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

The moment the sect's protective formation lit up, the entire Heavenly Sword Sect erupted in chaos.

Three elders appeared in front of me instantly.

Without even drawing his sword, he teleported, appearing in a flash.

Elder Wen Zhiya was barefoot and lost one of his shoes while running.

Elder Jingyuan had disheveled hair, which was still covered in ash.

Elder Wangji, carrying a broom, looked murderous, like an old man who had been sweeping for thirty years and suddenly found something to sweep.

"Someone has broken into the sect!"

Elder Wen Zhiya's voice carried an excitement that came from finally having something to do.

The senior brothers flew down on their swords.

—Suning was shirtless, his abs showing in neatly arranged squares, like small cakes.

The Green Wood Spirit Sword hung beside him, its blade gleaming with a faint green light that complemented his chest muscles.

Yan Chuan wasn't wearing a shirt either; his abs were a bit deeper than Su Ning's, like an ancient sculpture that had just been unearthed.

Her skin is also a shade darker than Suning's, probably from being exposed to the heat in the kitchen all year round.

The Crimson Flame Heavy Sword steamed in his hand, casting a red glow on his bare upper body, making him look like freshly cooked braised pork.

—Murong Zhuo was dressed neatly and smelled fragrant, probably from applying some kind of perfume before bed.

His peach blossom eyes were especially alluring under the moonlight; anyone who didn't know him would think he had just returned from a matchmaking event.

The Thick Earth Sword hung behind him, its golden light illuminating his face like a painting.

Gu Chenguang had also put on his clothes, but he had put them on backwards.

He held a notebook in his arms, a pen tucked behind his ear, his expression serious as if he were going to participate in a sect competition.

The Frost Sword flew automatically beside him, emitting wisps of cold air that made his clothes, which were inside out, flutter loudly.

—Shen Qingchen arrived last, but he was the first to block my way.

Dressed in white, her hair perfectly styled.

He stepped down from the sword, which automatically hovered behind him, its silvery-white light brighter than moonlight.

He walked up to me, looked me up and down, and asked in a low, deep voice, "Are you alright?"

Su Ning knelt down and cupped my face in her hands: "Are you hurt?"

"Where are the hands? Where are the feet? Where are the arms and legs?" Yan Chuan counted.

"Is your head still intact?" Murong Zhuo asked a very strange question.

Gu Chenguang didn't speak. He was flipping through the notebook, but his hand was trembling, and the pen tip left a long ink mark on the notebook.

"I'm fine," I said. "He's outside the formation; he didn't come in."

Elder Wangji has already flown out to investigate.

It circled the mountain peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect three times, like an owl patrolling the night.

When he returned, the bald man's face was reflected in the moonlight, but his expression was very somber.

"The intruder escaped with minor injuries. He was at least at the Void Refinement stage."

Elder Jingyuan frowned: "A Void Refinement stage assassin? Coming to capture a three-and-a-half-year-old child?"

Elder Wangji squatted down and looked at the bloodstains on the stone steps outside the mountain gate: "It's Yuexia Chanyin."

I asked, "What do you mean?"

Elder Wangji looked at us and explained:

"This is a forbidden technique, specifically designed to disturb the sea of ​​consciousness and confuse the Daoist mind."

"The higher one's cultivation level, the easier it is for inner demons to be stirred, leading to a deep entrapment in illusions and eternal damnation."

He paused, "But for those with lower cultivation levels, the effect is actually less pronounced. Because you don't have any inner demons to attract."

"Although Xiao Pin'er is young, her Chaotic Spiritual Root has all five senses, allowing her to perceive subtle fluctuations that ordinary cultivators cannot detect."

"So the caster used the sect's grand formation to induce a resonance in her spiritual platform at a specific frequency, hoping to make her walk out on her own."

Elder Wen Zhiya squatted down and looked into my eyes: "What did you hear?"

I scratched my head: "It was just a sound. Very soft, like someone was chanting something. I couldn't understand it, but it was very unpleasant to listen to. Like someone was pricking my ear with a needle."

Elder Wen Zhiya nodded and stood up:

"Although the formation can block physical attacks, it cannot stop this frequency of probing."

"Although you are young, you have sensed subtle fluctuations that ordinary cultivators cannot detect. Others would not be able to hear that sound at all. But you heard it."

I blinked. "So it's because my ears are too good?"

"More or less." Elder Wen Zhiya nodded.

"Is it my ears' fault?" I asked again.

"No," Elder Wen Zhiya shook his head, his tone serious. "It's your curiosity that's to blame."

