound philosophical question.

Then he said, "No regrets. I'm going to get beaten up and chased down anyway, so I might as well vent my anger first. Think about it, getting beaten up is a given, but swearing is free. Wouldn't it be stupid not to enjoy something free?"

I think this logic... seems to make some sense?

Wei Cangxuan's tone suddenly became serious: "Little Pin'er, remember, swear words should be spoken aloud to make your mouth feel better. If you swallow them, your heart will be tainted."

Me: "...I've got it."

That's a lot...

It seems to make sense, but something seems off.

But my three-and-a-half-year-old brain can't quite process it yet, so I'll just remember it for now.

"So, Sect Master, you scolded them today... because your heart is pure?"

"Yes. So that my heart won't be tainted." Wei Cangxuan patted his chest. "My heart is clean and pure; I can't let a few old fogies taint it."

I nodded and silently memorized this philosophy of life: cursing is for health.

They flew for a while longer.

Wei Cangxuan suddenly asked me, "Are you scared today?"

I was taken aback and asked him, "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of those old fogies. I'm afraid of evil cultivators. I'm afraid of the mastermind behind everything. I'm afraid the road ahead won't be easy." He counted on his five fingers. "There are so many things to be afraid of. It's normal for a three-and-a-half-year-old to be afraid."

I blurted out, "I'm not afraid."

Wei Cangxuan raised an eyebrow: "Why?"

I counted on my fingers: "Because my father is the Demon Lord, my mother is the Sect Master of Qingyun Sect, and my brother is the Young Master of the Demon Realm and the Second Senior Brother of Tianjian Sect."

"I am the disciple of the number one sect in the cultivation world. I have five senior brothers, one older brother, three elders, and one sect master."

I paused for a moment, then said, "I have connections above me, connections in the middle, and connections behind me. Who am I afraid of?"

Wei Cangxuan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The laughter echoed in the night sky, startling a flock of birds that had just fallen asleep in the woods.

"Excellent! You have the same style I had in my youth!"

I blinked: "Was the sect leader this arrogant back then?"

"I was arrogant." Wei Cangxuan nodded, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "Much more arrogant than you. When I was young, I single-handedly took on three sects."

"Wow, that's amazing! And then?"

"Then they hunted him down for three hundred years."

I:"…………"

"But!" Wei Cangxuan changed the subject, "those who chased after me are now overgrown with weeds. And I am still alive."

He paused, then added, "And they're alive and well."

I was silent.

Because I was wondering... how tall would the grass on a grave mound be?

Is it possible to hide an entire monster?

No, three zhang tall is comparable to the height of the main hall of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Wouldn't that allow a whole nest of monsters to hide?

Never mind, never mind.

Anyway, the sect leader's meaning is: he won.

Only those who survive to the end have the right to speak.