The Baby Is a Little Rascal

She was once A City's top student and a pride of the Muay Thai world, but died unexpectedly. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a strange world as the Yang family's “young master,” a girl abandoned by her clan and beaten to death for being called useless. The former good-for-nothing became a once-in-many-ages genius, turning the entire otherworld upside down. To conceal the secret of the evil spirit within her, her parents had broken with their family. From then on, she would no longer be a burden to them. She would become their pride! The family won't acknowledge her? Then she'll become a martial arts prodigy coveted by every major clan, leaving the Yang family gnashing their teeth in regret! Her dignity has been trampled? Then she'll hit back hard, and kick them three more times, so the world knows that whoever crosses her must die! Regret it now? Begging for mercy? Sorry, she was born with a wicked streak. She repays those who respect her tenfold, and hates those who hate her forever! Cultivating inner power, mind control, summoning, alchemy: all of these came to her as naturally as breathing. On a continent full of conspiracies and oppression, schemes and strife, she would fight to carve out a place for herself. She believed that one day she would trample the world beneath her feet and rule supreme. Who else could do it but her? Martial artists spend their fortunes on miraculous pills and elixirs to cultivate inner power, yet still struggle to advance. But with her mutated core, she can charge recklessly through the ranks. Even more incredibly, she's also an outstanding alchemist. Summoners go through a thousand hardships to contract a single magical beast, while countless sacred beasts come running to fawn over her. “I'm the strongest sacred beast, a true warrior. If you like, I can even take human form and satisfy my mistress's special needs.” “Get lost! I already have an ancient divine beast as my mount.” But the damn “boy” doesn't appreciate it. Psychic masters risk their lives just to control a single divine beast, while she can command the wind and rain, move mountains, and create things from nothing. Whatever kind of divine beast you are, in the face of absolute power, you're still doomed. Faced with entreaties from every faction, the “brat” stubbornly guards her own little patch of land and refuses to budge, declaring, “I don't like fighting. I only like handsome men.” While people shuddered at this man's bizarre tastes, who noticed that she was the one with a breathtaking face and unmatched beauty?