Everyone’s a Cannon Fodder, but She’s Out to Slay Gods and Defy Heaven

After transmigrating into a cultivation novel, Lin Tingyue always thought she'd landed in a sweet romance.

Her husband was gentle and considerate, a leading figure among the righteous sects, devoted to her and true to her alone.

Until, on their wedding night, he ran a sword through her neck, peeled off her skin, carved away her flesh and bones, and used her Dao bones to forge an unparalleled sword.

"Don't be afraid. It won't hurt," he said gently. Then he mastered the Ruthless Dao, ascending straight from the Golden Core Realm to the Nascent Soul Realm.

Lin Tingyue: ??? This isn't how the story is supposed to go!

The King of the Underworld saved her soul, and she returned to life in another body. She threw herself into a run-down sect so poor it couldn't afford a pot to piss in and began cultivating from scratch. She made pills and poisons, drew talismans, raised chickens and foxes, and looked after her senior brothers. Five years later, the man who had killed her to prove his Dao had become the sect leader of the world's greatest sect. He sent out invitations far and wide, inviting cultivators everywhere to celebrate his succession ceremony.

Lin Tingyue slapped the invitation on the table. "Let's go give him a congratulatory gift."

She'd pay for it with his life.