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My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

She is a cultivator from another world. She is proficient in refining artifacts, improving elixirs, talisman arrays, medical skills, and even fortune-telling. Due to several unexpected tribulations, her reputation was tarnished and she became the second daughter of the Lu family who harbored ill intentions toward her future brother-in-law. What? She had just been reborn, and she was going to marry a ferocious man who was known as the living Lord of Hell and the second young master of the Mu family whose legs were disabled?! Fine! Since that man was so magnificent and fit her taste, she would marry him anyway! But what happened to his legs being inconvenient? Who was the man who would pounce on her from time to time at night and pamper her until she felt sore all over?! Who was the one that first spread the rumors? Would they dare to come forward? They would most likely be crippled if they did not kill him! [In the modern world, the male and the female are both strong. From evil torturing to extensive face slapping, this story is filled with endless thrills. There are mythical dimensions, cute babies and even (not scary) supernatural occurrences. Both leads are immaculate and pure while the male lead is addicted to doting on his wife!

Mo Qianyi · Ciudad
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Just because Others Can't Do It Doesn't Mean My Wife Can't

Editor: Henyee Translations

After a while, Luo Baode frowned slightly, looking a bit serious.

"Girl, where did you get these Vitality Pills?"

Luo Baode put the pills back into the small jade bottle and asked Lu Zijia with a serious look.

He had taken Vitality Pills before and could even be said to be very familiar with them, because he could get one almost every month when he was in the sect.

However, the Vitality Pills that girl Lu gave him seemed to be different from the ones he took when he was in the sect.

The Vitality Pill in his hands right now seemed to be of a better quality than the ones in his sect.

As far as he knew, the quality of pills refined by the alchemists in his original sect and the alchemists of other forces were almost the same.

And yet, there was no pill that was so different from the one in his hands right now. Could it be… that these pills were carefully improved by an old alchemist?

"I made them."