The Naughtiest Little Dumpling on Mount Kunlun, Doted on by the Three Pure Ones

[Primordial World + Mind Reading + Adorable Beloved Child + The Three Pure Ones Get Along + Green Lotus Takes Human Form + Logical, Though With Plenty of Original Worldbuilding] Jiang Ruan transmigrates into a drab “stone egg” beneath Mount Kunlun, only to be seized on the spot by the Three Pure Ones, the Sages: Laozi strokes his beard and declares, “This egg is destined to become my disciple.” Yuanshi Tianzun snatches it away with a cold expression. “It was formed from Jade Purity's immortal light. It should take me as its master.” Tongtian Jiaozhu points his sword at his brothers. “By the rules of the Primordial World, whoever wins the fight gets it!” The day the shell cracks, the Three Pure Ones fall silent at the sight of a tiny, three-headed-tall child curled up inside. Jiang Ruan clutches her own Green Lotus leaf and trembles. [Help! The Three Pure Ones, who'll turn against each other in the future, are the ones who've been rubbing my eggshell every day?] [But they look so brotherly. They don't seem like they'll ever split up and turn against each other. Should I try changing the Three Pure Ones' fate?] Once the Three Pure Ones start raising Jiang Ruan, Mount Kunlun's whole vibe changes: The Taiji Diagram becomes a baby carriage, Pangu's Banner swaddles the little one as it wanders around Mount Kunlun, and the Zhu Xian Sword becomes her personal fruit peeler. Yuanshi Tianzun, his twelve-bead crown messed up from being tugged at, teaches her to read. “This is the character for ‘slay,’ not ‘pig.’” Tongtian Jiaozhu peels spiritual fruit with the Zhu Xian Sword. “Whoever dares call Ruanruan chubby will have their cave abode cut to ribbons!” Even Hongjun crouches in front of little Jiang Ruan with the Jade Disc of Creation in his hands. “Call me Grandmaster, and you can live in the Purple Cloud Palace. I'll even let you use the Investiture of the Gods as a coloring book.” Faced with Hongjun's blatant attempt to win her affection, the Three Pure Ones draw their swords in unison. “Master, the Primordial World doesn't do grandparent favoritism!”