Did Master Bring a Thousand-Year-Old Medicine Spirit Down from the Mountain?

[Fantasy Slice of Life] + [One Female Lead] + [Ensemble Cast]

[Heartwarming and Healing, Sweet Everyday Romance]

Xuanyao had always thought he was raising a little nuisance.

His master had dumped the little nuisance on him before running off. When he asked her name, she said it was Sanqi, because she'd been found on the seventh day of the third month. When he asked what “home” meant, she tilted her head, thought for a moment, then earnestly asked, “Home... what is that?”

Later, he discovered that this little nuisance not only had no idea what “home” meant, but also didn't know that spirit stones weren't meant to be gnawed on, that three-hundred-year-old medicinal herbs weren't snacks, or that she shouldn't run into a man's room at night in her sleeping clothes and say, “You promised you'd read me a story.”

His junior fellow disciple Liu Fenghua couldn't take it anymore. “Senior Brother, just admit it.”

Xuanyao asked, “Admit what?”

“You're clearly raising a little princess.”

Xuanyao lowered his head and glanced at Sanqi, who was sprawled across his book, drooling and soaking a corner of the page from Notes on the Awakening of the Spirit. He picked her up and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth with his sleeve.

“Maybe...”

But a page in an ancient text, stirred by the breeze, clearly read: “All plants possess spirit. A single plant, a single tree: the power of an entire clan, gathered to preserve a single spirit. The Spirit Clan may remain hidden, but once they emerge, their talent will reach perfection, unmatched under heaven.”