1: Chapter 1: Starting with five men missing, a disastrous start.

"What a piece of trash. You're almost twenty and can't even marry a single husband!"

Feng Yange opened her eyes in pain. She looked up to see a pair of eyes filled with extreme disgust staring down at her. She was sprawled on the ground, covered in wounds, surrounded by sounds of accusation and cursing.

Had she transmigrated after dying from overwork?

"Feng Yange, you'd be better off dead. Not only do you lack a Spiritual Root, but you can't even marry a man. You're a disgrace to the Family!"

A whip cracked against her back, followed by a foot stomping onto the whip wound. The force was immense, as if to crush her ribs.

Feng Yange gritted her teeth in pain. She wanted to stand up but couldn't. What was this about a Spiritual Root and marrying men?

Suddenly, fragments of memories flooded into her mind.

The original owner was named Feng Yange, nineteen years old, born into the Feng Family of the female-dominated Xuanhuan continent. Since birth, she had been despised by the Family for having no Spiritual Root, suffering bullying and humiliation since childhood, living worse than a lowly male servant.

The Feng Family was one of the Ten Great Families of the Xuanhuan continent. Women were required to marry at least five husbands by the age of twenty; otherwise, the Imperial Dynasty would assign five unwanted men to them.

In short: the crooked, the withered, the sick, the disabled, and the hideously ugly—the ones no one wanted.

The good news: she had transmigrated into a female-dominated Xuanhuan continent.

The bad news: she was a piece of trash with no Spiritual Root, and no man wanted her.

What a disastrous start!

In her past life, she had been caught up in the rat race for a promotion, only to die from overwork and transmigrate.

Transmigrate if she must, but to be a trash with no Spiritual Root in a world where women were supreme—not only did no man want her, but she also faced the prospect of being assigned ugly men if she couldn't marry five husbands.

Forget it, she was done!

[Ding! Detected one wild human, 'Marry Husbands to Become Stronger' System binding...]

Wait? What did she hear?

A System?

The standard equipment for Transmigration—it had arrived!

Wouldn't she be able to walk sideways in the future?

[System, you finally arrived!]

[System binding successful. Newbie task issued: Please slap the heroine Feng Jiaojiao within ten minutes.]

This System was so arrogant; she liked it.

Feng Yange endured the pain and stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. She sneered and walked toward Feng Jiaojiao, who was holding the whip, then raised her hand and delivered two slaps, "Pa! Pa!" leaving everyone present shocked and dumbfounded.

Feng Jiaojiao came to her senses, her features twisted in anger, her eyes burning red. "You trash, how dare you hit me!"

[Congratulations to the host for completing the newbie task. You have obtained one bottle of Spirit Spring. One drop can instantly restore stamina. You have obtained the Divine Ability: Strength of an Ox.]

[System, use one drop of Spirit Spring to restore stamina.]

"Trash, you have to pay the price for hitting me. You're dead today!" Seeing Feng Yange ignoring her, Feng Jiaojiao waved her whip and lashed out at Feng Yange again. But the moment the whip fell, it was caught by Feng Yange. Feng Jiaojiao tried to pull it back but realized the other party's strength was too great; she couldn't pull it free.

"I am the legitimate daughter, and you are the concubine-born. I hit you, so what can you do?"

Feng Yange pulled hard. Feng Jiaojiao lost her balance and was dragged forward by Feng Yange. The whip in her hand was snatched away. Before she could retort, the whip landed on her with a series of cracks, tearing her skin and flesh.

"Feng Yange, you are presumptuous... Ah! It hurts!"

"What are you all standing there for? Beat her to death... Ah!"

Feng Jiaojiao took a few more lashes and screamed repeatedly. The onlookers immediately drew their swords and rushed up. Feng Yange swung the whip in her hand at them with immense strength, sending them all flying and scattering them across the ground.

"She... how did her strength become so great?"

Feng Yange, feeling satisfied, walked to Feng Jiaojiao, stepped on her back, and applied pressure. A "crack" was heard, followed by Feng Jiaojiao's shrill screams.

"Feng Yange, I will kill you..."

Feng Jiaojiao fainted from the pain. Feng Yange snorted coldly and swept her cold gaze over the people on the ground. "A bunch of people who claim to be cultivators, yet you can't even beat a piece of trash like me."

"She's crazy. Feng Yange actually dared to fight back. She's simply audacious."

Feng Yange walked to the person who spoke and kicked them hard. That person screamed and passed out.

"From now on, whoever dares to provoke me, this will be their fate."

"Feng Yange, who gave you the guts to hit your sister!"

Accompanied by a dignified female voice, the people on the ground who had been beaten showed excited expressions, glaring viciously at Feng Yange.

"The Matriarch is here. Feng Yange is dead for sure!"

Feng Yange looked toward the source of the voice. A luxuriously dressed woman was walking over quickly, followed by a group of men.

This was the original owner's biological mother. She had hundreds of husbands. The original owner's father was her most favored, but because she had no Spiritual Root, her own father would hit or scold her, feeling she was useless and couldn't help him win the Matriarch's favor.

The original owner's mother had twenty daughters and over fifty sons. If it weren't for the fact that she was a daughter and had two sisters with High Grade Spiritual Roots, she would have died long ago.

[New task issued: Please perform a pitiful act and file a complaint to obtain the qualification to go to the Monster Forest in three days.]

Acting pitiful and filing a complaint—she could do that.

Feng Yange clutched her chest and struck herself with a palm, causing blood to spill from the corner of her mouth. Her already pale face turned ghastly white, but her eyes remained resolute.

"Mother..."

Feng Yange knelt on one knee, looked up, her scarred face showing firm eyes. "Ge'er just doesn't want to die..."

The Matriarch Feng, who had intended to be angry, looked at the scars on Feng Yange's body. Meeting those determined eyes, her sharp gaze softened slightly. She scanned the scene coldly. "Speak, what is going on here?"

Feng Yange wiped the blood from her lips and forced herself to stand, looking so weak that she might collapse at any moment.

"Mother, they said I was unwanted and that they wanted to kill me. And I... I just wanted to live."

The group following Feng Jiaojiao panicked and hurriedly explained, "Matriarch, that's not it. We didn't want to kill her. It was she who said she wanted to kill the Sixth Young Miss."

Feng Yange coughed up another mouthful of blood, her weak yet determined eyes continuing to defend herself. "Mother, it was you who taught me: if you don't want to die, struggle to live."

These words were spoken when Feng Yange was five years old. When she was being bullied, she saw her mother passing by and grabbed her skirt, crying desperately for help. The Matriarch Feng had said this to her coldly.

It was a pity that the original owner had struggled until she died and still couldn't live.

The Matriarch Feng had a pile of children. Her husbands all wanted to give birth to daughters to compete for favor, but Feng Yange's father had given birth to three daughters. Except for her, who had no Spiritual Root, the other two sisters both had High Grade Spiritual Roots. (Spiritual Roots are divided into Low, Medium, High, Top, and Heaven Grade. The better the Spiritual Root, the stronger one becomes after marrying husbands. The more husbands, the stronger the Mistress. However, marriage must be voluntary and registered through the marriage stone. If there is forced marriage, one will suffer a backlash.)

A flash of softness passed through the Matriarch Feng's eyes, and she said coldly, "You will be twenty in one year. If you haven't married five husbands in a year, you will be held fully responsible for today's events."

Feng Yange knelt down. "Ge'er is willing, but I want to go to the Monster Forest in three days. Please, Mother, grant me permission."