I lowered my head and said, "Oh~~"

"But being curious is normal." Elder Wen Zhiya's tone suddenly softened. "Let alone a three-and-a-half-year-old, even a three-hundred-year-old cultivator would go out to investigate if they heard strange noises. It's human nature, not your fault."

Elder Jingyuan nodded: "It's normal for children to be curious. When I was three hundred years old, I would go out to see what strange noises I heard. Later, I found out that it was Wangji chanting scriptures."

Wangji glanced at him: "It's not surprising that I chant scriptures."

Elder Jingyuan: "Who said that? When you chant sutras, your tone fluctuates, like you're wailing at a funeral."

Elder Wangji: "That's just a way of chanting scriptures in Zen Buddhism."

"It sounds like a ghost's scream anyway."

Elder Wen Zhiya interrupted them: "Let's get down to business."

Elder Wangji chanted a Buddhist prayer and turned to look at the distant night sky.

"But they missed tonight. They'll come back again."

Elder Wen Zhiya looked at Elder Jingyuan and Elder Wangji:

"From today onwards, someone must stay by Xiao Pin'er's side."

Elder Jingyuan said, "I'll stay during the day; I'm more energetic then, but I can't stay awake at night."

Elder Wangji said, "Then I'll take the night shift. I'm young, I can endure it."

Elder Wen Zhiya glanced at him.

Elder Wangji remained unfazed: "Being two hundred years younger is still being young."

"..."

The senior students gathered around.

"What about us?" Su Ning asked.

Elder Wen Zhiya glanced at them.

"You guys...keep her company while she trains. Golden Core cultivators are too weak. If a Void Refinement cultivator comes to capture her, and you few Golden Core cultivators rush in, are you just feeding her or putting on a show?"

The senior students fell silent.

The silence conveyed the same message: the elder was right.

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Back at the entrance of the cave.

I climbed onto the swing and sat down.

The swing swayed gently.

The moonlight was still so bright.

I took out the Demon Realm Token and infused it with a wisp of magic.

Shadow Seven emerged from underground.

This time it was slower than usual, like it was being woken up from a nap.

Half of its body emerged first, followed by its head, like a mushroom growing out of the ground.

"Your Highness."

"Shadow Seven, please pass on a message to my brother."

"Please speak."

"Someone came to capture me just now. They were at least at the Void Refinement stage. They didn't catch me; they were bounced away by the formation. But I'm afraid they'll come back."

Shadow Seven's expression changed.

Although his face was originally bluish-gray, it became even more bluish, like a piece of moldy tofu.

"Also, tell him... I didn't go out on purpose, I just glanced at him. I really only glanced at him."

Shadow Seven was silent for a moment.

"...Young Master will be angry."

"I know. So when you talk to him, be nice and gentle, and it's best to talk to him when he's in a good mood."

"When is the young master in a good mood?"

I thought for a moment: "When he makes money."

Yingqi fell silent for a moment, her lips twitching slightly.

Then he turned into black mist and disappeared.

The fog dissipated faster than usual, probably because it was in a hurry to get back and report.

The swing continued to swing.

"Junior Sister".

Suning appeared next to the swing at some point.

He was finally dressed and his hair was combed, but his expression was still very serious.

"Third Senior Brother."

"Don't go out alone next time," he said. "Call me if you need to go out."

I looked into his eyes, and there was no blame in them, only worry.

"Okay," I said.

He reached out and ruffled my hair as he always did.

The pressure remained the same, but I kneaded for a long time.

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the next day.

The sect leader received the communication talisman.

It was personally passed down to him by Elder Wen Zhiya.

It described in detail what happened last night: the time, place, process, characteristics of the assassin, the magic used, and the method of escape.

It was written like a standard case report, with clear organization and precise wording.

Wei Cangxuan only replied with one sentence:

"Understood. I'm investigating, don't worry. Keep a close eye on Xiao Pin'er, don't let her go out. If she does, break her legs—the limp kind."

After reading the reply, Elder Wen Zhiya remained silent for a moment.

"What does 'the soft kind' mean? Does it mean breaking it and then putting it back in, or just cutting the tendons without breaking the bones?"

Jing Yuan came out and thought for a moment, then analyzed it in a serious tone:

"In my opinion... it's just a superficial injury, nothing serious. Although the sect leader has a sharp tongue, he still can't bring himself to hurt Xiao Pin'er."

Elder Wangji nodded: "Amitabha, that makes sense."

The next moment, all three elders looked at me at the same time.

The look in his eyes meant: You try running.

I was eating breakfast, with a steamed bun stuffed in my mouth.

Its cheeks are bulging, like a hamster storing food.

Feeling three death stares, I looked up at them, blinked, and continued chewing.

The three elders: "…………"