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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

"Ah ah ah ah ah!" Huang Mingzhuo stepped back in shock, making a sound of disbelief from deep in his throat.


So many zombies, so many fierce blood-red eyes, so many ghostly claws reaching towards him...


Though the yard was filled with buried bodies, these were not yet refined, so why did they suddenly turn into zombies?


Huang Mingzhuo retreated in terror, clutching the Peach Wood Sword in his hand, while his other hand grabbed the yellow paper from the table, hastily using his finger dipped in vermillion to draw a talisman.


Hundreds of zombies slowly dragged their feet toward Huang Mingzhuo. They seemed unaware, thoughtless, attracted only by the living breath.


Huang Mingzhuo, with decades of cultivation as a master, managed to quickly finish drawing a stack of talismans in the face of immense fear, randomly grabbing a handful and stuffing them into his pocket while the other hand held the Peach Wood Sword, retreating to find an opportunity to escape.


Chapter 166 Ignoring a House Full of Zombies and Hacking at Me Instead (Part 1)