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Wolf-Raised Cub with a Space: Surviving the Disaster Years

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After three long years of drought, the Cangyun Country finally welcomes the prophesied blessed girl—the one foretold by a Daoist priest to change the fate of the nation. But fate is cruel. The blessed girl, Shen Ningning, is stolen and abandoned in the deep mountains just after birth. Though she is later taken in by a kindhearted family, her days are filled with relentless verbal and physical abuse from a vicious aunt, pushing her to the brink of death. At last, unable to bear the sight any longer, a passing wolf pack carries the fragile child away—and from that moment on, she is fiercely cherished and protected. And little Ningning is no ordinary child. The wolves have nothing to eat? No problem. With billions of supplies stored in her interdimensional space, food and clothing are never in short supply. A long drought leaves rivers dry and crops withered? She simply summons the Spiritual Spring to nourish the entire mountain. Too poor and lacking money? One Spirit Grass fetches a thousand taels of gold, and wealthy merchants compete to buy from her. An enemy nation dares to invade? No need to worry—she quietly produces gunpowder and sends them flying into the sky. When a scheming “white lotus” tries to steal her identity as the blessed girl, her powerful birth family finally arrives. Her biological father—the Prime Minister—dotes on her without restraint and punishes the wicked without mercy. When asked about her dreams, Shen Ningning answers without hesitation: “To raise Langlang, earn lots of money, save lives, and crush scoundrels!” Meanwhile, the hot-tempered Crown Prince Mo Lingwei watches over her silently. “My dream,” he says, “is to protect my Ah Ning—even if it means giving up the entire kingdom.”
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