A Three-Year-Old Genius Believes in Science, Reads the Future, and Storms the Military Region

When Shen Nian'an was three, she opened her eyes and found herself transformed from the master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion in the cultivation world into a pitiful child who couldn't even get enough to eat.

Her parents died in the line of duty, her grandfather was far away in a northwestern military district, and all around her were terrible relatives eyeing her parents' compensation money.

No matter. She had a knack for fortune-telling.

"Niannian, are you telling fortunes?"

"Of course not! Niannian believes in science! This is probability and statistical analysis!"

With that, the three-year-old counted on her fingers and predicted:

The neighbor's missing pig is behind the old locust tree west of the village.

The village chief's son is going on a blind date, but that woman is destined to bring her husband bad luck.

The county seat is going to flood. It'll happen within three days.

The whole village: ???

She says she believes in science, but her predictions are more accurate than those of the blind old fortune-teller in the village!

Her terrible relatives want to steal the compensation money? She'll tell your fortune and make you cough up every ill-gotten cent yourself.

Someone tries to stop her from finding her grandfather? One fortune, and you'll be in serious trouble in no time. Out of the way.

The northwestern military district has tight security? No problem. She's already worked out which gate guard on duty today has the softest heart.

Shen Nian'an makes her way from a poor mountain village all the way to the residential compound at the northwestern military district.

When the white-haired old man crouches down, trembling, the little girl reaches out her hand:

"Grandpa, Niannian came to find you."