The Number One Little One in the Immortal and Demonic Realms

The old Demon Venerable had fallen. The news shocked all the demon kings across the land.

Everyone wanted to become the new Demon Venerable, so they hurried to the Demon Palace as fast as they could. But on the Demon Venerable's throne sat a tiny child, as adorable as a jade figurine, surrounded by people and gazing up at them.

Wasn't this the Demon Venerable's foolish son?! How had he become like this?

It turned out that when the Demon Venerable fell, he had passed all his cultivation to his son. But the power was too strong and had to be temporarily suppressed, shrinking the protagonist, who had been eighteen, down to his current size. They could only wait for his cultivation to grow so he could gradually return to his original appearance.

The new Demon Venerable was a child. Although he wasn't foolish anymore, the others still refused to accept him. So, with malicious intentions, they proposed attacking the cultivation world, hoping the new Demon King would be killed by the cultivators and they could reap the benefits.

But the little Demon Venerable sighed and asked, "Do you know why the demon realm hasn't been able to develop?"

Everyone stared at him in confusion.

The steward beside him took out a ledger and began going over everything from the relative strength of the two sides to military expenses and the demon realm's economy. Everyone grew dizzy listening, until at last the little Demon Venerable slapped the table and made the final call: If we can't outcompete others, then we'll develop ourselves!

So a group of demon cultivators were forced to put down their butcher's knives and pick up sickles. They began growing spirit plants, setting up schools, and building factories.

The protagonist, who had just transmigrated, breathed a sigh of relief: Great, I managed to bluff my way through.

Everything else was manageable. The only trouble was that the demon realm was dark all year round, which made it unsuitable for growing spirit plants.

Rumor had it that the leader of the righteous path had a bright pearl by his side that could serve as a sun and moon. The little Demon Venerable sneaked in personally to steal it, only to be caught.

Looking down at the little bundle who'd quickly crouched down, hugged his head, and cried that the Immortal Venerable was killing a child, the usually cold Immortal Venerable's brow twitched. To his surprise, he felt a pang of sympathy.

Later, the immortal palace gained a young master. Bright pearls, mountain-moving seals, and other treasures were nothing but toys the child could throw away whenever he pleased.

Theme: Even in harsh circumstances, keep striving and find solutions to problems