My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Seven years?"

Lu Zijia raised her eyebrows slightly. "You actually said that you waited for my man for seven years? Then why aren't you a virgin anymore? Moreover, there was more than one man. Was this what you meant by waiting for my man for seven years? I have to say that your liking and waiting are really cheap and disgusting!"

In Cao Fei'er's memories, not long after she was brought back to the sect, she hooked up with a talented senior brother. In less than a month, she had already rolled around the sheets with him.

Half a year later, she met another senior brother with stronger talent and cultivation. She ditched the weaker one and became friends with the stronger one.

Cao Fei'er might also understand that if she wanted to gain a foothold in the sect and obtain better resources, she couldn't completely rely on her father, the sect master.

Therefore, she kept interacting with talented men from good families to obtain cultivation resources.

It had to be said that although her method was shameless, it was indeed effective.

Otherwise, with her father's lukewarm attitude towards her, she wouldn't be able to cultivate to the fourth level of ancient martial arts at all.

As soon as Lu Zijia finished speaking, Cao Fei'er's pupils suddenly tightened, and a crack finally appeared on her pitiful face.

However, it quickly returned to normal.

"Miss Lu, I know that you hate me, but you can't slander me like this. I-I've been waiting for Brother Yan. Why would I have another man?"

Cao Fei'er lowered her eyes, and an obvious look of grievance appeared on her exquisite makeup. Her voice was filled with tears, and one couldn't help but pity her.

However, that didn't include Lu Zijia and Mu Tianyan.

Lu Zijia crossed her arms and relaxed her body, leaning against the man who was hugging her waist. "Slander? Did I really slander you? If you don't want others to know, don't do it. You targeted my man because you value his talent and think that he can be used by you. Oh, right. Perhaps there's also his… peerless beauty that charms thousands of girls."

As she spoke, Lu Zijia reached out and pinched the man's face fiercely, but in fact, she couldn't bear to use too much strength.

Alright, she admitted that she just couldn't bear to part with him.

The man's face belonged to her. She must be stupid to hurt the man's face for another woman.

Oh, no, it should be said that the entire man belonged to her, from his body to his soul!

Mu Tianyan couldn't help but smile at his wife's stubbornness. The girl's figure was clearly reflected in his deep eyes.

The dozen or so disciples who were silently hiding in a corner watching the show and waiting to see if there was anything they needed help with: "…"

The faces that charmed thousands of young ladies… Why did they feel that Alchemist Lu's words sounded like narcissism?

Cao Fei'er's eyes flashed with panic when her thoughts were exposed again.

How, how could this be? How did Lu Zijia know her plan? This was impossible, impossible!

She must be testing her. Yes, Lu Zijia must be testing her. She couldn't expose herself!

"Miss Lu, I won't hold it against you for accidentally injuring me just now because you're Brother Yan's wife. For Brother Yan, I can forgive you for anything."

Cao Fei'er looked up again with tears in her eyes and turned to look at Mu Tianyan pitifully.

"Brother Yan, I came to look for you today because I have something important to tell you. Can we talk in private?"

Cao Fei'er looked at Mu Tianyan with hope and pleading.