My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator



Han Luochun's expression froze before she quickly restrained herself. "Boss Lu, are you dissatisfied with the price?"

For 200,000 yuan, he could already buy a low-level Mystic Rank spirit weapon. It was already an astronomical price for him to pay 200,000 yuan for two mid-level Yellow Rank inscriptions.

"Fellow Taoist Han, you must be joking. With my current level of inscription technique, it's already an excellent price for Fellow Daoist Han to be willing to pay 200,000 yuan. How can I not be satisfied?"

Lu Zijia smiled and said, but Han Luochun still couldn't see what she meant.

Han Luochun looked puzzled. "Then what do you mean, Boss Lu?"

"My ability is limited. Let me take a look at Fellow Taoist Han's Mystic Spiritual Weapon first before deciding if I should accept it!" Lu Zijia pointed at the long box held by the guard in green and said.

Han Luochun's heart skipped a beat unconsciously, but seeing that Lu Zijia looked normal, he quickly suppressed the nervousness in his heart and asked the guard to open the box.

"Boss Lu, please."

Han Luochun made an inviting gesture to Lu Zijia and then took a step back, so that everyone around could see an ancient long knife in the box clearly.

The moment the long saber was revealed, everyone present clearly felt a vast pressure.

That long saber looked to have a certain history. Clearly, it wasn't refined recently.

"A low-level Mystic Spiritual Weapon. Fellow Taoist Han is really generous." Lu Zijia looked at the long saber in the box and only glanced at it a few times, but didn't pick it up to check.

In order to set her up, they took out a Mystic Spiritual Weapon right away. Wasn't that generous?

Han Luochun didn't hear the deeper meaning in Lu Zijia's words. He waved his hand arrogantly after hearing that. "It's just a low-level Mystic Spiritual Weapon. It's nothing."

The surrounding guests: "!!!" If a Mystic Spiritual Weapon wasn't anything, then what was?

This attraction of hatred was simply too successful!

"Since it's nothing, why would Fellow Taoist Han spend so much money to draw two mid-level Yellow Rank inscriptions for the long saber?"

Lu Zijia raised her hand and closed the long box again. "Fellow Taoist Han, you must know this too. Only by drawing inscriptions above the Mystic level can a Mystic Spiritual Weapon be of the greatest use. And I can't do it yet."

What she meant was that she rejected this deal.

In fact, Lu Zijia's techniques, be it inscriptions, alchemy, weapon refinement, array formations, or talismans, had already reached the low-level of the Mystic Rank.

Of course, if it weren't for the limitation of her cultivation level, Lu Zijia, who had a lot of experience in her previous life, could totally recover to the high-level Mystic Rank level like in her previous life.

Hearing Lu Zijia's rejection, Han Luochun was a bit displeased in his mind, thinking that Lu Zijia really didn't know how to do business.

A fool like him had already taken the initiative to come to her, but she still rejected him. She really wouldn't pick up the Spirit Stones even if it was almost gifted to her. She was a fool!

Han Luochun complained about Lu Zijia in his mind, but he still looked amiable on the outside.

"Boss Lu, you're really good at joking. You're the only inscriber in the entire Zhuang Prefectural City. If even you can't do it, who else can? Besides, I'm not asking you to draw a mystic-level inscription, Boss Lu. I just need a yellow-level inscription."

Lu Zijia put her hands behind her back and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Fellow Taoist Han, you should find someone else!"

"Master, that's 200,000 Spirit Stones. Do you really not want it? 200,000 Spirit Stones. I can eat it for a long time!" The big snow wolf scratched the ground with its claws and whispered to its master anxiously.