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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.

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Nangong Shou, You Better Swear

Editor: Atlas Studios

"You!" Nangong Shou was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He didn't expect Beiting Huang to be so despicable. He wasn't as open-minded as Ximen Song and Dongfang Ao. He saw Beiting Huang as a thorn in his side. If Beiting Huang hadn't shouted at the top of her lungs, the Divine Hall of Judgment wouldn't have interfered. "Brat, it's none of your business whether I swear or not."

"Sir Nangong Shou, you should swear. I'm waiting!" Ximen Song's entire person was like a pine tree under the moonlight. Even if he was sitting in a place like the Wanderer's Camp, the undulating Soul Breaking Mountain Range could be seen from the window. However, when he saw Nangong Shou, he was reminded of this scene. The clear moonlight shone down, and the sound of flowers blooming could be heard. The fragrance of the night incense wafted in through the window, and everything seemed blurry and beautiful.