At Seven, I Returned to the Village to Lead the Ancestor-Worship Ceremony

Chen Yang had been the greatest prodigy in the Daoist sect for a thousand years.

He excelled at everything from Daoist arts and martial arts to feng shui and physiognomy.

Just as he defeated the sect’s elders and was about to inherit the title of the sixty-second Heavenly Master, he unexpectedly transmigrated.

Now a seven-year-old child and despairing over his situation, he was astonished to discover that he had not only gained a System.

His seniority was also astonishingly high!

“Great-great-granduncle, the village will fall into chaos without you.” An eighty-year-old begged Chen Yang to return and take charge.

“Great-great-great-granduncle, you must preside over our Chen clan’s ancestral rites.” The burly village chief bowed before him in reverence.

“Great-great-great-great-granduncle, our village’s future rests in your hands!” Even the twenty-year-old youngsters treated little Chen Yang as their idol and role model.

By chance, the entire scene was captured by a TV crew, and the whole internet erupted.