When five-and-a-half-year-old Jiang Niannian crouched by the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect, munching on candied hawthorns, the passing sect leader mistook her for a lost mortal child. Kindheartedly, he handed her a spirit-measuring stone. Crack! The stone shattered.
The entire sect was stunned: a natural immortal spirit body, a once-in-a-thousand-years cultivation genius!
From then on, the number one sect in the cultivation world had a tiny little junior sister.
While others flew on swords, she floated by on a flying carpet shaped like a marshmallow.
While others formed hand seals and chanted spells, she pulled out a rattle and gave it a shake. Every demon within a hundred miles collapsed on the spot.
While others needed a hundred years of hard cultivation to ascend, she took a nap. When the heavenly tribulation struck, she rolled over and kept sleeping, and the storm clouds dispersed on their own.
“Just who is this little ancestor?” her senior brothers whispered, trembling.
Jiang Niannian sucked on her baby bottle and said in a babyish voice, “I’ve been catching demons since I was three. Didn’t you know?”
When the demon world heard that Qingyun Sect had a toddler celestial master, it sent a ten-thousand-year-old great demon to test her. Demons surrounded the mountain, black clouds covered the sky, and the whole sect braced for battle.
Jiang Niannian had been woken from her nap and was very unhappy.
She walked out through the mountain gate, carrying her little floral cloth bag. She took out some crumpled talismans, tossed them at the crowd of demons, and shouted in an adorably fierce voice:
“Behave, or I’ll call my mommy!”
Ten thousand demons prostrated themselves, and the Demon Emperor offered a hundred years’ salary as her New Year’s gift on the spot.
Her senior brothers exchanged glances. “Who exactly is her mother?”
Jiang Niannian blinked. “My mom, of course. Her surname is Yan, and her given name is Wang.”
