My Yuanying Has a Poisonous Tongue and Hurts Me Every Day

Lin Zhao gave birth to a baby at the age of thirty, relying not on talent but on elixirs. At the baby-making ceremony, the whole sect was cheering. Only he knew that the Nascent Soul that emerged from his Dantian was three inches tall and wearing flowery pants. He opened his mouth and cursed: "Your Dantian's aura is as turbid as sewers. I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes living here!" His Nascent Soul has a poisonous tongue. But this poisonous tongue has its own [Eye of Truth], which can see through the memory, flaws, and cause and effect of all things at a glance. The harsher the scolding, the more serious it seems, and the harder the beating. During the sect competition, he scolded "Qingxiao's No. 1 Sword" until his Taoist heart collapsed; when he went down the mountain to experience, he saw through the secrets of the Xuantian Sect's three thousand monks at a glance; facing the catastrophe of "emptiness" that devoured people's hearts, he used "infinite resonance" to unite with the Nascent Soul, the troll, and scolded the twelve faceless people until they knelt down crying, begging for mercy, and remembering that they had a name. Yuanying, the hard-spoken and soft-hearted troll, the parallel importer who has been inferior for thirty years, the five-year-old girl who has a clear sword and a clear heart—— This is a story in which the host and the Nascent Soul fight and coexist with each other, using "talk" to destroy the heart, and using "truth" to destroy the calamity.