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

Chapter 90 Braised Pork and a Shocking Secret

By the time they returned to the sect, it was already completely dark.

The senior students hadn't slept; they were all squatting at the mountain gate waiting for us.

To be precise, there was one standing and four squatting.

Shen Qingchen stood in front, leaning against the doorpost, holding his sword, his face expressionless.

Suning squatted on the left, his hand supporting his chin, like a stone sculpture of a thinker, but dressed up.

Yan Chuan squatted on the right, still holding a spatula in his hand, which was covered with the sauce from the braised pork.

Murong Zhuo leaned against another doorpost, his peach blossom eyes half-closed, as if he were dozing off, or as if he were exuding charm.

Gu Chenguang squatted at the very back, a notebook spread out on his knees, a pen clipped to his ear, his posture like a frog ready to jump at any moment.

That's all.

Not one was missing.

Upon seeing us flying over, Su Ning was the first to spring up and rush over in three quick steps.

"Junior Sister, are you alright?"

I shook my head: "It's nothing."

Yan Chuan, holding a spatula, leaned closer: "The braised pork is still hot in the pot! It's been simmering for two hours!"

My stomach immediately growled.

It wasn't my idea to call it that; it was the braised pork that made me call it that.

Murong Zhu blinked his peach blossom eyes, his tone languid but his words serious.

"I heard those old masters have emerged from seclusion? Did they give you any trouble? Did they speak ill of you? Did anyone glare at you? Did anyone secretly fart and blame it on you?"

I shook my head again: "No. With the sect leader here, who would dare to make things difficult for me?"

I said this with complete confidence.

Because it's true.

Gu Chenguang squeezed up from behind, flipped open his notebook, and scribbled a few lines as fast as if he were ransacking a house. Then he looked up and asked, "Where's Second Senior Brother?"

"I've gone back to the Demon Realm to investigate," I said. "The Myriad Immortals Alliance sent their sect leader and me back to await news."

Shen Qingchen stood at the very back without saying a word.

He scanned me from head to toe, like a scanning magic instrument, from left to right, from top to bottom...

Only after confirming that I was not missing any arms or legs did he nod slightly.

Then Wei Cangxuan walked over from behind and patted his robes.

"Little Pin'er, go eat with your senior brothers first."

His tone was normal, but his next sentence was a bit off.

"Wen Zhiya, Jingyuan, and Wangji, the three of you, come with me to the main hall."

The three elders exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with the weariness of "another job is needed."

Wen Zhiya stuffed the half-eaten steamed bun in his hand into his sleeve.

Jing Yuan patted the ash off his Taoist robe.

Wangji leaned the broom with the "Demon Realm Trade Zone - Special Offers" sign against the doorway.

The three of them followed the sect leader toward the main hall, their steps heavy as if they were going to a grave.

The senior brothers all looked at the sect leader's back, then at me.

Su Ning lowered his voice: "The sect leader isn't even in a hurry to eat? Isn't he usually the most proactive one?"

Yan Chuan also found it unbelievable: "Yes, the sect leader is someone who can eat twenty steamed buns in one sitting."

Murong Zhuo blinked: "What can't be said in front of us? It can't be anything good."

Gu Chenguang sighed: "That's how the adult world is. They send the kids away as soon as they encounter trouble, as if it doesn't happen just because we can't hear them."

Shen Qingchen didn't speak, but his brows furrowed slightly.

It's like calculating the difficulty coefficient of this event.

I looked at the sect leader's departing figure, and then at my fellow disciples.

"Then... shall I go eat the meat first?"

Su Ning pushed me toward the cafeteria: "Go on, go on. Even if the sky falls, the sect leader's mouth will hold it up."

Yan Chuan chimed in, "Yes, yes, meat has a soul. It should be eaten while it's hot, otherwise the soul will dissipate."

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canteen.

The lights were on, and the aroma of cooking pots filled the air.

Yan Chuan brought out a large bowl of braised pork, its color a bright red, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, each piece seemingly glowing.

Next to it was steaming hot spirit rice.

There was also a plate of golden-fried bird eggs.

My senior classmates couldn't wait to ask me what happened today.

While eating, Su Ning urged, "Junior Sister, tell me quickly, what's going on in the palace?"

Yan Chuan put a piece of braised pork into my bowl: "Yes, I heard the sect leader confronted those patriarchs?"

Murong Zhuo blinked his peach blossom eyes: "I heard that even the Demon Realm's young master, no, my second senior brother, couldn't get a word in edgewise today?"

Gu Chenguang put down his chopsticks and took out his notebook.

I also took out my notebook, which Gu Chenguang had prepared for me this morning.

"You can see for yourselves," I said, pushing the notebook towards them.

Gu Chenguang took the notebook and turned to the first page.

There was a three-second silence.

"Junior Sister," he said, "I don't recognize a single one of the characters you wrote."

"Are those words?" Su Ning leaned over to take a look.

