Healer？She's Crushing Skulls!

An Invincible Power Fantasy with Plenty of Face-Slapping. The day Ning Ruan left her little village, the Nine Provinces Continent gained a new menace. A mage? A sword cultivator? No. She only wanted to be a healer. The geniuses of the continent had the same response: “Shut up. You're a toxic healer.” Later, their reaction changed. “Someone help! Ever since meeting Ning Ruan I learned something terrifying— healers can absolutely kill people!” “But wait… isn’t she a metal-element spirit master?” “No, she’s wood-element.” “You’re all wrong. She’s water-element.” “Impossible! I saw her use fire!” “No, she’s definitely earth-element!” “That’s nonsense. She’s clearly a sword cultivator!” “…Are we sure she’s not a warrior? I literally watched her punch someone’s head apart.” Ning Ruan finally sighed. “Alright, fine. I’ll admit it.” “A mage who doesn’t want to be a healer isn’t a proper sword cultivator.” Because with Ning Ruan— The healer draws a sword and kills enemies a thousand miles away. The mage throws punches—and every punch is fatal. Later on… Ning Ruan slowly realized something else. Her entire sect… didn’t have a single normal person. Except her. Obviously. Her short-tempered master was fiercely protective and always ready to start a fight. Her eldest senior brother, a sword cultivator, had been nurturing his sword for over a decade… and almost never used it. Her second senior brother only drew his sword to kill. Once it left the sheath—no one survived. Her third senior brother, the ultimate survivalist, stacked dozens of defensive arrays on his own bathroom. When others prepared one backup plan, he prepared a hundred. Her fourth senior brother, the king of laziness, only moved willingly when spirit stones were involved. Otherwise, even breathing felt like too much effort. Her fifth senior brother, socially anxious but terrifying in combat, spoke little… and the more he fought, the more brutal he became. Her seventh senior brother, the ultimate overachiever, cultivated like a madman. Day and night. His life goal seemed to be outworking every senior and junior sibling in existence. And later still… Ning Ruan discovered an even bigger secret. The tiny “starter village” where she grew up… was actually a gathering place for absolute monsters. Those cheap, unreliable “dads” who raised her? Each of them was the kind of terrifying powerhouse who would get struck by heavenly lightning the moment they stepped outside the village. Ning Ruan could only shrug. “The joy of being a second-generation cultivator… you wouldn’t understand.”