Quick Transmigration: I'm a Superstrong Saintess, Who's Afraid of Whom?

“I heard the new mortal is so frail they can’t even look after themselves.” The spirit-testing stone was crushed to pieces! “I heard the new mortal has terrible aptitude.” The little one was very confused. “I only gave it a push. Why did all the senior brothers start spitting blood?!” Her master told the little one to tidy the room. The house got demolished. Her master told the little one to sweep the courtyard. “Huh? Where did the house go?” Her master told the little one to practice swordsmanship. Staring at the blacksteel sword twisted into a pretzel, the little one protested miserably, “I only swung it a few times...” Life is hard. All you can do is sigh! What can you expect, when she’s his little powerhouse?