Domineering Woman

Qi Continent. Moruo Kingdom, Qing'an City. "You think you can be the heir? You want to marry Murong Feng? Why don't you go take a piss in the pigsty and see what you really look like? Ugly freak!" Feng Wuxin, the eldest daughter of the Feng family, held a fiery whip in her hand, her anger evident in her furrowed brow. She lashed the whip across the face of the pale and frail woman imprisoned in the pigsty. Feng Wuxie was in so much pain she nearly fainted! In an instant, flames spread along the whip, and the wound on Feng Wuxie's face began to burn. A dark, b****y mark marred her once-praised beauty. The seared wound emitted a charred odor, with the skin on both sides curling outward—utterly horrifying. Feng Wuxin had used her soul power in that lash. "Big Sister... Wuxie will be good, please don't hit me..." The simple-minded Feng Wuxie coughed up blood and cried, looking at Feng Wuxin with pleading eyes. Her limited intellect couldn't comprehend why her sister would suddenly lash out at her. But Feng Wuxin, consumed with anger, wouldn't listen. To her, Feng Wuxie was nothing more than a useless fool in the Feng household. In Qing'an City of the Moruo Kingdom, even a three-year-old child had some soul power, let alone someone from the prestigious Feng family, which was renowned for its martial prowess and had produced many famous warriors over the centuries. The Feng family was dedicated to cultivating its direct descendants as heirs, and Feng Wuxin had known from an early age that she had to hone her skills. Under her mother and master's guidance, she had focused on mastering soul power and martial arts from the moment she could walk. In fifteen years, she had become the most powerful soul master among her generation in the Feng family. Yet she still couldn't become the family's heir! Why? Because she wasn't a direct descendant! She glared hatefully at Feng Wuxie, who was locked in the pigsty, trembling and reeking from living with the pigs. All of this was because of Feng Wuxie! This useless fool with no soul power! This i***t, this disgrace to the family, this laughingstock of Qing'an City! But Feng Wuxie was a direct descendant! Even though she was a fool, a disgrace, a laughingstock, the old head of the family still doted on her! Not only was Feng Wuxie on the list of heir candidates, but the family's sacred martial arts manual—"Flying Phoenix Technique"—was also to be given as her dowry when she married the heir of the neighboring Murong family, Murong Feng. How could Feng Wuxin not be filled with hatred? Whenever she thought of Murong Feng, the elegant, handsome, and legendary figure, she wanted nothing more than to kill Feng Wuxie. The family head had been in seclusion for three years, during which Feng Wuxin had bribed the servants in charge of the pigsty to secretly lock Feng Wuxie in there, forcing her to live with the pigs every day! After all, wasn't she as stupid as a pig? Earlier that day, when Feng Wuxin saw Murong Feng again, he had regretfully told her, "What a pity. If I weren't already engaged to your younger sister Feng Wuxie, I would certainly admire your talent and beauty, Big Sister Feng... such a pity..." Hearing those words had reignited Feng Wuxin's anger. Feng Wuxie, why do you, a mere useless fool, constantly stand in my way? Still not satisfied, Feng Wuxin poured 70% of her soul power into the fiery whip and continued to lash Feng Wuxie. Crackling sounds filled the air as the fiery whip clashed with the iron cage, sending blinding sparks with each strike. The whip relentlessly fell on Feng Wuxie's face and body... Blood splattered, the pain was unbearable, and her flesh was torn. Soon, Feng Wuxie was barely clinging to life. "Big Sister... Wuxie was wrong..." Feng Wuxie pleaded, spitting out blood with every word. She weakly tried to grab the hem of Feng Wuxin's skirt. But her hands were too dirty, reeking with a foul odor. Just touching Feng Wuxin's skirt enraged her even more. "Get away!" Feng Wuxin shouted, her eyes filled with disdain. She kicked Feng Wuxie back into the pigsty. This time, Feng Wuxie was completely silent. Seeing Feng Wuxie lying motionless in the pigsty, Feng Wuxin clenched her fists and cautiously stepped closer. Holding her breath to avoid the stench, she reached out to check her pulse. ...Dead?! Oh no, she had lost control and beaten Feng Wuxie to death! If the old family head found out, she would suffer a terrible fate! Not only would she lose her chance to become the heir, but she might also be expelled from the family! The first rule of the Feng family was that no family member could harm another! Feng Wuxin panicked. After looking around to make sure no one was watching, she quickly fled the scene. A bloodied corpse lay in the pigsty at the back of the Feng estate, abandoned for hours. Until dusk, as the stars began to appear in the sky. Suddenly! A brilliant star streaked across the sky, leaving a blazing trail as it fell to the earth. The light flashed briefly before fading, unnoticed by anyone. The once still body in the pigsty seemed to twitch... Feng Wuxie suddenly opened her eyes! Her gaze was no longer the timid, fearful, dull expression it once was. The confusion was gone, replaced by a clarity as deep as a mountain spring. The first thing she saw was the black pig beside her, nudging her... "Damn it!" Feng Wuxie couldn't help but curse internally, "The fighter jet exploded, and I didn't die?! What the hell is this place? Did I just get nudged by a pig?!"