The Good-for-Nothing Legitimate Daughter Slays Her Way to Power with Her Spatial Realm

Back from the depths of hell, the good-for-nothing legitimate daughter goes on a rampage with her pocket dimension

I’m the queen of pocket dimensions in the apocalypse, and I’ve transmigrated into the body of a poor girl whose spiritual root was stolen.

My family sees me as a disgrace? I’ll empty their thousand-year-old treasury.

The white-lotus junior sister steals my fiancé? I’ll play the recording of her tryst for everyone to see.

By the time they’re on their knees begging for forgiveness, I’ll have grown a peach tree in my spirit field.

“Why are you crying? I’ve only just started turning the soil.”

A bone-chilling cold.

Consciousness returned before her senses, pressing heavily into a boundless darkness. Ling Xi “heard” a sound: not the snarls of zombies or the hum of the base’s energy tower, but the monotonous patter of liquid dripping, tap, tap, striking the ends of her nerves.

Then came the pain.

It wasn’t the sharp agony of torn flesh, but a hollow, endless ache from deep within her body, left behind after something tied to the very source of life had been forcibly carved away. Her limbs felt like empty sacks drained of all strength. Even lifting a finger was a struggle.

She jerked her eyes open.

Before her was a rough stone wall beaded with cold, damp droplets. Beneath her lay dry grass that stank of rot and dug painfully into her skin. It was a narrow, gloomy cave, its only light the bleak daylight filtering through sparse vines at the entrance.

Fragments of memory stabbed into her mind like ice picks.

Ling Susu, the legitimate daughter of the Lingyun clan, born with an exceptional wood spiritual root and once hailed as a once-in-a-century genius. Three days earlier, at the family’s spiritual-root testing ceremony, her fiancé Ye Chen, celebrated as the hope of the sect, had personally used a dagger coated in cold poison...