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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!

Sky Cold · Général
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707 Chs

Murder

Éditeur: Atlas Studios

Use civility before resorting to force.

Since the enemy was unwilling to take a step back, she would beat him until the enemy submitted.

That time, she used her zither music as a sword to pierce through the Golden Core of the two Golden Core Stage cultivators, completely destroying their cultivation.

Clunk!

The sound of the zither grew louder and louder. It was as if thousands of soldiers and horses were galloping on the battlefield, or as if the rumbling Yellow River was crashing down like a storm…

This majestic and murderous aura shook even the surrounding air. The whistling wind and snow outside the water pavilion became the background music of the zither.

Feng Yang sat up straight like a spear. Her lips were tightly pursed, and her expression was complicated.

Her old but not cloudy eyes looked straight at Gu Yanfei, who was playing the zither. Her heartstrings were touched by the distant strings, and her eyes gradually became dazed.