The Direct Daughter of the God of War: She Can Crush the World with Her Palms and Not Feel Aggrieved

Name: The Direct Daughter of the God of War: She Can Crush the World with Her Palms and Not Feel Aggrieved
Author: Tuanzi Is Me, I Am Tuanzi

by Tuanzi Is Me, I Am Tuanzi

ongoing Ancient Romance Martial World Action Female Lead

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About This Novel

Shen Qingci, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Yong'an, was secretly replaced by an evil servant when she was born, and was abandoned in the wilderness. However, she was adopted by Xuan Jizi, a great master who had gone into seclusion. For eighteen years, she lived with Qingshan as her neighbor and made friends with swords and books. Not only did she read a lot of poems and books, but she also used her unparalleled talent to master her master's lifelong martial arts. At the age of 18, she broke through to the realm of "Martial God" that the world looked up to. You must know that there are only a few great masters at the top of the world. Third-rate strength is already the ceiling for ordinary people, and she has long been a legend that is unique in the world. After Xuanjizi passed away, the Yong'an Marquis Mansion came to find her and took her back to the capital. But no one in the Hou family recognized her as her true daughter: the mean mistress sneered at her as a "mountain village girl", and Shen Mingzhu, the hypocritical and fake daughter, framed her every day, and even the servants in the house dared to boss her around. Shen Qingci didn't bother to argue - you say I'm vulgar? She tiptoed to the ground and jumped over the eaves of the Hou Mansion. Her light skills shocked the people in the courtyard to their knees and trembled. You framed me for stealing? She raised her fingers to gather her energy, and with a ray of inner strength, she knocked the fake daughter off the pillar, making her lies self-defeating. Are you blocking my way? She swept the wind with her palm, and the thick stone door shattered with a sound, and no one dared to say anything as the rubble flew.