The top metaphysical expert Sheng Wanwan died after being struck by her master's lightning tribulation. She transmigrated into the body of a baby, becoming the legitimate daughter of the Zhengu...
"Oh! Now that you mention it, I remember."
Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, the spiritual energy on the continent was abundant, and at that time, many people with spiritual roots were able to cultivate spiritual power.
They can control the elements of nature through cultivation, enabling them to fight with beasts and fly on swords. They can even achieve immortality and attain the realm of becoming immortals.
But later, a demon lord activated a great formation on Penglai Immortal Mountain, which was nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
When the grand formation ended, the spiritual energy in the world suddenly became scarce, making cultivation extremely difficult. As a result, it became very rare for people with innate spiritual roots to appear in this world.
My grandfather told me that in this world, if someone were to appear with innate spiritual roots, they would be fought over by all sorts of sects that cultivate immortality and Taoism!
Bai Ze also remembered the legend he had heard when he was a child.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Bin's eyes widened in astonishment. "Wow, I didn't know such a thing existed! Doesn't that mean Wanwan is a little fairy child born with spiritual roots? Maybe she can even cultivate into an immortal?"
"Probably! It's just a pity that spiritual energy is scarce on the continent now. Even if someone has spiritual roots, they can't cultivate into an immortal."
Si Ruier sighed with regret.
“Even if he can’t become an immortal, he’s still amazing! I remember there’s someone in our Zhong family who cultivates on Penglai Immortal Mountain. He returns to the family every year for the New Year. Did you know that? His mount is a spotted tiger. He can conjure things out of thin air, and he can catch ghosts and subdue demons. He’s incredibly powerful. A person like that would be worshipped by everyone wherever he goes!” Zhongli suddenly said.
"Really? Wanwan, why don't you go to Penglai Immortal Mountain to cultivate Taoism? Riding a tiger to catch ghosts and subdue demons? How impressive! I wish I had such a powerful friend!" Si Ruier said with a smile. She now regarded Sheng Wanwan as her friend.
Sheng Wanwan looked puzzled after hearing this: "Catching ghosts and exorcising demons? Riding a tiger? I can do those things right now! Why do I need to learn them?"
Sheng Wanwan spoke with a serious expression, while Bai Ze and the others exchanged glances but remained silent.
This kid is great in every way, except he loves to brag...
Although she summoned a pack of wolves to save them this time, they felt that this was because people with spiritual roots are naturally close to animals, but it didn't mean that she could actually ride a tiger and catch ghosts and demons!
In children's minds, tigers are solitary creatures, the kings of the forest, and how could a little toddler ride on their backs?
If she dared to approach the tiger, she would probably be bitten to death.
Seeing that no one believed her, Sheng Wanwan didn't say anything.
She didn't know the level of cultivators in this era, but she sensed that the spiritual energy in the air was thinner than in modern times, and she also knew that it would be difficult for people here to achieve anything in their cultivation.
Just then, dust billowed in the distance, and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves rolled in, accompanied by a cacophony of voices, breaking the surrounding silence.
Sheng Wenjin, leading over a thousand Imperial Guards and various officers and soldiers in charge of the case, arrived at the dilapidated temple in a menacing manner.
Their arrival brought a lively atmosphere to the once desolate and quiet dilapidated temple, but also a sense of unease.
The officers and soldiers filed in, and as soon as they entered the dilapidated temple, they were deeply shocked by the bizarre scene before them.
In the courtyard, thirty or forty wild wolves surrounded the thugs, baring their teeth and staring intently at them.
Those thugs who were usually arrogant and domineering, committing all sorts of evil deeds, were now slumped on the ground like wilted eggplants, their faces filled with terror and despair.
Upon seeing the officers and soldiers, they were as if they had seen saviors, and they all knelt down and begged for mercy.
Some people wept bitterly, crying out, "Sir, please arrest us! It's too terrible! Waaah..."
Some people kowtowed repeatedly, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Sir, we were wrong! We will never dare to do it again!"
Some were so terrified they were incoherent, repeatedly crying out, "Ghosts! Wolves! Monsters! Officials, save us!"
These thugs, who usually bullied the weak and feared the strong, were now like terrified quails, trembling and kowtowing repeatedly, begging the officers and soldiers to take them away quickly.
In contrast, the children in the main hall remained calm, showing no signs of being frightened by the scene, as if the people in the courtyard were not wolves, but a pack of obedient lapdogs.
Just as the leader of the Imperial Guards was about to order the wolves to be shot, Sheng Wenjin stopped him.
"Wanwan, let your friends leave! The soldiers can handle these bad guys!"
As soon as Sheng Wenjin finished speaking, Sheng Wanwan ran out of the dilapidated temple.
She walked to the wolf king, patted its head, and whispered a few words in its ear. The wolf king howled at the sky and then led the pack outside.
Upon seeing this, the officers and soldiers made way at the doorway and gripped their swords tightly, fearing that the wolves might go out of control and tear them apart.
However, the wolves didn't even glance at the soldiers before disappearing into the mountains.
Seeing that the wolf pack had truly left, all the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. Some of the more timid ones even felt their backs were soaked with sweat. They all put away their weapons and cast respectful glances at Sheng Wanwan.
The ability to control a wolf pack is simply incredible...
The leader of the Imperial Guards came directly to Si Ruier's side and knelt on one knee before her:
"Your Highness, I pay my respects! Your Highness, you have been frightened. Please come back to the palace with me immediately! The Emperor and Consort Rou are very worried about you!"
Upon hearing that Si Ruier was a princess, the children were all astonished and knelt down to kowtow.
Only Sheng Wanwan remained standing in place, looking at Si Ruier with a smile, and said:
"Sister Ruier, when you go back, don't forget to tell your father and mother about me!"
After Sheng Wanwan finished speaking, she winked at Si Ruier.
"Oh! Good! Wanwan, don't worry, I will tell Father and Mother that you saved me! I'll ask them to reward you!"
Si Ruier nodded quickly.
"Okay! I'll be going now! Goodbye, Sister Ruier, Brother Bai, Brother Zhong, Brother Qiao, see you again someday!" Sheng Wanwan said, turning around and taking Sheng Wenjin's hand as they walked outside.
"Big brother, let's go! Is Mother worried about me?"
"When I came out, Mother hadn't gotten up yet and didn't know you were missing! She's probably frantic with worry now that she's found you're gone! Let's hurry back!"
"Um!"
Si Ruier, Bai Ze, Zhong Li, and Qiao Bin watched Sheng Wanwan's departing figure, a smile appearing on their lips.
This little girl is both cute and capable; she's also their savior!
From now on, they'll be protecting this little girl...