My Estate Was Confiscated and I Was Exiled, So I Turned the Ancient World into Rule Horror

[Historical fantasy + rules-based horror + face-slapping power fantasy]

You transmigrate into the body of a long-suffering legitimate eldest daughter, only to be beaten to death by your biased father under the family rules, and then have your whole family implicated and exiled to Ningguta?

Yan Wuchang gives a cold laugh and activates an absolute rules-based horror realm, turning the entire ancient world’s difficulty up to maximum.

Before the confiscation, she sets a rule: [Do not look directly at the Marquis’s residence gates. Violators will have all their property wiped out.]

The Imperial Guards’ commander glances at them, and the banknotes in his arms vanish. The emperor looks into the water mirror, and she devours the entire treasury on the spot!

In the imperial prison, she sets a rule: [Loud talking is forbidden. Violators must skip rope one hundred times while speaking in a shrill voice.]

The cold-blooded King of Hell prances about in public, flourishing his fingers like a courtesan, dancing with a pink fluffy jump rope in the death row cell and sobbing, “Yingyingying!”

Others face a slim chance of survival in exile. She dons red dancing shoes, ignores the steel prison gates, and hauls away five hundred thousand taels’ worth of gold bricks from the current chancellor, turning her exile into a free shopping spree.

The disabled God of War, Nie Xingtian, watches this deranged woman devour modern fried chicken while mercilessly tormenting the worst scum. After wildly imagining what she must be capable of, he promptly drops to his knees.

Biting into a golden, crispy chicken cutlet, he makes up his mind: he’s holding on tight to this mighty immortal’s leg.