Heavenly Charm

Memories surged like a tide into her head after she was reincarnated, and she found out who she was... A complete pushover. Her name was Beiting Huang, a direct descendant and third-generation descendant of the Beiting Dynasty. Her fearsome reputation stretched across all nations on the continent. She was a girl, but she was disguised as a boy for some reason. Everyone was also after her wrist... to hack it off and take the bracelet she wore, which was actually a high-level spiritual item that concealed her gender. 
Everyone included her own brothers. Her brothers were fighting and killing each other, tearing the dynasty apart in the process... and she happened to be caught in the crossfire. 
Mercy? Did the old Beiting Huang not beg before she died? Did they spare her when she did? An emotion that was not hers stirred within her body, and Beiting Huang knew it was the old Beiting Huang's grief. 
In her mind, she assured her: Don't worry. Since I've reincarnated in your body, I shall avenge you. Your death will not be senseless! After those words, the old Beiting Huang's emotions faded. 
Now, there was only one Beiting Huang. She was the underworld's king, a mercenary lord who slaughtered and plundered with the world at her feet. Reincarnated into the fearsome Beiting family as its 'useless’ ninth son, the world's riches were once again in her grasp. She cultivated impossible abilities, contracted with magical beasts, and possessed a mystical dimension. She also trampled over gods and demons as and when she liked. Cold and handsome, her very presence was proud and magnificent, causing the world to fight for her affection.

The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

"Ye, this Flying Sword Doppelganger's invisibility function is really wonderful!"

Before leaving, Beiting Huang stood on the Flying Sword Weaving Web. The feeling of flying on a sword reminded her of the television dramas in her previous life. Those cultivators rode a sword in the sky freely. On the television, she only saw a flying sword but now, Beiting Huang stepped on three soft swords. They were as soft as woven belts and spun around her, forming a barrier. From afar, she looked like an immortal and was extremely handsome.

"Huang'er, how are you going to thank me?" Yan Ye floated in the air, his purple robe fluttering. His purple eyes were filled with deep affection as he stared at Beiting Huang. His lips curled into a peach blossom-like smile. "Why don't you thank me with a kiss?"

Why Don't You Thank Me With a Kiss?