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The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story

# DECEPTION # FAMILYDISPUTE # DIVINE HEALER Gu Yanfei was reborn. In her last life, it was only after her death that she realized she was the real daughter in a story about a real and a fake rich daughter. She was supposed to be the daughter of a nobleman, but someone switched her with another child at birth and left her leading a wretched life — a cannon fodder from start to finish. The female lead was the fake rich daughter, but she was also blessed with good fortune and the affection of the Gu family, taking everything that was rightfully Gu Yanfei's. In that life, Gu Yanfei lived as she died, with no rhyme or reason. However, after her death, she transmigrated to a cultivators' realm and became a healer... But after cultivating herself for 200 years, she failed her ascension trials. Then, one of the divine thunderbolts struck her and sent her back to her last life — back to the moment when the identity of the rich daughter was exposed. Upon her return, everyone in the nobleman's residence was laughing at her for being illiterate and uneducated, a far cry from the fake rich daughter blessed with good looks and a kind heart, who stood above the rest. They just did not know that Gu Yanfei was a fully-leveled character, reincarnated back to this moment!

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Gu Yuan readily agreed and said, "This thing is powerful and noisy. We can't try it in the house. Let's go to the garden."

The siblings left Yuheng Garden and headed west to the nearest small garden.

As Gu Yanfei followed the steps Gu Yuan had mentioned and prepared to fire the flintlock, she muttered to herself, "What should we shoot?"

"How about that?" Gu Yuan pointed forward and pointed at a powerful weeping willow on the other side of the lake. He reminded her, "Be careful of the recoil when the flintlock is fired."

"Alright." Gu Yanfei smiled and calmly aimed the muzzle of the flintlock at the weeping willow across the lake. She held the gun in her left hand and the stock in her right. Then, her right hand steadily pulled the trigger.

The flint clamp was jerked by the spring and struck the side of the fire door hard, sending sparks flying.

"Bang!"