"Stop struggling. I am never letting you out to ruin Sister's inheritance ceremony."
Sometimes, transmigrating into a novel can be quite a thrill.
Upon waking up, she was locked in a dark room and tortured by a yandere male supporting character. Feng Ning thought to herself: younger brother characters really know how to play!
A cold dagger slid down from her neck, leaving a trail of bloody gasps across her fair skin. Feng Ning felt a tight constriction in her throat, and a tearing sensation burned deep in her spiritual root at the back of her neck. She knew this was the lingering aftereffect of having her spiritual root ripped out.
As the grand Empress of the Netherworld, she had transmigrated into a book titled *Pampered True Daughter Dominates the Cultivation World*, becoming a cannon-fodder fake daughter who shared her name.
Feng Ning and the female protagonist, Feng Qing, were the true and fake daughters of the Feng Family—the top cultivation family—who had been accidentally switched at birth.
On the day Feng Qing was officially welcomed back into the Feng Family, Feng Ning, unable to accept reality, gave her a slight push. For that, she was imprisoned and abused by Xie Ling, who was infatuated with Feng Qing.
Xie Ling was an alchemist blessed with exceptional medical skills. To help Feng Qing better absorb the inherited divine power, he had cleanly excised the Original Body's spiritual root and secretly transplanted it into Feng Qing. He then used drugs to force Feng Ning to commit numerous vile acts, elevating Feng Qing's status and prestige within the family.
Framed by Xie Ling, the Feng family members who had raised her for eighteen years grew to utterly detest her. They turned a blind eye as Xie Ling turned her into a medicine puppet, twisting her into a grotesque creature until she breathed her last.
Even her corpse was merely wrapped in a straw mat, hastily tossed into a mass grave, and torn apart by wild wolves.
Tragic! Truly monstrous and inhumane.
Across the entire Feng Family, only the Original Body achieved the miserable ending of dying a horrific death.
Today was the grand day of the true daughter's homecoming, as well as the day she would receive the Feng Family's divine inheritance.
The yandere male supporting character before her, terrified that the Original Body would show up and ruin this magnificent inheritance ceremony, had locked her away and tortured her for three full days.
At this moment, Feng Ning was bound to a battered chair, not a single patch of skin left unblemished.
In contrast, the yandere youth beside her stood in spotless white robes, a naive yet cruel smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You dared to stand in Sister's way, so you deserved to die. But I didn't want you to die so easily."
Unflinching, Feng Ning shot him a bewitching smile. Her blood-soaked, wretched appearance made her grin look even more deranged than Xie Ling's own. "Cut the crap! Finish me off. Drive the dagger straight into my heart—don't hesitate. Once I'm dead, you'll lose your precious sister forever!"
A single sentence pierced the defense of the sister-obsessed madman.
The smile on Xie Ling's face froze visibly. "Stop talking nonsense! Impossible, Sister said she would stay by my side forever!!!"
"How could it be impossible?" Feng Ning looked into his eyes and smiled with extreme sweetness, like a poppy flower steeped in poison. "If I die, the fiancé I won for myself from the Ye Family will belong to your sister instead. You've met the young master of the Ye Family—he has a better background than you, he's more handsome than you, and his talent surpasses yours. If Feng Qing has to choose between the two of you, do you think she'll pick a pervert like you, or someone brilliant like him?"
"Do you think she'll take my place, marry the young master of the Ye Family, and bear his children..."
"Shut up! Shut up right now!"
Xie Ling collapsed, cutting her off frantically as his breathing turned ragged. The mere mental image of his sister marrying someone else was more than he could bear.
Like a madman, he began slashing wildly at Feng Ning's body with his sharp dagger to vent his fury.
Enduring the agonizing pain, Feng Ning didn't let out a single sound from start to finish, her gaze growing ever deeper as she stared at Xie Ling.
Feeling the ropes binding her loosen slightly, Feng Ning broke free in a flash, snatched the short dagger from his hand, and thrust it ruthlessly toward his vital points with every strike mercilessly vicious.
"Asshole! Go to hell!"
Caught completely off guard, Xie Ling was on the verge of fainting from the excruciating pain. Releasing his pressure in a panic, he gritted his teeth and snarled, "Feng Ning! Have you truly lost your mind?!"
Without her spiritual root, Feng Ning was entirely unable to withstand the pressure of a Golden Core Stage cultivator. Gritting her teeth against the crushing weight, she delivered one final, vicious thrust right into Xie Ling's groin, burying the blade so deep into the ground that it couldn't even be pulled out.
"Ah! Aahhh..." Screaming in agony, Xie Ling clutched his crotch and rolled back and forth on the ground, drenched in sweat.
As for Feng Ning, she wiped away the blood forced out of her face by the pressure, her mood complicated. She had stabbed him thirteen times and still hadn't managed to kill him; the physical condition of this Original Body was simply too pathetic.
Suffering from severe physical weakness and dizziness—having starved for three days—managing to stab him thirteen times was already her absolute limit.
No, she couldn't stay here any longer, or she would be crushed to death by the pressure of this puny Golden Core cultivator.
Dying like that would be too humiliating to even speak of.
