Quick Transmigration: A Max-Level Madman Never Lets a Grudge Wait Until Tomorrow

A cultivator who was truly a big shot in the cultivation world, already one step away from ascension, was struck to pieces by heavenly tribulation lightning. Her primordial spirit barely survived by hiding in a spatial realm.

She grabs the system that nearly caused her death and says with a cold laugh: from now on, you belong to me.

If it weren’t for the fact that you still have some use, I would have killed you long ago.

She believes that if there is a grudge, it should be repaid on the spot; if there is a face-slapping, it should come immediately.

She is a mad dog, and she is happy about it.