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

Although I'm not afraid of having my legs broken.

But with my senior brothers watching over me, I couldn't go anywhere.

They not only followed along, but also practiced extra.

—Practicing horse stance. Suning accompanied him.

Previously, I would have acupuncture for half an hour every day, but now I have to have it for an hour and a half.

Before the treatment was even finished, the legs were no longer legs, but two noodles, so soft they could be twisted into pretzel shapes.

Su Ning stood beside me, striking the sword steadily and powerfully, while explaining her swordsmanship insights to me as she practiced.

He spoke with great enthusiasm, while I listened with gritted teeth.

—Running uphill. Yan Chuan followed.

I used to run ten laps, and I still run ten laps now.

But if you run too slowly, you'll get a spanking.

Because Yan Chuan was leading the way with a spatula, not out of breath, and would occasionally turn around and say "Keep up".

When I can't keep up, his spatula will land on my butt.

It doesn't hurt, but it's embarrassing.

After running ten laps, I was panting heavily, but he remained calm and even asked me, "Do you want to do two more laps?"

—He brandished his sword. Murong Zhuo sat beside him, watching intently.

He used to sit next to me and stare, looking at himself in the mirror.

He still sits there staring, but he no longer looks in the mirror; instead, he uses a peach blossom branch.

It's those long, thin peach blossom branches that bloom in spring, are cut off in autumn, and are so sharp they hurt a lot when you hit them.

My sword strike went slightly off-target, and "smack!" it hit my hand.

It's not serious, but it hurts.

And it always hits the same spot.

I suspect he wasn't teaching me swordsmanship, but rather training his own eyesight and hand speed.

—A medicinal bath. Gu Chenguang was in charge.

They also put in some random, miscellaneous things.

This new formula not only smells bad, but it also hurts.

The water in that bucket was almost black and smelled even worse.

It smelled like a hundred kinds of stinky things simmered together for a month.

I stuck one foot in, then immediately pulled it back.

It wasn't cold, it was painful, like being bitten by a hundred ants at the same time.

"What is this?" I asked, covering my nose.

"Elder Wen's treasured recipe," Gu Chenguang explained earnestly. "It was used by Bai Jingxin, the sect leader of the Yuling Sect, for her natal beast, the Xuan Yue Spirit Fox."

I looked at the bucket of water, and then at Gu Chenguang.

"Is this for the spirit fox?"

"Yes. It works very well. After soaking, the Xuan Yue Spirit Fox's fur became three shades brighter, and its speed increased by forty percent."

"But I am not a spirit fox."

"Anything a spirit fox can use, a chaotic spirit root can also use; they're both primates, so they're pretty much the same. Besides, you're more valuable than a spirit fox."

I was silent.

What he said seems to make sense.

"Hurry up and soak him, then it'll be Little Flame Mastiff's turn. He needs to level up too."

I glanced at the little Flame Mastiff lying on the ground.

It looked at me, its eyes saying, "Don't look at me, I'm just a dog."

I took a deep breath, held it, and submerged myself in the bucket.

pain.

It really hurts.

The pain was so intense that I suspected Sect Leader Bai Jingxin had a grudge against Elder Wen, and that this prescription was for revenge.

— He sat in meditation. Shen Qingchen watched.

Shen Qingchen sat next to me, watching me meditate while reciting the sword manual and mental techniques to me.

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, neither too fast nor too slow, like a gentle river.

But the problem is...

His voice was too flat.

Soothing, like a lullaby.

Whenever I doze off, he taps me on the head.

Not heavy, but accurate.

Every time, just as I'm about to close my eyes, there's a "thump," like a wooden fish being struck in a temple.

He probably learned the technique from Elder Wangji.

—Eating. The whole clan watched.

Yan Chuan gave me two extra pieces of meat.

I guess they think I'm too miserable and need some nourishment.

But the way other people looked at me was like they were looking at a prisoner who had failed to escape.

Elder Wen Zhiya would glance at my bowl every now and then to make sure I hadn't secretly hidden any braised pork.

