The end-times war goddess Jiang Li opened her eyes to find herself bound to an altar, a heart-extraction awl piercing her chest.
Her scumbag master looked down from on high. "A Li, all you've lost is a heart, while your junior sister will lose her life. If you offer up your heart, I will grant you the position of my principal wife."
As the executioner's blade closed in, Jiang Li awakened the Funeral System on the spot. She swung a black jade coffin weighing hundreds of pounds and smashed the senior brother who was cutting out her heart into a pulp.
Obey and die, or resist and make enemies of the entire sect? Jiang Li sneered and kicked her love-bombing, manipulative master straight into the Eight Trigrams Alchemy Furnace.
Her forced cremation of a powerful cultivator brought down heavenly tribulation. She turned and split open her cage, then forcibly recruited the dying, unhinged Demon Venerable. "Carry the coffin, or die. Pick one."
