When four-year-old Su Nuo was brought back to the mountain by the destitute Xuanyou Sect, everyone in the sect aged a decade overnight from worry.
The sect was so poor it could barely scrape by: one cracked furnace, half a sack of coarse grain, and four disciples in patched clothes.
They were already struggling to make ends meet, and now there was one more little mouth to feed.
Then the little dumpling crawled over and touched the broken sword that had been her eldest senior brother's for ten years.
The cracks in the blade healed instantly, and tiny starry lights shimmered across it.
She played all night with a basket of unwanted discarded pills. The next day, every last one had turned into a top-grade pill!
The whole sect was in an uproar: She wasn't a burden at all. She was a little lucky star sent from heaven!
From then on, the Xuanyou Sect made a complete comeback.
Others spent years of painstaking effort refining artifacts, but one touch from the little dumpling could turn a broken relic into a supreme-grade treasure.
Others risked near-certain death when they encountered demon beasts in the mountains, but the beasts bowed their heads obediently at the sight of her and brought her spiritual materials and treasures as gifts.
At the sect tournament, she casually swung her little sword and took first place, winning enough food for the sect to last half a year.
The major sects competed to recruit her, offering a hundred spirit stones as a monthly allowance, a personal alchemist, and even a position as a peak master.
Su Nuo clenched her little fists and hid behind her eldest senior brother, refusing in a babyish voice: "I'm not going. My senior brothers still need to save up to repair the main hall."
But when her ancient star-spirit bloodline was exposed, the entire cultivation world rose up against her, eager to kill her.
Every member of the Xuanyou Sect stood guard at the mountain gate with swords in hand, ready to protect their little darling with their lives.
Su Nuo climbed step by step to the mountain peak, summoned the stars of the nine heavens, and tempered her body in the lightning tribulation.
Her tiny figure stood atop the peak. Her voice was soft, yet every word rang out with force:
"Try laying a finger on my sect."
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