They probably thought I'd sneak out in the middle of the night to feed the little Flame Mastiff and sneak out myself too.

I can not stand it any more.

"I'll just stay home, won't I?" I said, poking at the rice in my bowl with my chopsticks. "It's not like I have to go out. The sect is great; there's food, drink, and a swing. Can't I just stay home?"

The senior students all shook their heads.

Their rhythm was perfectly synchronized, even more so than the sword formation of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"No," Su Ning said.

Why?

"This time it's protected by the sect's grand formation, but what if it's not next time?"

I thought for a moment: "So, I'll stay in the sect forever?"

"That won't work either. Can you stay in the sect for the rest of your life?" Yan Chuan asked.

"Why not?"

"Because you still need to go out and find your mother," Murong Zhuo said.

I was silent.

He was right.

Gu Chenguang opened his notebook: "According to the analysis, Junior Sister's biggest problem right now is that her cultivation level is too weak."

"The early stage of the Golden Core realm is not considered weak in the cultivation world, but compared to the Void Refinement stage, it's practically nothing."

He paused.

"But cultivation level can't be improved in a day or two."

"Therefore, the most realistic goal at present is to at least advance to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm."

"The chances of escaping during the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm are at least 50% higher than those during the early stage."

I looked at him and said, "Sixth Senior Brother, it took you sixty years to go from the early stage of Golden Core to the middle stage, and you even consumed top-grade advancement pills."

I counted on my fingers.

Even if I were the luckiest woman, it would still take me several years, wouldn't it?

The senior students fell silent.

That silence means: You're right, but we don't want to admit it.

After a moment of silence, they said, "Then keep training. Physical conditioning will make you run faster."

I nodded and then shook my head: "No, even if it's fast, it can't compare to the Nascent Soul stage, the Deity Transformation stage, or the Void Refinement stage."

The senior students fell silent again.

The silence meant: she was right, but we still didn't want to admit it.

Elder Wen Zhiya sighed: "If one day you can run faster than the sect leader, then we won't have to worry anymore."

I looked at him.

"Elder, the Sect Master is at the Integration Stage."

"Um."

"It's a miracle that I can outrun a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Elder Wen Zhiya: "..."

Elder Jingyuan thought for a moment and said, "Then you should create a miracle."

I:"……"

Elder Wangji patted his bald head: "That's right! Look at you, didn't you create a lot of miracles before? Foundation Establishment in half a year, knocking away a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a single sword, demon beasts running away when they see you, having an extra repair lightning bolt during tribulation... What's wrong with one more miracle? You don't worry about having too many debts, and you don't itch when you have too many lice."

I almost cried: "...You might as well let me become the leader of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance."

The three elders exchanged a glance.

"Yes," Elder Wen Zhiya said.

I froze for a moment.

I just said it offhand...

Elder Wen Zhiya was very serious. He looked at me with an expression that seemed to say, "The future of the Heavenly Sword Sect depends on you."

"When you are strong enough, you can become the sect leader."

He paused, then said, "If you become the sect leader, you can become the leader of the Myriad Immortals Alliance. It's a rotating system."

I blinked. "If I become the leader of the Myriad Immortals Alliance, will I no longer be captured?"

Elder Wen Zhiya thought about it again.

"If you become the leader of the Myriad Immortals Alliance, more people will try to capture you. But their ranks will be higher."

"What does 'higher' mean?"

"At least they won't send someone at the Void Refinement stage. They'll be at least at the Mahayana stage."

I was silent.

"Then you still get arrested."

"Yes. But the presentation is different."

The cafeteria quieted down for a moment.

Then someone burst out laughing.

Then everyone laughed.

I:"…………"

At this time.

Wei Cangxuan sent another message.

This time it wasn't just text; it was a message with audio.

He probably felt that typing was too slow, or that there were too many words to write.

"Didn't Xiao Pin'er go out today?"

Wei Cangxuan's voice came from the communication talisman.

It's very noisy and chaotic.

There were sounds of spatulas stirring, oil sizzling, and someone shouting, "Where's the salt? Where's the salt?"

