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Yang Dao is an orphan. He does not speak much. He is so introverted that if not for his grades no one would have even known about him. 

One day it all changed. A red helicopter landed in front of him and a black-haired beauty walked up to him. She spoke in a joyful and emotional voice, "Young Master, this servant finally found you."
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Follow Yang Dao, a boy blessed by the heavens. A guy who was given four familiar spirits by the heavens.

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The Urban Dao Child.

While the family was contemplating whether the boy has entered a rebellious age or not. The Old Man from the Xiao family stood up and yelled, "How dare you threaten us. Do you think a mere child can smear the majesty of my Xiao family? Junior, you ought to know your limits."

Yang Dao retorted, "So, do you think a mere golden core bloke can waltz around in my family home? Be grateful that I have not put him on a leash yet."

He refused to back off, the reason why all of a sudden this calm child lost his grip was the vexing feeling that was being pent up in his heart ever since he tackled Xiao Jin, however, the feeling was getting heavier after he discovered the army of Daemons in the sector. On top of it, these people came here to dance around throwing their weight and the young man even dared to talk loudly and behave out of line with the ladies of his house. How dare they?

Dare You.