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

"You'll be the one regretting it!"

The Divine Lord gritted his teeth and said these words word by word. His aggro had already corroded his nerves, causing him to be unable to speak properly.

At this moment, the trace of divine sense that was connected to the life cage that imprisoned Mu Qingling in his sea of consciousness suddenly broke. The Divine Lord suddenly looked up at Beiting Huang in front of him and realized that the mask on his face had disappeared, revealing a face that he did not recognize at all.

The night was quiet, and the entire Holy City felt like a storm was coming. Other than the wind blowing from the Starmoon Plains, there was no sound in the entire Divine Hall of Judgment. Even the temple warriors guarding the hall tried their best to hold their breaths. In this atmosphere, people instinctively did not want to make any sound, even if it was the sound of breathing.

The Real and Fake Beiting Huang