She was the strongest cultivator in the 24th century, but found herself transmigrated into a world dominated by magic and demon clans. She became a punching bag, oppressed by her family above and humiliated by her scumbag fiancé below… Want to torment her? Heh, she’ll soon teach them a lesson! Magic impressive? Thunderstrike talisman, turning you into ashes! Potions impressive? One furnace of pills, turning trash into genius! A million-strong army ruthless? Sprinkle beans to form soldiers, enjoy yourselves! She watches with a smile as those who seek their own destruction reap the consequences, for those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish! However… why does the beautiful and charming National Master always seem to be giving her “flirtatious glances”? The National Master: “After sleeping together for so long, now you’re pretending you don’t recognize me?”