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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 · Thành thị
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Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations

However, before he made his attack, Lu Zijia kicked him on the side of his waist first, directly making him roll a huge distance.

The attack that the old Taoist Priest was about to make was also interrupted in an instant and he almost suffered a backlash.

"Don't… Don't go too far!" The old Taoist Priest shouted furiously.

Being humiliated by a junior again and again, the old Taoist Priest even had the urge to tear Lu Zijia apart with his hands.

However, he was no match for Lu Zijia in the first place, so he could only hate her in his mind and try to look for an opportunity to take revenge in the future.

Lu Zijia didn't care about his anger. Instead, she raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at a wooden waist tablet that the old Taoist Priest dropped. This kind of waist tablet was the symbol of a sect's disciple.

However, when Lu Zijia saw the words on the waist tablet clearly, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching.