Quick Transmigration: The Face-Slapping Formula

Fuxi lost a fan. She could not remember where it came from, but she had loved it and carried it with her for years. She had nurtured it until it gained a mind of its own, so how could it simply disappear?

That would never do!

So Fuxi followed the fan down into a small world. The small world... had collapsed? With no other choice, she sent her divine sense into the small world to look for it.

What should she do when people kept picking fights with her? A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years. But she was no gentleman. She liked her revenge served right away.