The Three-Year-Old Taoist Granny Is Here, Big Shots, Make Way!

Perfected Master Taichu has been kidnapped and forced to become the bandit chief’s Daoist priest!

When the news reached them, everyone in the Yunque Immortal Sect exchanged stunned looks.

Their sect leader, the foremost figure of the Daoist sects, the man every Daoist priest in the world would have to kneel before, was now pinned down on a mountain by Fairy Piaoling of the neighboring Piaopiao Temple and forced to be her husband.

“Senior Brother, what about Junior Sister?”

Three-year-old Ning Shuhe chewed on a milk cake. A Hongmeng Chaos Jade Pendant hung around her neck, a Qiankun Ice Silkworm Silk brocade bag was slung over her back, and the sun, moon, and stars on her Daoist robe glittered. Her hair was tied into two little buns, a red ribbon fluttered behind her, and she clutched the Evil-Slaying Horsetail Whisk, which could sweep away every demon.

At the fortune-telling stall beside the marriage tree on Lingxi Mountain,

Ning Yanting and his squad of bodyguards stood ready for action. From afar, they saw a little girl being carried by an old Daoist priest as he drifted down leisurely on auspicious clouds.

“Daddy?”

The little girl tilted her head. “Master said a bad woman caught him and made him her husband.”

Ning Yanting: “...”

Ning Shuhe said in her childish voice, “Do you want to learn the Dao too? From now on, just call me Daoist Granny.”

The four great families of Canglan City all fell to their knees.