The Metaphysics Clan's Beloved: The Three-Year-Old Ancestor Is Cute but Can Fight

The founding master of the Mystic Sect was reborn as a tiny toddler three thousand years in the future.

She drew talismans, forged magical treasures, and wielded a divine sword as she cut down her enemies. She thought she could lead her sect to greatness, but who could explain why the entire sect was obsessed with raising a child?!

Stop spoiling me! I don't want cute clothes, pastries, bedtime stories, or you rocking me to sleep! And another thing! Don't call me junior sister! I'm your founding master!

Her newly accepted disciple was obedient and sensible, winning Jiang Cangcang's heart, until she learned the truth.

"The leader of the Xuanming Sect?"

"That's me."

"The Regent of the Dayong Dynasty?"

"That's me too."

"The young disciple Su Rijin of the Wuxi Sect?"

"Still me."

The sly, handsome fox of a man pressed closer and closer. "Master, you always dote on your juniors. Would you let this disciple overstep his bounds just once?"

Jiang Cangcang replied with a single word: "Get lost."