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At five years old, the child from the metaphysical family is about to leave the mountain, and the bigwigs of the capital city have come out to see him off.
What's so great about a little dumpling?
Yun Xiaoqi innocently spreads his hands, claiming he never intended to show off his powers; his simple wish is to be a good child while subtly dominating all sorts of spirits.
Many oppose him during this time, and the "Little Celestial Maiden" Yun Ying teams up with various metaphysical leaders to continuously challenge him, only to be soundly beaten, losing face.
Finally, the bigwigs bow down in reverence: it’s we mortals who were blind and offended the little ancestor!
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The news of the little dumpling ruling over the metaphysical world reaches the Nether Realm.
The Lord of the Nether Realm frowns: this milky little master must be the youngest and most temperamental special envoy from the Nether Realm.
The little dumpling, carrying a lantern, walks among the mountains and rivers of the earth, guiding the souls with a proud stomp, declaring: Lord of the Netherworld is not much older than me, who are you calling childish!
The noble and refined Lord of the Nether Realm lands and transforms into a twelve-year-old boy, gentle as jade: whatever the little envoy says is right.
Yun Xiaoqi keeps waving his hands: nope, I'm just working here.

The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics

Yun Qiuce caught the meaning behind her words and couldn't hold back any longer, just about to let loose.


When a little voice calmly said, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, we'll just leave. However, I noticed everyone here has a darkened brow, indicating a disaster with bloodshed, just giving a friendly reminder. Especially this young lady," with hands behind, looking every bit the little master, focused attentively on Xu Xueyan, reaching out to tug her, "you have death energy above your head, facing a life and death test, it's best to watch your words at this time, perhaps it might offer a glimmer of hope."


"What the hell!" Xu Xueyan's forehead throbbed with anger, she shook off Yun Qi's hand and stood up, ready to hit.


Luckily, Mo Wanting, wanting to save face for everyone from prestigious families, quietly scolded, "Xue Nan, no violence."


Chapter 32: Having a Temper