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

As I flew, another question suddenly came to mind.

"Sect Master, why did you travel around back then?"

Wei Cangxuan remained silent for a moment.

"Staying in the sect is too boring. I'm tired of seeing the same few mountains, the same few trees, and the same few people every day."

"So you went out?"

"They've gone out."

"Is it fun outside?"

"It's fun. There are enemies everywhere, and I'm being chased every day. It's exciting."

As he spoke, he looked into the distance, as if recalling a glorious era.

"Once, I was chased in the East China Sea for three days and three nights."

"Chasing them from the East China Sea to the South China Sea, and from the South China Sea to the North China Sea..."

"The last pursuers died of exhaustion. I'm still alive."

I was silent.

The sect leader's wandering life is not quite what I imagined.

Others travel to seek immortals, find opportunities, and comprehend the great principles of heaven and earth.

Is he wandering around in order to invite himself to be hunted down and then outlive his pursuers to death?

This isn't a leisurely stroll; this is a long-distance training exercise.

"Then why did you come back?"

"I'm tired of staying out here," Wei Cangxuan said, his tone as flat as if he were saying that the steamed buns were overcooked today. "Besides, I heard that the sect has a new junior disciple, so I wanted to come back and take a look."

He paused, then added, "And while you're at it... see if those old fogies are still alive."

I nodded: "And the result?"

"He's still alive," Wei Cangxuan said with a hint of regret. "But it'll be over soon."

I looked at him and asked, "What do you mean by 'soon'?"

Wei Cangxuan did not answer.

He glanced at me, and the look in his eyes meant exactly what it said.

Ok.

I've decided not to ask anymore.

Some things are best left unsaid.

Hearing the whole thing can give you nightmares.

As we flew, the moon came out.

It was big and round, hanging in the eastern sky, like a freshly steamed bun.

The sun hadn't completely set yet; a lingering orange-red hue remained in the west. The sun and moon shone together, creating a beautiful scene.

Wei Cangxuan looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then spoke again.

"Has that brat Fu Yan told you about your parents?"

I nodded: "We talked about it last night. We talked about it on the swing, for a long time, until the moon was tilted."

Wei Cangxuan nodded, looking ahead as if recalling something from the past.

"More than a hundred years ago, the Demon Lord was investigating a traitor in the Demon Realm and tracked him down to the Immortal Cultivation Realm."

"To conceal his identity, he disguised himself as a rogue cultivator: the kind who sets up a roadside stall selling talismans, his stall even more shabby than that of the Heavenly Sword Sect."

"During the investigation, we encountered your mother."

"That girl was also disguised when she came out to gain experience."

"She claimed to be a disciple of a minor sect and traveled around with her sword every day, but in reality, she was already the designated successor of the Qingyun Sect at that time."

"Both of them were deceiving each other, they were both acting, and in the end, they ended up getting together."

I blinked. "And then?"

"Then they got tricked," Wei Cangxuan said, his tone carrying a hint of "I can't help but laugh when I think about it."

"Someone used forbidden magic to seal a secret realm, trapping the two of them inside."

"That secret realm was originally an ancient ruin, and those who entered it faced a near-certain death. The monsters inside were as numerous as cabbages in a market, and the formations were as dense as a spider web."

"They've been trapped for over a decade."

"They were trapped until they gave birth to Fuyan."

I was silent.

Wei Cangxuan slowed down his flying sword, his tone as if he were reviewing a game of chess.

"Those people originally intended to trap your parents to death in the secret realm."

"Since the Demon Lord can't return, the nobles can do whatever they want and rule the Demon Realm."

"If Qingmeng can't go back, the elders can find someone else to take over."

"To kill two birds with one stone; to snatch two birds from one net; to wipe out the whole pot at once."

Four words, one meaning; it's clear he genuinely admires the wickedness of this scheme.

"But, unexpectedly..."

Wei Cangxuan's lips curled up slightly, an expression that said, "I'm about to tell you a really cool story."

"I never imagined that these two would fall in love in the secret realm. And I never imagined that your father would later secretly break into the secret realm."

