Eight Fiancés from the Start, and Every One Gets the Crematorium Treatment

They all say Yun Zhixiao is a “human lightning rod,” born to be used.

Until the day she led ninety-nine heavenly tribulations to the summit of the Divine Firmament:

“A lightning rod? Wrong. I’m the Golden Cudgel.”

Eight young prodigies once treated her as a tool, but when faced with wealth and thunderous flames, they fell from their thrones for her, suffered shattered bones and white hair, renounced the secular world, and sold themselves.

“We’re willing to offer our innate divine powers in exchange for one smile from her.”

She just smiled. “We can talk romance, but the bride price is one trillion. No installment plans.”