Xiao Yingying, the last successor of the Mystic Sect, died of exhaustion after suppressing the Netherworld. When she opened her eyes again, she had become the biological heiress who had been deliberately switched at birth in 1975 and abandoned in the countryside of the Northwest to fend for herself. Her adoptive mother abused her, the villagers bullied her, and the fake heiress watched her like a hawk. Everyone was waiting for her to rot in the dirt.
What they didn't know was that she possessed the [Heaven's Justice] System. She wielded mystical arts of the highest order in one hand and life-saving medicine in the other, while mastering ancient martial arts and keeping a mountain of secret identities.
Her adoptive mother wanted to sell her off for a bride price? Xiao turned around and made sure the woman's own son got a prison sentence to last him a lifetime. The fake heiress wanted to ruin her reputation? Xiao made her expose her own disgrace in front of the city's elite. Her biased family demanded she give up an opportunity? Xiao promptly covered her enemies' living room with commendation banners. “Does it sting? Get down on your knees and call me Daddy.”
Everyone thought she was a country bumpkin they could push around. Until...
A top military official bowed and handed her a classified file. “Comrade Xiao, please take a look at this appointment letter for Dragon Group Zero.”
A renowned physician of Chinese medicine performed a formal disciple's bow in front of everyone. “Teacher, only you can cure this difficult case.”
The head of an ancient martial arts family led his people in kneeling to welcome her. “We respectfully welcome our grand-aunt martial arts master back!”
The family who had once treated her like trash now knelt in the pouring rain, begging desperately. “Yingying, please give the family one more chance...”
Xiao Yingying raised an eyebrow languidly and waved the red booklet in her hand. “Too late. I'm the nation's darling now.”
Meanwhile, the battle-hardened head of Dragon Group, who fought shoulder to shoulder with her, carefully draped a coat over her and said in a low voice:
“Wifey, which enemy spy hideout should we take down first today? I'll carry the rocket launcher for you.”
An effortlessly cool, top-tier powerhouse versus a fiercely loyal male lead. Secret identities, being adored by everyone, and fighting enemy spies: nonstop face-slapping action.