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

Early the next morning.

It was still dark.

The rooster hasn't crowed yet.

The little Flame Mastiff hasn't woken up yet.

Wei Cangxuan then entered the cafeteria.

Yan Chuan is already busy.

The pot on the stove was steaming.

The fire crackled and popped in the stove.

He was preparing provisions for the sect leader's trip: steamed buns, pickled vegetables, a few flatbreads, and a pot of cold tea.

Wrap it in oil paper and put it in the basket.

Wei Cangxuan glanced at the basket.

Then he shook his head.

"not enough."

He walked to the stove and picked up the pot of braised pork that wasn't fully cooked yet.

The pot and meat were stuffed into the storage bag.

Steam was still rising from the edge of the iron pot, and the soup almost spilled out, but he moved with lightning speed and didn't waste a single drop.

"Take this with you."

Yan Chuan was taken aback: "Sect Master, can you finish it? That pot of meat is enough for ten people."

Wei Cangxuan remained unfazed:

"If we can't finish eating it on the road, we can sell it."

As he spoke, he opened the storage bag and put in all of the clan's half-month's worth of grain reserves.

Rice, flour, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea...

They didn't even leave behind the half-full jar of pickled radishes on the stove.

Yan Chuan stood to the side, his mouth agape, wanting to say something but unable to.

That expression was like watching helplessly as her dowry was taken away.

I feel sorry for her, but I dare not say it.

It felt as if a thousand monsters were stampeding through my mind.

Finally, Wei Cangxuan patted the storage bag with satisfaction.

He flew away on his sword.

With flowing white hair and fluttering robes, he exuded an air of otherworldly grace.

His back view is very handsome, like a deity in a painting.

Yan Chuan stood at the mountain gate, watching the sect leader disappear into the morning light.

The wind blew by, and his apron fluttered in the wind like a white flag of surrender.

"My braised pork..." he murmured.

I stood next to him and patted his hand: "Fourth Senior Brother, please accept my condolences."

He glanced down at me, his lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

The little Flame Mastiff ran out of its den, looked up at him, and its eyes seemed to say, "What are we having for breakfast?"

Yan Chuan squatted down and patted the little Flame Hound's head: "Today... we're having steamed buns."

The little Flame Mastiff tilted its head and spat out a small fireball.

The fireball struck Yan Chuan's trouser leg, burning a charred hole.

Yan Chuan stared at the cave and remained silent for a long time.

Then he turned around and went into the kitchen to start kneading the dough.

The morning light shone on his back, making him look like a man who had been badly beaten by life but was still standing.

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The days after the sect leader left...

Actually, nothing has changed.

After all, he's only been back for two days.

Before he could even warm his seat in the main hall, he was gone again.

He's 2,800 years old, but he can't settle down. Like an unleashed spirit beast, he roams all over the cultivation world.

I continued my practice as usual.

Practicing horse stance, running in the mountains, practicing swordsmanship, meditating, eating, and swinging on a swing.

One day passed.

The sect leader has sent a message back; the message was very brief:

[Still under investigation. Don't even think about me.]

Gu Chenguang examined the communication talisman three times, turning it over and over in his mind.

"That's it?"

Su Ning stroked his chin: "To put it another way: Don't send me messages if you miss me, I'm busy."

Murong Zhuo: "To translate again, he just wants us to miss him."

I nodded.

I give this reading comprehension a perfect score.

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Two days have passed.

The weather is lovely today; the sun feels warm and comforting on my skin.

The spiritual fields behind the mountain are lush and green, and the spiritual fruit trees have grown quite a bit taller.

The little Flame Mastiff lay on its back at the door, sunbathing with its belly up, sleeping like a rock.

Elder Wen Zhiya squatted by the spirit field.

Looking at the newly sprouted spiritual herbs, his expression was even more loving than when he looked at his own grandson.

He carefully loosened the soil with a small shovel in his hand.

Muttering to himself:

"Grow up quickly, grow up quickly, so you can be sold..."

— Jing Yuan was preparing to refine a mid-grade pill in the alchemy room.

The alchemy furnace has been wiped clean three times.

The medicinal herbs have already been arranged in five rows.

The heat has been adjusted seven times.

He was dressed in a clean robe, his hair was neatly combed, and his expression was as serious as if he were going to war.

He was muttering to himself:

"This batch must succeed. It must succeed. It must succeed."

He repeated something important three times, and then added a fourth: "It must succeed."

—Elder Wangji is sweeping the floor.

Sweep from the mountain gate to the main hall.

Sweep from the main hall to the dining hall.

From the cafeteria to the sacred field.

From the spirit field to the alchemy room.

His sweeping posture was very standard, with a rhythmic quality in the rise and fall of the broom.

It's like practicing some long-lost sweeping sword technique.

A clean path was left behind, so clean that even ants would slip and fall.

After sweeping around once, I returned to the starting point and found that the area I had swept earlier was covered with another layer of dust, so I started all over again.

—I sat on the swing.

Swing out to see the bottomless abyss, then swing back to count how many flowers have bloomed.

The days were as quiet as a bowl of cooled boiled water.

But plain boiled water has its advantages; at least it won't burn your mouth.

But this quietness made me feel uneasy.

Like the oppressive feeling before a storm.

I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong, but I just have this feeling that something's about to happen.

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Three days have passed.

That day, after I finished practicing my horse stance, I started running up the mountain.

Passing through Lingtian.

They saw Elder Wen Zhiya training the little Flame Hound to guard the spirit field.

Wen Zhiya pointed to a row of spirit fruit seedlings and said, "Take a good look."

It blinked.

Wen Zhiya pointed to another row of medicinal herb seedlings and said, "These are not edible."

It yawned.

I think it might not have understood, or it might have understood but didn't care.

Su Ning squatted on the edge of the field, propping her face up with her hands, her eyes fixed on Wen Zhiya and the little Flame Hound.

I ran over: "Third Senior Brother, what are you doing?"

Without turning his head, Su Ning said, "Learn to train animals."

"oh."

He added, "It's never a bad thing to learn a side hustle."

"oh."

He added, "Since the Grand Elder is at home and it's free, why not learn it?"

"oh."

He continued, "Although we don't have the money to raise spirit beasts, we have sacred beasts, which are much more impressive than those high-level spirit beasts."

I nodded again: "Oh."

Wen Zhiya turned and glanced at him: "Sacred beasts cost even more money."

Suning remained silent.

I nodded.

Su Ning pointed at my nose: "You nod at everything I say; you're not really listening."

I really wasn't interested in listening.

I was staring at the spiritual fruit in the field.

Those bright red berries hung on the emerald green vines, like little rubies, sparkling in the sunlight, making you want to pick them.

"Elder, when can we eat cherry tomatoes?"

Wen Zhiya didn't even look up: "In a couple of days."

"Oh. I'll come back in a couple of days."

Wen Zhiya finally looked up at me and said, "You said the same thing yesterday."

"Yesterday we said 'in a couple of days,' and today we say 'in a couple of days,' so there's no contradiction."

Wen Zhiya paused for a moment, probably thinking that the logic of a three-and-a-half-year-old was indeed not wrong, and then lowered his head to continue training the little Flame Hound.

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I continued running in the mountains.

After running a lap, I passed by the alchemy room.

A rich aroma of medicine wafted out from under the door.

It's not that bitter, unpleasant smell of medicine; it's the kind of smell that... makes you feel like your cultivation level has increased by 0.1% just by smelling it.

My feet turned by themselves and I pushed the door open and went inside.