During the Nan Chu era, the cultivation world is divided among three great powers, with Kunlun, Penglai, and Shu Mountain reigning supreme. Yet no one knows that the Demon Lord Jinmie, who nearly turned the Three Realms upside down three hundred years ago, used his lifeblood as a catalyst before his death to lodge a remnant of his soul inside the newborn daughter of his sworn enemy, the Kunlun Immortal Venerable.
But no one could have imagined that when this remnant, destined to unleash bloodshed and chaos, awoke, it would become a babbling three-and-a-half-year-old girl.
She clutches the Kunlun Immortal Venerable’s robe and blinks her big, round eyes, turning “I’m going to blow up Kunlun” into “I want to make a little pinwheel.” She raises a wooden sword infused with demonic energy and fiercely scolds her sect elders in a babyish voice: “Hand over the candied hawthorn, or I’ll spank you!” She secretly adds croton seeds to the Penglai immortal envoy’s tea, then throws herself into her immortal father’s arms and pouts, “He stole my candy. He deserves to be punished.”
The entire cultivation world knows that the Kunlun Immortal Venerable’s little daughter is a little menace, yet all of Kunlun dotes on her. Only she knows how badly her tiny body trembles when she dreams each night of the bloody past.
Then one day, the seal weakens, the remnants of the demon race emerge, and they point at her and call her “Your Excellency.” The entire cultivation world is thrown into an uproar.
With a candied hawthorn in her mouth, she tilts her head and looks from her father’s livid face to the fearsome demons. Suddenly, she bursts into tears. “Daddy! They’re being mean to me!”
The Immortal Venerable draws his sword and shields her, his gaze icy. “Anyone who dares lay a hand on my daughter will have to answer to my sword first.”
Behind him, the little girl he is protecting secretly wipes away her tears.
