My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 664: Yangyang is a girl? 1
On the other side, far away in the Pacific Ocean, lay a small island—the very one Mo Yinhe had suggested Bo Leng use to establish a space base. It had an obscure name: Chaoyang Island. Yes, it was named after Su Chaoyang—a name he himself had given the island.
A year ago, someone had secretly established a Daoist Temple on Chaoyang Island and named it Mystery Sect.
The Mystery Sect was strictly prohibited on the Mu Continent.
However, the Mystery Sect had once been popular on the Mu Continent, establishing temples everywhere. Their development nearly rivaled that of the Dragon Temple.
To protect the Dragon Temple’s authority on the Mu Continent, the rulers later cracked down on the Mystery Sect, demolishing all its Daoist temples. This led to the Mystery Sect’s decline on the continent. Even those from the Mystery Sect with real power had no choice but to live in anonymity, with their tails between their legs.
Among them were four Mystery Sect elders. They were incredibly old, all ancestors with hoary beards, but their Mystery Sect practice of cultivating body and mind had granted them exceptionally long lives. Even the youngest of them was two hundred years old this year. They were all tenacious old-timers who had seen it all.
They were unwilling to see their Mystery Sect continue its decline, so they had long set their sights on a young child, grooming her with special attention.
When the child was very young, they shamelessly and secretly became her masters, imparting the principles of the Mystery Sect and teaching her everything they knew.
The child was highly precocious. At only five years old this year, she had already mastered much of the four elders’ lifetime of knowledge.
At this moment, the child was hopping and skipping up the mountain path. She wore an extra-small Daoist robe, her thick hair tied up in a bun at the back of her head. She looked fresh and tender, with cheeks like ripe peaches, so chubby one would be tempted to squeeze them. As she hopped and skipped, she also sang a mountain song.
Her song was clear, delivered in a sweet, childish voice: "Masters on the mountain, look this way! Look this way! Look this way! The little Daoist here is so cute. Please don’t pretend to ignore me..."
"COUGH, COUGH. ’She’s coming? Is she really coming?’"
Upon hearing the song, the four elders, who had spent years cultivating their minds and bodies, did not immediately rush down the mountain to see the cute Little Daoist. Instead, they acted as if they had seen a ghost. Moments before, they had been sitting in the yard soaking up the sun; now, they all rushed into their respective rooms to hide the treasures they had accumulated over the years.
Quickly! Quickly! Quickly!
If they were a step too slow and the Little Daoist saw their treasures, they would certainly be looted clean.
They had figured out that the Little Daoist was coming today to bid them farewell. And, just like a raider, she would take all their collectibles.
The Little Daoist had already taken too many of their things; they couldn’t afford to lose more, even if she was their most favored disciple.
The Little Daoist quickened her small steps and dashed into the Daoist Temple. With a CREAK, she pushed open the door and called out crisply, "First Master, Second Master, Third Master, Fourth Master! Yangyang has come to see you! And I brought you something delicious! First come, first served. If you don’t eat, I’ll feed it to the dogs!"
The Little Daoist carried a small bamboo basket on her back, filled with many little sweets.
The four elders had tasted all the delicacies of the world and wouldn’t bat an eye even if a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast were laid before them. Yet, they had regressed in their old age and grown especially fond of candy. This was likely because the Little Daoist, who always enjoyed sucking on a lollipop, had led the four old rascals astray. As a result, they too had no resistance to lollipops.
