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Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots

The most beautiful old ancestor of the immortal sect, who lived for five thousand years, repeatedly broke the rules of immortality and was punished by the Heavenly Dao. Upon opening her eyes, she became the true daughter of the Xia family, who had been kidnapped into a mountain village as a child. She thought she would have to suffer through all the hardships of the human world, but who knew that when she woke up she was directly 14 years later, on the very day she was rescued— She wanted to run wild and be beautiful on her own, but her whole family pampered her to the heavens! Want to do scientific research? Three big brothers donate a research institute. Headache and cold? Powerful parents gather authoritative experts overnight, starting the examinations from cancer. Rumors in Capital City are never-ending: The Xia family's daughter is a spoiled and arrogant waste! The Xia family rose in defiance, but Xia Ye just laughed: I'll handle it myself. The foremost classic instrument of China, she made it casually 500 years ago. The ancient texts that students memorize until they're bald, necessary for the college entrance exam, were written by her 700 years ago in a drunken stupor. The world's seventh greatest unsolved mystery—a relic Sky Pit with a diameter of 7,300 meters—was created by her 1,000 years ago during a quarrel with Heavenly Dao. Everyone was waiting for her to show off and fail miserably, but the Xia family kept receiving calls from the Mutant Plant Association, metaphysics masters, supernatural organizations, cultural archaeology bureaus... "Has the old ancestor returned?" Later, Xia Ye ascended to the second spot on the global rich list. At the award ceremony, she raised an eyebrow: What happened to the divine retribution and punishment, it seems quite nourishing? By her side, the world's richest man, the Heavenly Emperor in a suit and shoes: How could I truly punish my own wife...

Mr. GaoRen · Urbain
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258 Chs

132 Fellow Daoist is sick, the old ancestor is heartbroken

Zou Wu had hardly borrowed the paper from Tang Tianjiao before the wind blew it away.

Startled, he immediately leapt out of a first-floor window to chase after the paper.

"It clearly flew this way just now, didn't it?"

"How could it not be here?"

He rubbed his arms and shuddered with cold.

The temperature had dropped last night, and unexpectedly, today was very windy as well.

After several rounds of searching, he couldn't find it.

Shivering with cold, he only saw Principal Tian beside the flower bed.

He ran over. "Principal Tian, did you see a math paper..."

"I haven't seen it!" Tian Hanwen declared firmly, cutting him off before he could finish.

Zou Wu was stunned for a moment.

Why did it seem like a flicker of guilt passed over Principal Tian's face?

Zou Wu's eyes quickly darted around, soon noticing a small corner of test paper peeking out from Principal Tian's coat pocket.