Jiang Wan was speechless. Why did that feel a little like an insult?
No, she had only just entered the First Layer of Qi Refining, and this system was telling her to defeat the Sword Venerable? Wasn't that complete nonsense?
She could do without this Innate Sword Embryo!
That man was the Sword Venerable, and he even had some Demon Slaying Sword. At her current size, barely bigger than a soybean, wouldn't she be walking right into getting slaughtered?
Defeat him, then spare him?
No, she couldn't go.
With that thought, she began sliding downward in True Lord Leng Feng's arms.
"Daddy, I'm not going. I want to go back and find Mother."
She should just go home and find her mommy. That was the Sword Venerable!
She had read plenty of cultivation novels. Sword cultivators were all emotionless killing machines. They definitely would not go easy on a little bean sprout like her.
Seeing that she suddenly no longer wanted to go, Leng Feng patiently coaxed her before leaping through the air and arriving at the entrance of the main hall.
"Be good, Wanwan. You are the daughter of me, True Lord Leng Feng. Don't be afraid. Show some presence."
Jiang Wan thought about it and realized he was right. The system said she was a Villainous Supporting Female. By the logic that disasters lasted a thousand years, shouldn't she at least have a three-thousand-year lifespan ahead of her?
Holding her biological father's hand, she entered the hall. To one side sat a white-bearded old Daoist in white robes, his aura restrained. He looked like an ordinary old man.
Beside him stood a little boy about her age, his face stern, with a flying sword on his back that was a whole head taller than he was.
With just these two, it was obvious at a glance who the Myriad Sword Sect's senior disciple was.
Following her biological father into the hall, Jiang Wan saw the white-bearded elder immediately break into a smile upon seeing the father and daughter.
"Ha ha ha ha! I heard long ago that the Myriad Talisman Sect Master had found his biological daughter. This little girl must be your daughter, then. Not bad, not bad.
Why do I feel that she is fated with our Myriad Sword Sect? How about sending her to our Myriad Sword Sect to practice the sword?"
True Lord Leng Feng sat in the seat of honor and had someone bring Jiang Wan a little stool. Jiang Wan obediently sat down and listened as her father said:
"True Lord Bitter Sword, don't jest. My daughter's spiritual roots may be ordinary, but her comprehension is exceptionally high. At such a young age, she can already perform Qi Induction. With such fine comprehension, the talisman path naturally suits her better.
Sword cultivators suffer too much. I cannot bear to let my daughter endure that hardship!"
True Lord Bitter Sword shook his head. He had sensed lingering Great Dao Sword Intent from the little girl. Logically speaking, she was still so young, a child whose bone age was merely four. That should have been impossible!
But he did not wish to miss out on good material, so he took out a flying sword and handed it over.
"Very well. Since this is our first meeting, I have nothing much to give her. This Flying Flower Sword shall be a gift for the little girl!"
Seeing there was a gift to receive, Jiang Wan's eyes lit up as she looked at her biological father. Could he give her a hint first?
True Lord Leng Feng smiled faintly and nodded. "Since True Lord Bitter Sword is giving it to you, accept it."
As he spoke, he took out a sword talisman. "A gift deserves a return. This sword talisman is for your fine disciple."
True Lord Bitter Sword nodded with a smile and had his disciple accept it. Then his eyes shifted as he said:
"What a coincidence. My eldest disciple also performed Qi Induction today. Why not let the two of them spar?"
True Lord Leng Feng cursed inwardly, As expected of sword cultivators. They fought wherever they went, not even sparing a three-year-old child.
"I think we should forget it. They are both so young. What could they possibly get out of a spar?"
Jiang Wan immediately raised her tiny hand.
"Daddy, Wanwan wants to try."
The little brat across from her was actually the Myriad Sword Sect's senior disciple. He looked no more than three or four, just like her. Wasn't this basically delivering equipment right to her doorstep?
She refused to believe that, with the soul of an adult older sister, she could not bully a child.
Before True Lord Leng Feng could agree, she had already taken off on her short little legs, running toward little Dong Chen across from her.
Future genius senior disciple of the Myriad Sword Sect, hurry up and let big sister bully you properly.
Thud! She crashed straight into him, hugging him tightly as she knocked him beneath her.
Little Dong Chen had never expected that the frail-looking, adorable girl opposite him would crash into his arms and knock him down.
