Can you believe this? The Zixiao Spirit-Burning Flame smashed through my stove, and now the Heavenly Dao, the Three Pure Ones, and the two Western sages are ganging up on me, a Chaos cotton puff who's afraid of pain?!
Too bad for them, a touch of soot makes me itch so much that even the big shots cry. One chapter, one scheme; seven days to drive the Primordial World crazy!
My adorable three-step strategy will have them eating out of my hand:
The Yin-Wind Old Monster kidnaps the little cook? I tangle him up with fibers dusted in soot. He itches so badly he rolls around and crashes into the stove, then sobs as he returns her and pays three baskets of sweet potatoes in compensation.
The two Western sages steal faith? I sell steamed buns in Chaoge and weave a canopy of cooking smoke, making them inhale enough fumes to turn their Nine-Rank Lotus Platform pitch-black. They sob as they buy a hundred buns to purify it.
Laozi steals fortune? I weave a "fortune-balancing net" from my hair and exquisite heart, then redirect fortune to mortals. Hungry people find grain, the sick get back on their feet, and Laozi gets pelted with rotten vegetables as people tear off his robe!
(A-Rong's inner thoughts: "I hurt so much I'm bawling, with snot all over my face! But seeing the Three Pure Ones tied up like dumplings, and the Heavenly Dao squatting by the stove to watch the fire for me, makes me think even a scaredy-cat can go wild!")
Hook: The Heavenly Dao begs me, "Collect the soot! Make the Three Pure Ones work as stokers!" But just as I nod, the Three Pure Ones bring Spirit-Burning envoys to destroy my stove. Next chapter: I'll weave an "itching-and-crying grand formation" out of soot and make them all kneel and call me "Little Ancestor A-Rong"!
A pain-fearing cutie versus a gang of bullies, soot and the warmth of everyday life crushing the immortal path;
The Heavenly Dao isn't evil. The warmth of everyday life is the foundation of mortals, and protecting people means protecting balance;
Emotions: frustration → hilarious laughter → catharsis → anticipation through the roof. Not a dull moment!
