The Max-Level Sword Sovereign Is Reborn, and Her Entire Sect Is Blessed With Luck

Reborn as a good-for-nothing girl whose spiritual bones have been stolen, she looks at the five soul marks in her palm and sneers. The five old monsters she casually saved in her previous life have actually become the Heavenly Dao’s chosen “master-raising farm”? The first master’s heir in medicine and poison was tricked by a scumbag into becoming an idiot. The second master’s Buddhist son bloodline became a demoness’s cultivation furnace. The third master, a Mahayana sword cultivator, spent three thousand years groveling to his enemy... Are the so-called Children of Fortune ascending by sucking the fates out of the people around her? When she tramples the golden threads of fortune, cleaves the wheel of destiny, and strings the so-called darlings of the Heavenly Dao into candied hawthorn skewers to impale on the Immortal-Slaying Formation... The Lord of the Nine Hells presents the Book of Life and Death: “Your Majesty, your disciple’s grand-disciple is due to be reincarnated.” The ancestors of the five great immortal sects kneel and beg: “Sword Sovereign, please teach us how to raise disciples!” And the ancient Demon God she casually resurrected is jotting things down in a little notebook: “Today, Little Wushuang made three Children of Fortune cry. Merit earned: three thousand.” Only then do the myriad heavens realize that the good-for-nothing junior sister they mocked is actually an unofficial employee of the Underworld, guardian of an ancient Demon God, and the very embodiment of a loophole in the Heavenly Dao’s rules... Ji Wushuang points her sword at the heavens: “Who says Children of Fortune can’t be killed? I specialize in dealing with the Heavenly Dao’s precious sons!”