The Three-Year-Old Taoist Girl Comes Down the Mountain to Save Her Cannon-Fodder Father and His Family

I'm three years old, and I'm the boss of my Taoist temple.

Yesterday, I read the signs and saw that my birth father's entire family, whom I've never met, was about to be wiped out.

I packed my magical tools overnight and charged down the mountain with a peachwood sword on my shoulder.

My birth father stared at the little girl and fell into deep thought. "Isn't my daughter only three?"

I pulled out my compass and slapped it on his desk. "No more questions! Buy this baby ten pounds of lollipops, or you won't live another three days!"

The next day, the whole family from the lollipop company came to our door in tears. "Master! Please scold us one more time!"