He immediately tried to get up, but Jiang Wan would not let him.
"Big Brother, admit defeat and I'll let you up."
Little Dong Chen kept a stern face. His master had said that as long as he still had one breath left, he absolutely could not admit defeat.
"I won't!"
Jiang Wan got up and straddled his waist, using both tiny hands to seize little Dong Chen's wrists and pin them over his head.
"Then I won't let you get up. Admit defeat, and I'll let you up!"
Little Dong Chen pursed his lips. His chubby baby-faced cheeks remained stern, and his little mouth was stubborn as iron.
"I won't!"
As he spoke, he struggled to roll over. The two little bundles rolled several times across the hall like tumbling gourds, but the heavy sword on little Dong Chen's back weighed him down. When Jiang Wan pinned him beneath her again, he could not get up.
Jiang Wan held both of his wrists with one tiny hand and asked him:
"Will you admit defeat?"
This kid was clearly a stubborn mule. She had to beat him into submission while he was still young.
Dong Chen stubbornly refused to yield.
"I won't!"
Jiang Wan said, "Fine. You forced me to do this."
With that, she reached beneath his arms and gave him a fierce tickling. She refused to believe there was any child who was not afraid of being tickled.
"Ah, you—hahahahahahaha! Ah, hahahaha, hahahaha!"
"Will you admit defeat? If you don't, I'll keep tickling you."
Little Dong Chen's stern face had turned rosy red from laughing. Only now did he look like a child his age.
"No, I won't—hahaha, hahahahahahaha!"
When his daughter rushed out, True Lord Leng Feng had wanted to stop her. But seeing the two children now, his face was filled with nothing but amusement.
"Let go of Brother Dong Chen!"
Jiang Yao ran in on her short little legs. Seeing the future Sword Venerable Dong Chen straddled beneath Jiang Wan, that Great Demon, with her hands all over him—
She was so furious she nearly exploded. With memories of her past life, she cultivated twice as fast with half the effort. She had just completed Qi Induction when she heard that people from the Myriad Sword Sect had arrived, and she immediately thought of Sword Venerable Dong Chen, who would later achieve the majesty of a supreme Sword Venerable.
When Jiang Wan killed her in her previous life, Sword Venerable Dong Chen had still been alive. He had even forged the peerless immortal artifact, the Demon Slaying Sword.
Unfortunately, she had never seen him cut Jiang Wan down with his sword. In this life, she had hurried over to befriend the future Sword Venerable in advance, only to witness this scene. She was furious beyond reason and rushed forward to shove Jiang Wan.
Jiang Wan was still straddling little Dong Chen. When she saw Jiang Yao rush over and push her, she frowned.
Was something wrong with Jiang Yao's head at such a young age?
But then she had an idea. She went with the push, fell to the floor, and began wiping tears away as she cried, saying between sobs:
"Oh dear!
Boo hoo hoo, Brother Dong Chen, you even called for help. You can't afford to lose, you're being a sore loser. Fine, this time you win."
It was childish, admittedly, but judging by how the little guy would rather die than admit defeat, he definitely would not agree with her.
She sat on the floor and cried. Then little Dong Chen flipped himself up, pursed his lips again, and wore a solemn little face. He glanced at Jiang Yao, then looked at Jiang Wan crying on the floor and said:
"I am a man, standing tall beneath heaven and earth. I don't need help, and I don't need you to let me win. You won this time. We'll compete again next time. I'll definitely defeat you openly and honorably!"
What kind of children were these? That final "openly and honorably" felt rather pointed, thank you very much.
[You easily defeated Sword Venerable Dong Chen, leaving him without even a chance to draw his sword. Mission complete. Mission reward: Innate Sword Embryo. Please find a quiet place, Host, and fuse with the Sword Embryo to forge your body and increase your physical strength.]
Jiang Wan seemed to have figured something out.
Sword Intent Forging Soul strengthened the divine soul.
Sword Embryo Forging Body strengthened the physique.
With that in mind, she sniffled as she prepared to stand up, when a pair of little hands reached over to help her.
Little Dong Chen was somewhat flustered. He hurriedly helped her up, his voice soft and uncertain.
"Don't cry, don't cry.
How about I let you touch my great sword? My great sword is really powerful."
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