Yan Chuan pointed to a wavy line: "What's this crooked thing?"

I looked at it and said, "Oh, that's the 'Sect Leader'."

Murong Zhuo pointed to several &$@! symbols: "What about this?"

Me: "Oh, that's 'swearing'."

Gu Chenguang: "Where's this circle?"

Me: "That's 'ancestor,' I don't know how to write it, so I just drew a tortoise shell."

The senior disciples stared at the circle for a long time, trying to find the essence of the tortoise shell within it.

There was a collective silence.

"Forget it," Su Ning handed the notebook back to me, "Just tell me directly. Reading it aloud saves time than guessing."

So I started eating and talking at the same time.

From the appearance of the patriarch, to the sect leader's confrontation, to Fu Yan's return to the Demon Realm, to the assignment of tasks, to the Heavenly Sword Sect being kicked out of the investigation team.

Interspersed throughout were classic quotes from the sect leader:

"Turtle King," "They're all thousand-year-old foxes, why are they pretending to be little white rabbits?" and so on.

The senior students were stunned, forgetting to even touch their chopsticks.

Su Ning frowned: "So someone is trying to sow discord between the immortal and demon realms?"

I swallowed a piece of braised pork: "Mmm."

"And they even colluded with the old nobles of the Demon Realm?" Yan Chuan handed me a handkerchief to wipe my mouth.

I took the handkerchief and wiped my mouth. "Mmm."

Murong Zhuo's peach blossom eyes narrowed: "You even chased after my second senior brother?"

"Hmm." I swallowed the meat. "Still a Void Refinement stage thug."

Su Ning slammed his chopsticks down: "This is outrageous! The Qi Refining stage! That's the very bottom of the food chain in the cultivation world, more fragile than roadside weeds. And they won't even let that go!"

Gu Chenguang's pen had already begun flying across the notebook; the handwriting was so messy it resembled scribbles, but the content was surprisingly clear and organized:

—More than a hundred years ago: Bai Mojun fell in love with a mysterious female cultivator and gave birth to Fu Yan.

—When Fu Yan was 58 years old: He was being hunted down by a rogue cultivator in the Void Refinement stage, and fled to the cultivation world, where he was picked up by the sect leader.

Thirty years ago: During the war between immortals and demons, the Demon Lord surrendered after only half a cup of tea's time. The reparations caused the Demon Realm's economy to collapse, and the Demon Lord even had to pawn his underwear.

—Three and a half years ago: Junior Sister was born, and Fu Yan left the Heavenly Sword Sect to return to the Demon Realm to succeed to the throne and manage the economy.

—Current situation: The massacre of the sect, a crime committed by high-level magical beasts and monsters, resulted in the sect leader of the Biluo Sect having his cultivation drained and his spiritual root removed.

After he finished writing, he looked up at everyone with an expression like he had just finished putting together a jigsaw puzzle.

"If you look at these things together..."

Shen Qingchen spoke, his voice not loud, but each word sounded like a nail driven into the table.

"Someone is playing a long game."

Gu Chenguang nodded: "It's been over a hundred years. That's longer than a fraction of the sect leader's age."

I sat on the stool and swung my legs (the stool was too high, my feet couldn't reach the ground).

"They want to muddy the waters between the realms of immortals and demons. Only when the waters are muddied can they fish for themselves."

Su Ning looked at me: "Junior sister, you're only three and a half years old. Where did you learn all these complicated things?"

I blinked. "That's how it's written in storybooks. Don't villains always muddy the waters first before causing trouble?"

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

"Which storybook?" Su Ning pressed.

I answered without hesitation, "It's from my sixth senior brother's novel, 'The Overbearing Demon Lord's Forced Love,' Chapter 9, Section 3."

All eyes turned to Gu Chenguang.

Gu Chenguang's face flushed red.

"Th-that is..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say, "Those are my research materials," but seeing everyone's gaze, he swallowed his words.

Su Ning pondered for a moment: "So, you can really learn something from storybooks?"

Yan Chuan stroked his chin: "As the ancients said, reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles, but traveling ten thousand miles is not as good as reading ten thousand stories."

Murong Zhuo nodded: "I haven't finished reading 'The Contract Bride of the Iceberg Demon General' yet. I'll have to catch up on it later."

Gu Chenguang's face turned even redder: "You...when did you see it? I put it on the second floor of the library, not on the first floor!"

Su Ning rolled her eyes: "Who told you to put it at the second-floor stairwell? Everyone coming up and going down can see it."

Gu Chenguang: "…………"

Shen Qingchen did not participate in this segment.

He looked me in the eyes and asked a very crucial question.

"Junior Sister, who is that mysterious female cultivator...?"

Everyone looked at me again.

I swallowed the last bite of rice and wiped my mouth with Yan Chuan's handkerchief.

"Of course it's my mother."

Su Ning pressed further, "Who is your mother?"

I said confidently, "It's Qingmeng."