The Cultivation Powerhouse in the Interstellar World

In her previous life, Feng Yunran had lived for tens of thousands of years and stood at the pinnacle of the immortal path. She seemed to have boundless glory and power, but only she knew she'd turned her life into a joke.

While others begged to live, she begged to die. At last, she was killed with a single sword thrust by the villainous disciple she'd raised herself.

"The little princess of the Feng family, born with a silver spoon? Tsk, she's the only one who could play a winning hand so badly that her family had to force her out!"

In the face of the jeers, Feng Yunran coolly turned and walked away.

The three major associations that held sway over both realms suddenly spoke out in unison: Feng Yunran was the president of all three!

"I've been away for years, and now a few clowns have appeared. Didn't you want to file a complaint? His Highness Ying is right here!"

With a faint, contemptuous curl of her red lips, she left the great powers and onlookers stunned, with storm clouds gathering over their heads.