It was an ominous evening, the glory of the moon hid behind the clouds, and all the hounds growled, seemingly warning of the evil about to come.

Deep within the Qinxia Kingdom, a gruff man broke into a young girl's room, looking every bit as deranged as his actions would lead people to believe.

The young girl was frightened by the man looming above her, knowing full well what a stranger entering a young girl's room at this moment in time meant.

She rang the bell by her bedside, hoping to alert someone of her circumstances, but no noise was let out.

''Someone, anyone, please, help!" She cried but was only met with the man's wild laughter, taking delight in her fear.

There's no use crying out, little beauty," he laughed, his yellowed teeth had a demonic glow under the weak illumination of the candlelight, "No one will help you."

She scampered as far away from him as possible, and her helplessness was mixed with insanity; as she tried to get him to back down: "Do you not know I'm the daughter of the Qin Clan? Aren't you afraid for your life?"

"And I'm the son of the king," he replied, "Now settle down this won't take long."

His arm reached out to her, but something within her seemed to be unlocked the moment he laid his hands on her.

The fear on her face was swapped with cold ruthlessness, grabbing his wrist, twisting it behind his back, forcing him to kneel, as she grabbed his dagger from his waist.

The kneeling man struggled, enraged, unable to accept a girl half his size managed to defeat him. "Do you know what this kneeling position is good for," she asked sweetly.

She then plunged the knife into the man's nether region, twisting it a few times.

"Though you might not last long, this will last for the rest of your life," She whispered.

Gruesome screams erupted from the man's mouth as his eyes widened in shock and pain, and a smile appeared on Qin Yao's lips, deriving pleasure from his pain.

Even this is too lenient on a man like him.

She coldly watched as he slithered around in pain and was surprised at how easily these actions came to her.

It felt as if she had fought before; no, I had fought before.

Uncertainty clouded her gaze, and her thoughts grew louder than the screams in front of her as two conflicting images of herself and reality clashed in her mind.

A helpless daughter of the Qin Clan, a cruel serial killer, a teenager, and an adult, she muttered words unheard in this world while shivering uncontrollably.

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Qin Yao couldn't help but groan; the gruesome scene in front of her overlapped with the ones from her past life, finally giving a linear path for her life - she had reincarnated.

Though it had been thirteen years since her last murder, she managed to calm down quickly, as her execution felt like it simultaneously happened yesterday and a lifetime ago.

Qin Yao couldn't help but marvel at that red-haired man's abilities; though she had not been a spiritual person in the past, she could appreciate how hard reincarnation was.

According to legend, one couldn't be reborn with their memories, and here she was with them, albeit after thirteen years. If anyone could control power such as this, the world, or more aptly, the worlds, would be in chaos, so this feat was a testament to his superiority.

Qin Yao got rid of these pointless thoughts; no matter how powerful he was or wasn't, it wouldn't help her get through her current dilemma. She quietly began to sift through her memories, aptly recalling her and her family's situation and how she should proceed to become stronger as fast as possible.

To her disappointment, Qin Yao discovered that she was just an inconsequential illegitimate daughter of a cultivation family. She only found one way to describe her situation, pitiful; she was the youngest in her family, with no proper background or extraordinary talent. Qin Yao was - unsurprisingly - at the bottom of the pecking order.

If she wasn't wrong, this intruder here was just her cousins' version of entertainment. Though they were in the wrong, Qin Yao wasn't one to harp about justice. Strictly speaking, she owed them a favour.

Qin Yao's face suddenly brightened up as Qin Yao recalled one of her favourite hobbies; she used to keep a patch of her victim's skin to make various toys; she looked at the corpse in front of her and knew exactly how to thank him.

Though she wasn't entirely sure if it was the same toy, she usually kept a weird-looking bunny by her side since she was a child.

According to the rumours surrounding her, she was born whilst hugging this toy; her father saw this toy as an ominous sign and that was why he never deigned to talk to her, but from her late mother's words, she had received this doll from a kind stranger and somehow got attached to it.

As for which was true or false, Qin Yao couldn't know; it was either from when she was a newborn or a toddler; she couldn't remember something from her infanthood. As for her father, between his dozens of wives and hundreds of children, why would he remember her?

Qin Yao quickly looked through her luggage, and she found her creepy-looking doll; the parts made of human skin had the same leathery feel, and there were pieces of cloth connecting the human skin. Qin Yao's smile grew brighter as she quietly walked to the man's side and cut off a small amount of his skin from his inner thigh.

"As thanks, how about being a part of the stomach?" Qin Yao felt that this was a reasonable award as the stomach was the best part of the toy, and he was her best victim yet.

Qin Yao quietly started her work whilst humming Happy Birthday to herself. It was her first day in a new world with all of her memories, it was a day of celebration, and a sacrifice walked himself into her room. Qin Yao was soon done and felt that it was time to leave.

Her cousins would soon 'come to check up on her,' and it would be too hard to explain why she, someone who never started cultivation, was able to defeat a hired thug. She expertly cut the robes of the man's corpse, using the parts that didn't get stained with blood to make a makeshift robe for herself.

Qin Yao thought for a little before getting her new dagger and walking up to the corpse for the last time. She decided to leave a foreword for her thank you gift before departing for however long.

Thank you for awakening me; Qin Yao carved onto the man's stomach, and she even remembered to add a little smile at the end of her message.

Whether it was because of her lack of artistic talent, or the fact that the human body was not supposed to be an artistic medium, the smile appeared crooked.

If she was being entirely honest, the smile appeared to strike feelings of fear rather than the gratitude she wanted to express.

Qin Yao sighed at her terrible drawing and hoped they don't misinterpret her intentions; she wasn't interested in revenge, or at least not currently.