Fu Youxi endured for over ten thousand years, finally making it through her tribulation and becoming a god. But before she could even get comfortable, she died.
Reborn in a single day, she became a descendant of the Fu family a thousand years later, an indescribably useless good-for-nothing?
After her clan drained her blood and shattered her core, she swore to return and take revenge.
After all, as the clan’s founding ancestor, what she had in abundance was tens of thousands of secret arts accumulated in her mind over ten thousand years!
“The lost Soul-Sound Art mentioned in obscure old records? I was just humming to myself.”
“Alchemists are scarce, and pills are so rare they’re worth their weight in gold? I usually give them to my spirit pets as snacks.”
“The All-Knowing Talisman, which sees all the world, is impossible to find even at one star? Well...” Fu Youxi glanced at the tens of thousands of tiny, starry figures working for her, then laughed wildly.
The leading figures shaping the fortunes of every continent were descendants of her underlings.
The elders of the Xuanqi Hall, whose authority surpassed even the royal family’s, had once been junior attendants whom she casually guided a thousand years ago.
The Tiangang Big Dipper Formation, which even a group of peerless experts couldn’t budge, was something she could break with a flick of her fingers.
Fu Youxi accidentally let her secret identity slip. The Divine Ancestor had returned in full force, and the top figures from every field came one after another, weeping as they paid their respects. “Great Ancestor, you’re finally back! Waaaah!”
The “beautiful maiden” she picked up along the way looked oddly familiar.
“Handsome, I don’t have any spare bedding, so you might have to share my bed tonight~”
Late that night, Rong Qichi sensed a suspicious little hand sneak onto his waist and belly, rubbing and stroking...
