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The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Memories surged like a tide into her head after she was reincarnated, and she found out who she was... A complete pushover. Her name was Beiting Huang, a direct descendant and third-generation descendant of the Beiting Dynasty. Her fearsome reputation stretched across all nations on the continent. She was a girl, but she was disguised as a boy for some reason. Everyone was also after her wrist... to hack it off and take the bracelet she wore, which was actually a high-level spiritual item that concealed her gender. Everyone included her own brothers. Her brothers were fighting and killing each other, tearing the dynasty apart in the process... and she happened to be caught in the crossfire. Mercy? Did the old Beiting Huang not beg before she died? Did they spare her when she did? An emotion that was not hers stirred within her body, and Beiting Huang knew it was the old Beiting Huang's grief. In her mind, she assured her: Don't worry. Since I've reincarnated in your body, I shall avenge you. Your death will not be senseless! After those words, the old Beiting Huang's emotions faded. Now, there was only one Beiting Huang. She was the underworld's king, a mercenary lord who slaughtered and plundered with the world at her feet. Reincarnated into the fearsome Beiting family as its 'useless’ ninth son, the world's riches were once again in her grasp. She cultivated impossible abilities, contracted with magical beasts, and possessed a mystical dimension. She also trampled over gods and demons as and when she liked. Cold and handsome, her very presence was proud and magnificent, causing the world to fight for her affection.

Heavenly Charm · General
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1620 Chs

It's A Beauty's Invitation, I Can't Say No

Editor: Atlas Studios

There was really no way to say "no" to a beauty's invitation. Beiting Huang walked over and sat down next to him. The fragrance of tea wafted into Beiting Huang's nose through the night breeze through the window. The rich spiritual energy immediately made his eyes light up and his mind clear. Before Beiting Huang could react, a hand picked up the teacup on the table and brought it to her lips. A soft voice sounded in her ear. "Come, have a sip!"

A cold feeling spread throughout her body. With just one sip, her limbs and bones felt as if they were soaking in a hot spring. It was so comfortable that Beiting Huang sighed and lay on the couch, not wanting to move anymore.

She glanced sideways at Yan Ye. This guy seemed to be able to turn into a painting no matter from which angle she looked at him. Only the heavens could create such a masterpiece. Brush and ink could not draw one-ten-thousandth of his good looks.