The good for nothing little miss

Pain spread through every inch of her body. Su Yunluo believed she was dead, but the intense agony coursing through her veins proved her wrong. The pain clawed its way into her consciousness, pulling her from the depths of her darkened world.

"Get up, you piece of trash! Can't even handle a little hit?" Meng Yang's irritated roar echoed, his eyes fixed on the motionless figure of the frail girl sprawled on the cold, bare floor.

The "little hit" he referred to was the infamous five-palm str. ke, capable of reducing even the burliest of men to yelps of pain.

"Who dares speak to me in such a manner? Is someone tired of living?" Su Yunluo's thoughts seethed inwardly.

Summoning all her strength, she managed to sit up, her eyes fluttering open with great effort. The scene around her was far from what she expected, leaving her stunned and at a loss for words.

"Could it be... I've been transported to another world?" The question spun in her mind, unanswered, hanging in the air like a whisper of possibility.

One thing that made her suspect it even more was the change of the world qi around her. It is of better quality than her previous world.

Surveying her surroundings, her gaze fell upon the source of the insult. A young man of about sixteen stood there, a fierce glare in his eyes. Beside him, a blue spirit wolf exuded an aura of power with its massive claws and long fangs.

Then, there was a striking young lady of seventeen, accompanied by a fiery red Guilin whose arrogance emanated from its posture and flame-like eyes, hinting at a glimpse into the future.

Su Yunluo does not know them, but judging from their attire she knows they came from a wealthy aristocratic family.

She clearly remembers that she and her comrade were in a fierce battle with a group of the devil.

The deil who are stronger and bigger than demons which she is accustomed to kept attacking her group. More precisely, they were attacking her

The devil's relentless attacks, seemingly controlled, had relentlessly targeted her and her comrades, appearing out of thin air.

Each clash inflicted wounds that festered with evil qi, gnawing at her body and strength and corroding her.

Soon her comrade died one by one leaving only her.

On the brink of death, Su Yunluo activated all her cultivation. It paid off by giving her another chance to live.

Her soul transmigrated into the body of a young ugly girl who just died.

Reflecting on her current state, Su Yunluo examined her cultivation level and was met with a near-death shock. The transmigration had erased her years of progress, demoting her from the goddess of cultivation to a novice level.

The once-revered "Goddess of Cultivation, Mischief, and Beauty" now found herself as unremarkable as dirt. It was a blow to her pride that struck deeper than any wound.

As memories flowed like a river into her consciousness, they unveiled the story of a young, fragile girl rejected by her family—particularly her grandfather, who favoured male heirs. Females were deemed worthless in his eyes, as their innate weakness warranted fewer cultivation resources.

In this world, females grovelled before males, pandering to their whims without question. Amidst this oppressive family, only her parents had shown her love.

But due to tragic fate, her mother died during childbirth and her father is always away running errands for his other.

It had been years since she'd last seen him.

With these fragmented recollections, she pieced together her new identity—Meng Xiao. The two tormentors were her cousins, who bullied her and turned her into a punching bag, subjecting her to their latest techniques.

She learned she was fifteen—an absurd revelation, given her memories of being over two millennia old in her past life.

Misfortune seems to follow her and fate had never been kind. In her previous existence, she was a street urchin, surviving through thievery until taken in by cultivators. Now, in this new life, her fate remained unchanged—a wretched existence.

Rising resentment for the fading soul of Meng Xiao fueled Su Yunluo's resolve. She vowed to avenge her, now utilizing her body.

"Good for nothing" and "Trash" would never befit her.

As Meng Xiao continued to ignore him, Meng Yang's frustration boiled over. As one of the most promising of the third generation, he was used to respect and fear from those older than him. But Meng Xiao had shattered that expectation and bridged that gap, refusing even to acknowledge him. Disrespect had its limit.

With Meng Yang's temper nearing explosion, Meng Xi seized her chance, kneeling before her younger brother.

"Brother Yang, allow me to discipline her on your behalf." Meng Xi's face twisted into a sinister smile, resembling a demon from the abyss.

She couldn't miss this chance to bully Meng Xiao, her eagerness apparent. She'd patiently waited for Meng Yang to leave so she could indulge in her sadistic satisfaction.

Observing Meng Xiao's indifference, her excitement peaked.

"Discipline her? I'd love to hear her scream till her voice gives out," Meng Yang spat, his gaze dripping with hatred as it fixated on Meng Xiao.

"Make her suffer until she screams her lungs out.'

A wicked grin curved across Meng Xi's lips as she replied, 'With pleasure, Brother Yang.'

With an incantation that resonated power, Meng Xi summoned the mid-level fire spell 'Blazing Fire.' Slowly, the temperature around the training ground shifted, a testament to the potency of the spell.

The spell is so powerful that Meng xi takes a portion of the fire element from her spirit beast to fuel the spell, she crafted a fiery orb, the heat radiating in fierce waves.

Meng Xi's desperation for her brother's favour led her to any means necessary, even exchanging Meng Xiao's life for jewellery and gold coins. Unknown to them, Meng Xiao, once feeble, had evolved into a goddess over two millennia.

No longer the helpless girl, Meng Xiao remained unmoving, her gaze locked onto the immense fireball.

Intense heat assaulted her skin as the blazing orb crackled with volatile energy, seemingly ready to be launched at any moment. But unexpectedly, Meng Xiao defied expectations.

In contrast to her usual submissive demeanour, she remained seated, fixated on the fiery sphere, her expression unreadable.

Unknown to the Yang siblings, the young woman before them was not the same girl they remembered. She was a deity with centuries of life experience.

As Meng Xi readied to launch the fiery projectile.

A figure came out from the crowd of servants clad in tattered clothes.

Even though the figure is injured she still manages to break free from the crowd.

The figure was no one else than Luo Li, Meng Xiao's maid. She has been tortured by Meng Xi and insulted by the other maids who think she is stupid for standing by the useless young miss who can't even protect herself. Luo Li immediately knelt as tears dripped from her eyes, She had already acknowledged the young miss as her older sister and they both shared a deep bond. A bond is closely related to a sisterhood.

"Please spare the young miss," Lou Li begged at the top of her voice.

Meng Xiao was moved by the display of loyalty from her 14-year-old maid, who had endured torture for standing by her side.

Meng Xi felt irritated by the sight of Meng Xiao's maid.

'Leave or perish,' Meng Xi's voice dripped with irritation as she ordered Luo Li away.

Luo Li got up and walked to Meng Xiao.

Luo Li clung to Meng Xiao, tears streaming. 'I'm sorry, Master. Your Luo Li isn't strong enough to protect you,' she sobbed, her embrace unyielding.

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Don't forget to check out my other work: "Taming the Billionaire Werewolf," a romantic tale that'll captivate your heart.

And "Rise of the Transcendent: A Journey Of Cultivation and Revenge.

It is a fantasy novel of a Male lead.