The Fake Heiress Steals My Destiny? I’ll Crush Her with Farming

Sang Qizhi, the foremost divine farmer of the cultivation world, failed her tribulation and transmigrated into the body of a true heiress who had just been brought home to a wealthy family.

Her real family despised her for being too countrified, and her brothers doted only on the fake heiress.

Even worse, the whole family had conspired to drain her fortune through evil magic, all to extend the fake heiress’s life and make her a star!

Sang Qi gave a cold laugh.

Whoever wants to stay in this wretched rich family can stay. Whoever wants to be a human blood bag can do that, too!

She tore into the fake heiress, threw down a severance letter, took her money, and went back to the mountains to buy a barren hillside.

The Jiang family mocked her as one. “Without the Jiang family, all she’ll ever do is shovel manure in some village. Sooner or later, she’ll come crawling back on her knees!”

But the whole internet was waiting to laugh at her, and then things started getting wildly out of hand.

She casually set up a spirit-gathering formation, and the outrageously expensive cabbages she grew had top billionaires from around the world spending tens of millions just to get one!

The free-range chickens she raised all over the mountains had the patriarchs of ancient martial arts families fighting over a taste of their soup!

Even her offhand feng shui tips on livestream drew countless masters of the occult, lining up on their knees to beg her to take them as disciples!

Later, the Jiang family suffered the backlash of stealing her destiny. They went bankrupt one after another and were plagued with illness.

Her awful parents and brothers finally realized they had cast out a true divine being. They wept bitterly and crawled to the edge of the barren mountain, begging for forgiveness.

Sang Qi lounged in a grand armchair, stroking the hellhound at her feet. “No members of the Jiang family or dogs allowed. Get lost.”

Just as the whole internet was reeling at the terrifying connections of this country girl, Huo Weilou, the ruthless and all-powerful richest man in the capital, pinned her against a tree, his eyes red. “Sang Sang, I’ll offer you a trillion-yuan fortune as your bride price. Will you take care of my meals for the rest of my life?”