My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator



"Young… Young Master, are you alright?"

The Lin brothers dragged their seriously injured bodies and slowly crawled in front of Sun Ding. Coincidentally, they met Sun Ding's vicious gaze and couldn't help being startled.

Thinking of how the Lin brothers persuaded him to leave just then, Sun Ding didn't make things difficult for the two of them for once, but his expression still wasn't good.

On Cao Fei'er's side, two more quick-witted Silver Moon Sect disciples who wanted to please Cao Fei'er endured the waves of pain in their bodies and helped her up as they staggered towards Sun Ding.

"Young Master Ding… "

Pa!

With the help of two disciples, Cao Fei'er slowly sat down in front of Sun Ding. However, before she sat down completely, Sun Ding slapped her hard.

"Ah! Ah!"

The two disciples who were supporting Cao Fei'er were seriously injured. They were already at their limit when they helped her over. When Cao Fei'er fell to the side, the two of them also fell to the ground.

It affected the injuries on their bodies. The two disciples were in so much pain that their faces were twisted and ferocious.

At the same time, they felt frustrated with Cao Fei'er. They had helped her over out of kindness, but they were implicated innocently. They were extremely angry.

However, the two of them had completely forgotten that their initial intention was to get benefits from Cao Fei'er. It wasn't considered "kindness".

"Young Master Ding?"

Cao Fei'er lay on the ground in a sorry state and turned to look at Sun Ding, who was staring at her fiercely, in disbelief.

"Is that woman just now an alchemist?" Sun Ding's chest heaved violently, as if he was suppressing something.

Cao Fei'er's expression froze and she put away her hand on the ground unconsciously. "Yes, Lu Zijia is an alchemist, but she's from the Lower Martial Arts World."

What it meant was that the cultivation talent of the people of the Lower Martial Arts Realm was much worse than that of the people of the Upper Martial Arts Realm, let alone alchemy.

So, Cao Fei'er was hinting that Sun Ding didn't have to take it to heart about an alchemist from the Lower Martial Arts World.

However, Sun Ding's focus wasn't on this, but…

"Then, you know that she's a level-eight martial artist?"

Sun Ding's voice suddenly became extremely sinister. "Slap! B*tch, you actually want to kill me!"

Cao Fei'er's face was turned to the side from the slap, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, Cao Fei'er couldn't care less about being slapped again and again. Instead, she was shocked that Sun Ding knew about Lu Zijia's situation!

Suddenly, Cao Fei'er remembered that Lu Zijia seemed to have told her before to bet with her.

"Let's bet… how much weight you have in Sun Ding's heart…"

Cao Fei'er, who suddenly thought it through, was both resentful and panicked.

"Young Master, no, it's not what you think. I didn't know that she's already a level-eight martial artist. The last time I saw her, she was only a level-seven martial artist. I didn't know her cultivation level would increase so quickly. Young Master Ding, you have to believe me. I really have no reason to harm you. What Lu Zijia said to you was just to sow discord between us. Young Master Ding, don't be deceived by her." Cao Fei'er said as she cried silently. The way she looked at Sun Ding was as affectionate as possible. She didn't look like she was lying at all.

However, Sun Ding wasn't fooled by her words this time.

"Heh! You don't know? Cao Fei'er, good job. You want to coax me like I'm a fool, right? Just you wait. I won't let this go just like that!"