The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss

She was a master thief from the 24th century, but she transmigrated into the body of an idiot good-for-nothing. With no father or mother, she still had to endure the expressions of the people in her clan.

An idiot? A trash? Fine. Very soon, she would let these foolish people know what it meant to regret it beyond remedy!

Dou qi? Magic? She cultivates both martial and magical arts and crushes all geniuses.

The clan head position? The Vermilion Bird divine beast? Want them? Sorry, she took them.

But who will tell her whether this cute little bun who gets carsick and vomits every time he rides a carriage is really the Vermilion Bird divine beast?

And who exactly is that mysterious soul living inside her body, acting like some great lord?

And also...

Why are everyone else's companions all so domineering and full of overwhelming aura? Why are the ones by her side not a shrewd merchant fox of a man, or a poker-faced iceberg tech geek, or a flirtatious womanizer, with the best among them probably only that frail beauty of a sickly man?

What happened to the promised struggle for supremacy and trampling the four directions? Please don't let this turn into a trap!