Mock the Poor Youth? This Lady Sends You to Reincarnation with a Sword

Jilted at the altar? Perfect. When the arrogant groom clutches his annulment letter and spouts the classic line "Don't bully a poor youth!" cultivation heiress Jiang Qingwan simply smiles—and sends a teacup lid through his skull. Why wait thirty years for revenge when you can end it now? Armed with a system that devours destiny itself, she strips "protagonists" of their golden fingers, plunders ancient legacies, and crushes reborn schemers before they can scheme. The ring grandpa wants her body? Consumed. The divine doctor demands marriage? Crippled and robbed. The soldier king plays pig to ea…