The Fluffy Scrap I Picked Up Is Actually the Greatest Under Heaven

[No CP, female-led slice of life, mostly in cat form] So you’re saying the legendary number-one rogue cultivator, who supposedly died, was actually a fluffy little cat? After faking her death during a siege, Ying Changle was left with her fur burned to a ragged, blackened mess and barely a breath of life in her. A little girl passing by, with puppy ears perched atop her head, cautiously crouched down and stroked the pitiful ball of fluff. Ying Changle was unexpectedly taken home. At the meeting point of the three realms lies the Wicked Realm, commonly known as the lawless zone. There, you’ll find a strange establishment called the Everything Shop. If you have a need but lack the means, why not pay a visit to the Everything Shop in the Wicked Realm? A traitorous, crippled elder sister is teaching people how to cultivate. A ruthless older brother, notorious for wiping out his own clan, works as a bodyguard. A humanoid weapon who betrayed and killed its master, yet survived a manhunt by the forces of all three realms, is sunbathing. An abandoned heir with no spiritual roots and a silver tongue handles all the deals. There are also two little girls in the shop: a puppy demon with incredible strength, and a three-and-a-half-year-old poison child no one can get near. The Everything Shop is strange, and every person inside has a fearsome reputation. No one dares provoke them, since nobody wants to end up carried in feet first. - Good thing Ying Changle had a strong constitution. Once she’d recovered, the cat yawned. So this infamous Everything Shop was just a bunch of pitiful little brats pretending to be fierce. Later, someone attacked the shop, and the little brats couldn’t handle them. So the cat with a bow on her head landed on the ground, shook out her fur, and transformed into the legendary figure known to everyone in the three realms, the great master rumored to be dead. The onlookers and the little brats gaped in astonishment. Ying Changle’s expression softened as she gathered the little brats behind her, one by one. If they had a grievance, she would settle it. If they had a score to settle, she would help them settle it.