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

Ling Mo fell off her body and jumped up like a puppy. He squatted on Beiting Huang's shoulder and looked down at the mountain range. This was the first time he had followed Beiting Huang and fought side by side with her since he became her magical beast.

To Beiting Huang's beasts, fighting with their master was simply a form of love.

The wind from the mountain range lifted Beiting Huang's robe and it fluttered like a banner, making her temperament even colder. She was like an Asura descending to the world. She was imposing and no one dared to look directly at her.

Seeing Beiting Huang walking down step by step, Yuan Ye ran towards her from halfway up the mountain without hesitation. He stood three feet away from her and didn't even calm down. He knelt on one knee and raised his right hand. "Lord Beiting Huang, I, Yuan Ye, am willing to swear that I will follow you from now on and be your most loyal…"

Be Your Most Faithful Servant!