"No," I said. "They watch me even when I eat. They even watch me if I take an extra piece of meat."

"That's good."

"Sect Master, I'm doing extra training. Hellish extra training."

"That's good."

Me: "...Sect Leader, couldn't you say something else? Like 'You've worked hard,' 'Keep it up,' or 'I feel sorry for you'?"

The message talisman remained silent for a moment.

Then~~

He said, "You've worked hard. Keep it up. I feel for you."

I:"……"

I decided to change the subject: "Sect Leader, what have you found out?"

Wei Cangxuan: "There are more braised noodles on the southern route than on the northern route, but the stewed noodles on the northern route are better. They taste even better with pickled radishes from Yanchuan."

The air suddenly became quiet.

A slurping sound came from the message string...

I'm sure he was eating noodles.

Su Ning asked cautiously, "Sect Master, where are you now?"

"The God of Food Sect".

"Doesn't the leader of the Food God Sect need to investigate the case?"

"The Food God Sect isn't one of the five major sects, and we don't have any investigation missions, so he specially reserved a window seat for me." The sect leader's tone carried a hint of smugness. "We can see the spirit fields behind the mountain. The scenery is beautiful, and the food is delicious too."

Yan Chuan couldn't resist any longer and leaned closer to ask, "Is it good?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the message.

"It tastes better than yours."

Yan Chuan's expression froze.

"The new generation prodigy, Michelin, and Sect Leader Yue Yuanyuan personally oversaw the cooking. Michelin's knife skills are good, but his heat control could be a little lacking. Yuanyuan's soup base is truly excellent; I drank three bowls." The Sect Leader's tone was like that of someone writing a food review. "You haven't tried it before, have you? I'll bring you next time."

Yan Chuan bit his lip, his expression as if someone had stabbed him in the heart with a sword: "Sect Master, you've changed."

"Don't worry," the sect leader's tone suddenly became kind, as if comforting a neglected child, "I will still come back to eat your food."

Yan Chuan stopped biting his lips, and his eyes lit up.

"But not today," the sect leader added.

Yan Chuan's eyes darkened again.

"Not tomorrow. I don't know about the day after tomorrow. It depends on the situation. I'm busy right now."

The communication talisman was lost.

We looked at Yan Chuan, and Yan Chuan looked at the communication talisman.

He remained silent for a long time, then turned and went into the kitchen.

"I'll go knead the dough."

His back view was resolute.

Like a concubine who has fallen out of favor and decides to win back the emperor's heart with her culinary skills.

………………

night.

The senior students are all asleep.

The senior brother was on night duty.

He sat at the entrance of my cave, leaning against the stone wall, his sword across his lap, his eyes closed.

But I know he wasn't asleep.

His breathing was so even.

His movements were so even that it didn't seem like he was asleep, but rather like he was practicing martial arts.

I rolled over and stared at the cave ceiling.

Moonlight shone in through the cave entrance, drawing an irregular white square on the ground.

"Senior Brother."

"Um?"

Are you asleep?

"no."

"Then why are you closing your eyes?"

"Cultivation."

I remained silent for a while.

"Senior Brother, why do you think they chose me?"

Shen Qingchen opened her eyes.

The moonlight shone on his profile, highlighting his sharp features.

"Because you have a chaotic spiritual root."

"But it's not my fault that I have a Chaotic Spiritual Root. I was born this way. Just like you were born with a Heavenly Spiritual Root, it's all innate, so why should I be the one to be captured?"

Shen Qingchen remained silent for a moment.

"Because you're the best to use."

This answer is simple, direct, and without any euphemisms, but it's very honest.

"The Chaos Spiritual Root can absorb all the spiritual energy in the world, making it the best vessel for destiny. By refining you, they can obtain the greatest destiny of this era. That's why they chose you. It's not because you did anything wrong, but because you are too useful."

I was silent.

"Senior Brother, will you always protect me?"

"meeting."

Even if I'm slow?

"meeting."

Even if I'm a glutton?

"meeting."

Even if I sneak out in the middle of the night?

"Break their legs."

"……All right."