"Although your father is simple-minded, his cultivation level is truly high. How high? High enough that the way he broke through the secret realm was by smashing the restriction open with his bare fists."

I exclaimed, "Huh? It was smashed open?"

Wei Cangxuan nodded, his expression as if recalling a heroic feat:

"Yes. That restriction was set up by an ancient powerful being. Normally, it would take at least three to five Nascent Soul stage cultivators working together and using a special magic artifact to break the formation to open it."

"As a result, he shattered the barrier by punching it three times."

"It is said that the entire secret realm shook three times at that time, and those guarding outside thought it was an earthquake and all ran away."

I opened my mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.

My father is indeed someone who cannot be judged by ordinary standards.

He used his brain to break through the formation, while he used his fists.

And it actually broke open!

This is probably the ultimate example of making up for a lack of brains with fists.

"And then?" I asked.

Wei Cangxuan continued speaking, his tone becoming increasingly light and cheerful, as if he were telling a joke.

"Then the two of them came out. But they each went home."

"Your father went back to the Demon Realm to quell the chaos, and your mother returned to the Qingyun Sect to take over."

"Those people have come up with another plan: to kidnap your brother and threaten your parents."

"A cultivator at the Void Refinement stage went to capture a mere child at the Qi Refining stage, thinking it would be a piece of cake."

"I never expected to be saved by this old man."

He spoke in a calm tone, but his smugness was palpable even from three feet away.

"Then they stirred up conflict between immortals and demons, triggering a great war between them. They thought that with the two realms fighting to the death, they could take advantage of the chaos."

"I didn't expect your father to surrender so easily."

I couldn't help but interrupt: "What was their reaction?"

Wei Cangxuan laughed: "It's said that they were stunned on the spot. All the prepared backup plans were useless, the inside agents they arranged were all wasted, and the battle plan they had written for several years became a piece of waste paper."

"They made your father surrender and pay reparations on his own, hoping to once again usurp the power of the Demon Realm and prevent him from having the funds to investigate who was behind it all."

"So your brother went back to help him mine, opened a commercial district, set up a sword-making workshop, and even did something like... vertical integration of the industrial chain?"

"In short, in just three years, not only have the debts been paid off, but communication between the two worlds has also been promoted."

"Your brother said that the Demon Realm is richer now than it was during the war."

Finally, he concluded: "Those people's plans were all interconnected. Trapping the Demon Lord, abducting the young master, instigating a war between immortals and demons, forcing the Demon Lord to pay reparations until he was impoverished, and undermining the Demon Lord's power... They schemed and plotted, but they miscalculated at every step. In the end, they ended up in a dead end."

I looked at the sect leader.

The moonlight shone on his white hair, making it appear silvery-white, like snow on a mountaintop.

He had an expression on his face that said, "I'm really enjoying watching this show."

Like an old man sitting in a teahouse listening to a storyteller, slapping his thigh when he hears something exciting.

"Sect Master," I said.

"Um?"

"When you saved my brother, did you know he was the young master of the demon realm?"

Wei Cangxuan glanced at me, his eyes saying, "You asked a stupid question."

"Of course I know. I've lived for two thousand eight hundred years, and I can't even recognize a demon? I might as well find a block of tofu and smash my head against it."

I was puzzled: "Knowing that, why save them?"

Wei Cangxuan explained, "The people chasing Fu Yan were from the cultivation world. I didn't know what they wanted at the time, but seeing them chasing a mere Qi Refining stage kid, I knew they weren't good people."

"I just want to annoy them: you won't let me save them, but I'll save them anyway. You want to kill them, but I'll raise them anyway."

He paused, a hint of smugness in his voice:

"Moreover, it would be quite prestigious to take a young master from the Demon Realm back to guard the gate."

"Think about it, other sects might at most find a rogue cultivator to guard their gates. But the Heavenly Sword Sect sends out a young master from the Demon Realm. Who in the entire cultivation world can match that level of prestige?"

I was silent.

The sect leader's strategy for picking up people with his sword...

Very unique!

When others hire people, they look at their potential, talent, and character.

He picks people based on whether they can cause trouble for his enemies or whether they have a certain prestige.