In her haze, Feng Ning managed to tear Xie Ling's Storage Bag off him, stumbling as she ran for her exit.
Only after bolting out of the dark room did she heave a heavy sigh of relief, collapsing against the wall in total exhaustion.
To be alive—it felt wonderful.
Gathering a shred of remaining strength, she rummaged through Xie Ling's Storage Bag and fished out a bottle of mid-grade Bigu Pills and a bottle of mid-grade Nourishing Yuan Pills.
Without a shred of hesitation, she swallowed both bottles whole, treating the elixirs like meals.
She had to admit: lunatic though Xie Ling was, he certainly knew how to refine elixirs.
Not long after consuming the pills, she felt full of vigor, and the pain across her wounds vanished entirely.
"Mutated Fire spiritual root! The talent of the Feng Family's true daughter is truly terrifying. By comparison, that impostor Feng Ning is an absolute disgrace to the Feng Family."
"With a talent like this, if she had been cultivated since childhood, the Feng Family's prestige would have reached even greater heights."
"As expected of the Feng Family, another genius has emerged."
"..."
...
The chaotic exclamations sounded as though they were right beside her. Peering out, Feng Ning realized that this bastard of a male supporting character had locked her directly beneath the sacrificial altar of the inheritance ceremony.
This was a visual blind spot, offering a clear view of the glorious female protagonist, Feng Qing, standing proudly upon the Feng Family's altar.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that Xie Ling, that sister-obsessed maniac, had wanted a front-row seat to witness her moment of glory.
How could she ever grant him that wish?
A multitude of prominent families and sects had attended the inheritance ceremony, making the spectacle unprecedentedly grand.
Blood-drenched from head to toe, Feng Ning darted through the crowd like a chaotic butterfly, ensuring that every single person present could clearly see her wretched state!
"Help! The Feng Family is murdering people!"
The scene instantly plunged into disorder. Baffled by the sudden chaos, the murmurs of the crowd drowned out the praises previously lavished upon Feng Qing.
"Isn't this Junior Sister Feng Ning? What happened to you?"
A sharp-eyed Feng Family disciple recognized her and hurried forward to check on her condition, but Feng Ning brushed past him in a fluster and headed straight for the Feng Family's altar.
At that moment, the female protagonist, Feng Qing, was bathing in the baptism of the Phoenix divine power on the altar, closely guarded by a ring of high-level elders of the Feng Family.
Seeing the bedraggled and bloodied Feng Ning, Feng Batian, the Head of the Family, felt veins bulging on his temples.
What an embarrassing wretch! Did she have no sense of occasion? Was this any time for her to be stirring up trouble?!
With all eyes fixed on him, he forced his tone to remain as gentle as possible. "Feng Ning, whatever matters you have can wait until after the ceremony. Someone, quickly escort the Second Young Miss down."
It was clear he desperately wanted to nip this farce in the bud, but Feng Ning refused to give him the chance.
"I am not leaving! Today, before the eyes of all the major clans and sects, I demand an explanation."
"Your Feng Family is simply going too far."
Since the Feng Family had no place for her anyway, nobody was going to have a peaceful day today; she was going to drag the entire Feng Family down with her, fair and square.
"It was bad enough that you dug out my spiritual root to patch up your biological daughter's talent, but you even tried to silence me for good."
"Even if I'm not your biological daughter, you raised me for eighteen years—how could you be so cruel?"
Feng Ning wept in utter despair, her every word sounding like tears of blood. She was merely demanding justice for the Original Body.
"You were the ones who switched the babies at birth! Why must I pay with my spiritual root and my life? I was only an infant back then—what did I do wrong?"
Feng Batian was shaken to his core by her words, reacting too late to stop her.
"Feng Ning! What are you blabbering about? Exactly who dug out your spiritual root? Who wants your life? Make yourself clear!"
As the head of the dignified Feng Family, he had lost his composure in full view of the public.
If such a humiliating scandal leaked out, how could the Feng Family possibly maintain its prestige in the Cultivation World?!
"It was Feng Qing." Feng Ning pointed straight at her, pronouncing every single word with chilling clarity.
Feng Qing, who had just finished receiving the inheritance, looked slightly dazed.
Yet Feng Ning continued her accusations: "She was the one who ordered that pervert Xie Ling to dig out my spiritual root and silence me."
"Shut your crazy mouth! I was the one who dug out your spiritual root, and I was the one who wanted you dead! Don't you dare try to splash dirty water on Sister!"
Trembling all over, Xie Ling stepped forward from behind the crowd, drenched in blood and pale as a ghost!
"Xie Ling? You're injured!" Catching sight of his wretched state, Feng Qing leaped down to his side in a single bound and fed him a hemostatic pill. "What happened? How did you get hurt this badly?"
The moment she approached, Xie Ling collapsed weakly into her arms as if all his strength had drained away. "Sister... I hurt so much!"
Hearing this, Feng Qing hurriedly fed him a pain-relieving pill, a flash of ruthless intent crossing her eyes. "Who did this to you?"
Why had things turned out differently? In her past life, she had undoubtedly shone brilliantly at the inheritance ceremony, and Xie Ling hadn't been injured at all!