My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

A middle-aged man with a mustache surrounded by everyone eagerly looked up at the short-haired girl who was begging him.

After a while, he nodded as if he was benevolent. "Alright, you'll do."

The short-haired girl widened her eyes in disbelief and was so excited that her eyes turned red. "Master… Master Fanming, is… Is it really me? Did you really choose me?"

The short-haired girl was so excited that she was a bit incoherent, and her fair face turned red.

The people around who weren't chosen all looked at the short-haired girl enviously, wishing they could replace her.

"That's right. Please sit."

Master Fanming nodded slightly and made an inviting gesture, indicating for the short-haired girl to sit down.

The short-haired girl sat down happily and nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Thank you, Master Fanming."

"Alright, extend your hand for me to see your palm first!" Master Fanming raised his hand and said.

"Alright, Master, please take a look." The short-haired girl quickly reached out her hand with her palm facing up.

Master Fanming first observed the short-haired girl's palm for a while, then read the girl's fortune a moment later.

"Master Fanming, how is it?" Seeing Master Fanming frown, the short-haired girl couldn't help asking nervously in a low voice.

Master Fanming sighed slightly and shook his head again, looking troubled. "Yours is a case of your soul leaving your body. If your soul leaves your body, it will greatly harm your lifespan. If you don't resolve your situation as soon as possible, your soul will leave your body for longer periods of time, so it'll naturally become more serious. It's a bit difficult to deal with!"

The short-haired girl was a bit confused, but she could tell that her life was in danger.

"Then, then what should I do, Master? Right, didn't someone say before that Master Fanming, you had helped to solve a case that was similar to mine? Then, Master Fanming, you must have a way to deal with my situation, right? Please, Master Fanming, you must help me! Please."

The short-haired girl's eyes were red as she begged Master Fanming with a choked voice.

She was still young and had a lot of youth. She really didn't want to die at all!

The people around looked at the short-haired girl's pleading look with red eyes and couldn't help feeling pity toward her.

However, they didn't dare to disturb Master Fanming. They all waited quietly to see if Master Fanming had a way to deal with it.

Master Fanming didn't agree to the short-haired girl's request immediately. Instead, he pondered for a while before he seemed to have made a decision and sighed reluctantly.

"Forget it. Since we met, it's fate. As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Although the things I collect are precious, they're not as valuable as a life."

As he spoke, Master Fanming took out a small paper bag from his pocket. There seemed to be something in the small paper bag that was a bit bulging.

"This was left behind by my master. I originally wanted to keep it as a memory, but since I can save your life, I can only take it out. I don't think my master will blame me."

Hearing what Master Fanming said, the short-haired girl was extremely grateful for saving her life.

"Thank you, Master Fanming. Thank you, Master Fanming. You're a living Buddha. Good people will definitely be rewarded!"

After thanking him sincerely, the short-haired girl quickly took out a brocade bag with gold coins from her bag and put it in front of Master Fanming.