My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator



"Who told you that my current cultivation level is at level seven of the Ancient Martial Arts?"

Lu Zijia chuckled. "Do you think you're the only one who increased your cultivation level in the past two years? Miss Cao, have you forgotten that I'm an alchemist? It's not difficult for alchemists to increase their strength in an extremely short period of time."

Of course, it was obviously extremely unwise to increase one's cultivation level by taking pills alone.

As Lu Zijia spoke, Cao Fei'er's face became even more ferocious and twisted, and there was obvious jealousy in her eyes. She didn't even know that her sharp nails had dug into her palm.

"So what if you're an alchemist? If you offend Sun Ding now, you'll offend the entire Dual Polarity Sect. Do you think you can deal with a large sect alone?"

Cao Fei'er's tone was sinister. As she spoke, she suddenly smiled like a winner.

"Lu Zijia, don't blame me for not reminding you. As long as you cripple your dantian right now, I'll intercede for you and let Sun Ding spare your life. How about that? Think carefully. If you miss this chance to save yourself, you'll definitely die in the future!"

Cao Fei'er didn't know where she got her confidence from, but she sounded very certain.

Lu Zijia looked at her with a strange gaze, as if she was looking at a lunatic.

"An ordinary alchemist might not be able to shake a large sect, but what if it's an extraordinary alchemist? What do you think? Oh right, there's one more thing. You should know about the Space Storage Talisman, right?"

Lu Zijia tilted her head and showed a mocking smile. "How do you think the Dual Polarity Sect will choose between an alchemist with a Space Storage Talisman and a Martial Artist Elder? So, even if I offend your lover to death, I still have many ways to save my life."

As soon as she finished talking, Lu Zijia's slender and fair hand suddenly grabbed Cao Fei'er's neck. With just a little force, Cao Fei'er would instantly lose her breath.

"Uh…"

The sudden tightening of the grip on her neck made Cao Fei'er let out a painful cry, like a fish that jumped out of the water and was extremely oxygen-deprived.

"I let you run when we were in the Martial Arts Realm. Do you think you can still run this time?" Lu Zijia's expression was cold and there was a cold, murderous intent in her voice.

Cao Fei'er wanted to kill her, so she had no reason to let her go.

As Lu Zijia tightened her grip, Cao Fei'er looked terrified and struggled violently, trying to give herself a chance to escape.

However, no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free from Lu Zijia's palm.

Just as Cao Fei'er thought that she would definitely die, a loud sound came from Sun Ding's side, followed by a miserable scream.

Lu Zijia looked up. When she saw what was going on clearly, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching and she thought to herself, "This golden pagoda is really good at imitating me!"

"Oh, oh, oh! So kicking the ball is so fun. No wonder Master was so happy."

The golden pagoda, which was kicking Sun Ding, this unlucky child, like a ball, was like a three-year-old child, jumping and shouting happily.

Of course, it didn't stop kicking the ball during this period.

Lu Zijia: "…" For some reason, she had a feeling that she had led her little friend astray?!

Suddenly, Lu Zijia's eyes flickered slightly and she thought of a better way to deal with Cao Fei'er.

Most of the time, death wasn't scary. What was scary was losing everything one cared about the most. That would be a life worse than death.