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

night.

The senior students are all asleep.

The cave entrances on the mountainside were pitch black, like closed eyes.

But I can't sleep.

There are usually only two reasons why a three-and-a-half-year-old child can't sleep: either they slept too much during the day, or they have something on their mind.

I belong to the third type: I simply don't want to sleep.

I sat on the swing at the entrance of the cave and swung slowly.

Swing out and gaze into the abyss.

It swam back again, counting how many flowers had bloomed.

Murong Zhuo said that this swing was to give me a place to relax during my cultivation breaks.

But I suspect he wanted to see if I would scream when I swung out.

It turns out it doesn't, but it does cause hiccups, like the wind getting in.

A breeze blows by, carrying the fragrance of flowers and the scent of distant mountains and forests.

Then I heard a voice.

It's very light.

It's like the wind blowing through the leaves.

It sounded like someone was speaking from a distance.

It was faint and intermittent.

I stopped swinging and pricked up my ears.

The sound came from outside the mountain gate.

I couldn't hear what was being said, but the tone... it sounded like someone was reciting something.

It is not a Zen Buddhist scripture.

I've heard Zen sutras before. Elder Wangji recites them every morning; the melody is steady and drawn-out, but it's quite boring.

This tune is different.

It's very sharp and thin, like a needle piercing into your ear.

Sometimes it sounded like a soft chant, sometimes like a quiet sob, sending chills down one's spine.

I jumped off the swing and tiptoed toward the mountain gate.

— Passing by Suning's cave, his snoring was deafening, like thunder.

— Passing by Yan Chuan's cave, he was talking in his sleep, muttering: "The steamed buns need to be steamed for a long time."

— Passing by Murong Zhuo's cave, a floral fragrance wafted out, so strong it could kill bees.

It was the middle of the night, and he was probably researching new perfume formulas again.

— Passing by Gu Chenguang's cave, the light was still on. He was keeping accounts, and the sound of turning the pages of his notebook was rustling.

An occasional sigh could be heard, probably because someone had miscalculated again.

—The door to the eldest brother's cave was closed, and there was no sound.

He's probably still meditating, or he's already asleep.

After all, the eldest brother is the kind of person who does everything without making a sound.

It walks silently, breathes silently, and even sleeps silently, like a cat that has cultivated itself into a spirit.

The elders' cave dwellings are on the other side of the mountain, far away, and you can't hear anything from them.

But it's the middle of the night, they should be sleeping.

After all, I'm getting old and can't stay up all night.

—The little Flame Mastiff was squatting at the mountain gate. When it saw me come out, it wagged its tail.

I made a shushing gesture.

It tilted its head and glanced at me, then lay back down to sleep, even yawning.

This sacred beast cub's heart is bigger than the Heavenly Sword Sect's sword-training platform.

I walked to the mountain gate and glanced outside.

nobody.

The empty mountain path, bathed in moonlight, resembled a white ribbon winding its way down.

The sound stopped.

I frowned and turned to go back.

One foot has already stepped through the mountain gate, while the other foot is still outside.

Just then, the voice rang out again.

This time it's much closer.

It seems to be just a short distance away.

The sound was clearer, but I still couldn't make out what was being said.

That melody was like a thread, entering through the ears and drilling into the brain.

I hesitated for a moment.

Logically, I should turn around and go back to my sect.

Logically, I should have woken up my senior brothers.

Logically, I should stay inside the sect's grand formation and not go anywhere else.

But the curiosity of a three-and-a-half-year-old is something that is difficult to explain with reason.

This thing is even more powerful than a cat. Cats just have a habit of touching things, but this three-and-a-half-year-old is a complete rascal.

They want to see everything, touch everything, and ask why everything.

So, I walked out of the mountain gate.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The little Flame Mastiff didn't wake up.

It rolled over and continued sleeping, flicking its tail as if swatting a mosquito in its dream.

The mountain gate is behind me, and the moonlight shines above my head, casting a long shadow over me.

I looked around; the trees were silhouetted against the wind, and the leaves rustled in the breeze.

The shadows of the trees swayed in the moonlight, like countless hands gesturing something, but upon closer inspection, they were just trees.

Nothing unusual.

Even the tune that felt like needles piercing my ears had disappeared.

It was as quiet as if nothing had happened.

I scratched my head.

Did I hear wrong?

Just as I was about to turn around and go back...

A dark figure descended from the sky.

It was as fast as lightning, crashing straight down from the sky, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.

I was startled.

Whoosh! It leaped back into the mountain gate.

It was faster than I expected, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

I stumbled a bit when I landed and almost fell on my butt.

It turns out that people can actually fly when they are afraid.

He can break through his speed limit without using a sword or magic.

A dark shadow landed where I had just been standing.

But he stood outside the mountain gate. I stood inside the mountain gate.

It's less than three steps away.

But there is an invisible wall separating them.

The shadowy figure: "..."

I also:"……"

We looked at each other.

"Who are you?" I asked.

The shadowy figure remained silent.

He was dressed in all black, covered from head to toe, with only his gray eyes showing.

Yes, very standard villain outfit, even more villainous than the people from the Demon Realm.

He reached out and grabbed me.

I didn't run away.

Because Fu Yan said that even those at the Mahayana stage couldn't break through the sect's grand formation.

I believe it.

So I'm not afraid.

really.

The shadowy figure's hand, which was half a step away from me, suddenly collided with a transparent wall of light.

The light curtain suddenly lit up in the night, as if someone had suddenly turned on a lamp in the darkness.

The dark figure was thrown away.

It flew several meters away and even did a somersault in the air, probably trying to adjust its posture to land, but it couldn't adjust properly.

When it landed, its feet touched the ground first, but it didn't stand firmly and rolled twice before finally lying on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The protective array emitted a low hum, like a giant beast that had been awakened groaning in dissatisfaction.

The light curtain appeared in the night sky, like a transparent eggshell, enveloping the entire sect.

It was covered with densely packed runes.

The runes lit up one by one and then dimmed, like stars twinkling in the sky.

I reached out and touched the inside of the light screen. It was warm, soft, and elastic; it was quite fun.

The dark figure got up from the ground.

His black clothes were torn in several places by the backlash from the formation, revealing his grayish-white skin underneath.

His skin was wrinkled and looked more like old cured meat that had been left out for too long than a young person's skin.

He glanced at me, his eyes filled with regret and pity.

It's like when you see a really nice piece of candy at the market, and just as you reach out to take it, the vendor takes it away.

Yes, that's the look in their eyes.

Then he threw out a talisman.

The talisman exploded in the air, turning into a cloud of black mist that enveloped his entire body.

After the black mist dissipated, he was gone.

Ran.

I pursed my lips and decided to sneak back.

But it was too late.