The Three-Year-Old Junior Disciple Is a Star, Carrying Her Down-and-Out Sect to Victory

“The sect is nearly bankrupt, and a pauper like you thinks you deserve spirit milk? Hand it over!”

The wicked neighbors kicked in the threshold to collect their debt, reaching in to snatch the food set aside for the little one.

The senior brother drew his broken sword. “Touch her, and I’ll cut you down today!” Everyone clenched their teeth and guarded the child with all they had.

Three-year-old Xiaojiujiu fell into the mud, then suddenly heard a rumbling belly growl from behind the mountain.

The little one fished out half a hard wheat cake from her pocket and ran toward the back mountain on her tiny legs. “Big doggy, don’t cry. Here, eat this. Then your tummy won’t hurt.”

The ancient ferocious beast, sealed for eight hundred years and so hungry it was crying, looked at the wheat cake before it and swallowed it in one gulp. Touched on the spot, it transformed into a black dog, wagging its tail and offering to be her mount!

The next moment, the little dumpling came riding down from the sky on the dog. “Big Black, the bad guys threw iron bits at Master. Bite them!”

The black dog crunched up the bully’s spirit sword like a bean and swallowed it, scaring the bully into wetting his pants and fleeing.

The whole sect stared in disbelief. The little junior sister called this ancient great fiend... a well-behaved big doggy?