My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

lmost exhausted.
He was caught off guard and was directly kicked in the chest by Lu Zijia, instantly spurting out a mouthful of blood.

“Ahem, ahem, ahem…”

Gu Ying’s chest heaved violently as he leaned against a peach blossom tree.
He couldn’t help coughing as he looked at Lu Zijia in disbelief.

Whether it was in the family or the entire Martial Arts World, he was already outstanding enough to reach the third level of Ancient Martial Arts before he was 40.

However, he had never thought that this woman in front of him, who seemed to be in her early twenties, would be even stronger than him.

Most importantly, he still couldn’t feel the level of her cultivation, which couldn’t help making him surprised and delighted.

He was shocked by Lu Zijia’s ability and was happy that he would get a huge boost again if he could make this woman his.

By that time, the possibility of him getting the position of the family leader would be even higher.

Thinking of his promising future, Gu Ying became extremely thrilled in his mind and there was determination in his gaze when he looked at Lu Zijia.

Lu Zijia certainly noticed the change in his expression, but she didn’t take it seriously.

After her identity as an alchemist was exposed in her previous life, she had already seen this kind of reaction and gaze many times, so there was nothing to worry about.

“So, do you still want to teach me a lesson?”

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Lu Zijia fiddled with the whip in her hand casually and raised her eyebrows slightly as she glanced at the two people who were in a messy state at this moment with a faint smile.

Gu Ying was a bit better.
Even though his face was pale and his clothes were messy and there was quite a lot of blood on his body, at least he had clothes to cover his body, right?

On the other hand, Xi Rou’s v-neck mini dress had already been torn into pieces by Lu Zijia just then.
And after being affected by the fight between the two of them, there wasn’t much left of the dress that had already become rags.