A Three-Year-Old Cultivation Master, With Her Doomed Parents Ready to Take on the World

In her previous life, Song Yuanrong cultivated immortality. In this life, she became a three-year-old child. That night, in their dilapidated thatched hut, Song Yuanrong lit a candle. In its dim light, she shared half of her coarse flatbread with her father, then took a few little nibbles with her baby teeth. She couldn't bite through it. She was hungry, and that made her even angrier. She put the flatbread aside and pointed at the four characters pasted on the wall not long ago: “Heaven rewards diligence.” It was the only piece of calligraphy in the house, stuck to the earthen wall with rice paste. In her little baby voice, she asked, “Daddy, do you know what these four characters mean?” Her father set down his book and said ominously, “When Heaven's reward arrives, you'll have worked yourself sick. So, if there's a road to the heavens, take it while you can. If you want to get what you want, diligence alone isn't enough. You have to be ruthless.” Song Yuanrong: “...” Was that really what the saying meant?! Had poverty turned her father dark? Song Yuanrong made a little face. She thought that she ought to help her family earn more money in the future. Too much hardship could turn a person dark. Her father was already being raised all wrong, and he was harder to fool than most. He might even drag her down with him. Still, all he wanted was for his daughter to live a peaceful, happy life. He changed his tune. “I was wrong. It means that Heaven rewards the diligent, and hard work will eventually pay off.” He smiled and rubbed Song Yuanrong's head. “My daughter should be hardworking, too.” Song Yuanrong had no idea what her future held. But at least for now, she knew she had to help her family earn some copper coins. They couldn't starve to death.