Novel & Cerita My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Thinking of her master, Alia felt a pang of nostalgia. In her past life, after inheriting her master’s teachings, he had said to her, “You’re ready to go out on your own.” Then he quietly disappeared. From that day on, Alia had roamed the world with one wish in mind—to find her master and show him her growth. Yet, despite the years, she had never caught a trace of him. Now, reborn as a noblewoman, she wondered if her new identity and resources could help her find him. A sudden thought struck her: could her master also be coming here, perhaps drawn by the rumored “Holy Grail”?

"My wife is talented with illusion magic, if you hadn't noticed. What you killed was a very convincing construct. The real me has been somewhere much more interesting, perfecting the magic needed for our true purpose." "Which is?" "Ascension." He said it like it was obvious. "Transcendence beyond the limits of our current forms. Becoming something greater than mere wolves or witches or any pathetic supernatural creature crawling around this realm." "You're insane," Raven said flatly. "I'm visionary," he corrected with a smile that made my skin crawl. "There's a difference. And in about three minutes, when my wife completes the second phase of the ritual, you'll all see exactly how visionary

Raina snapped, "You can't marry Elara!" I raised an eyebrow, a mocking laugh slipping from my lips. "And who exactly are you to say that?" "Your wife!" Raina shot back. "In our previous life, we were happy! We had a perfect family! Everyone envied us! We were the couple people couldn't stop talking about!" She'd finally said it out loud—the secret that she had come back in time too. I burst out laughing, as if I'd just heard the biggest joke of my life.

The Mothers called such things corruptions of the flesh, I immediately turned my head away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “I didn’t mean to—” “Watch,” the Master interrupted softly. Fear tightened inside my chest. “I cannot, Master.” “You must.” His voice sharpened slightly. “A wife should understand how to please her husband.” The room suddenly felt suffocating and too small, i stared desperately at the floor while shame and confusion twisted violently inside me, the Mothers spent our entire lives condemning desire as sinful, yet now the Master called this sacred, holy and necessary, nothing made sense anymore, the Master moved closer until I could smell the heavy scent of incense and a

" Were he to marry such a woman, it would be tantamount to using cheat codes while cultivating! Not only could he roam the world with this beautiful woman, but given enough time and aptitude, he could also aim to become a Supreme Master. Her physical body and lineage would surely tempt a man to cultivate with her, even if she were a sow and not a woman. "Miaoyu Bordello" was truly extraordinary.

Master Javen give Jade the drink. "Sargeant, I'm sorry I need to bring my wife home now. Please investigate the incident here and let me know immediately the results," the master said as he stood up and carried his wife into his arms, and walk out to the door. Master Javen carried Jade to the helicopter, then left the site. As the helicopter hovering up in the sky, Master Javen embraced tightly his wife. "Javen, I'm dirty and did not bath, I don't smell nice, don't hug me too much." Jade shyly said.

Is this still the Master Cloudwalker that no one can move? It's not like only the Jenkins family member went, then he would meet people. Usually the master, he never sees guests, even the rich and powerful have to wait. The way he talked to Ms. Amelia Cromwell now was just jaw-dropping! "Master, this won't do, you can't take on disciples for your master." Yosef exclaimed. Master Cloudwalker gave him a look and said, "What's wrong? You know nothing. This kind of rare cultivator that only appears once in a millennium, being able to be your master's disciple, your master would be secretly happy even in the underground."

For a long moment, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, silent, then I exhaled slowly. Of course. If I had transmigrated into a novel… then the first thing any reasonable person would try to do was simple. Change the plot. Just like every transmigrator in those stories, avoid the tragic ending, escape the fate written by the author. So that’s exactly what I tried to do, my first decision was simple. Divorce Salvatore Mancini. If Lena Carter’s tragedy began with this marriage… then removing the marriage should remove the tragedy too. It sounded logical, simple, almost laughably easy, until the day I tried it.

“Boss? Not a master?” She eyed him weirdly. “Are you even worthy? Not even that, you’re willing to take a four- five- year old girl as your master? Wow. You must be really desperate.” His face immediately turned crimson, and because of his delicate appearance, he looked like a blushing shy wife. “I-I… can I truly be a cultivator if I call you boss? Will the seniors of your...Church...be willing to take in a cripple like me?” “Brat, you are not even crippled. Not to mention, even if you are truly crippled, so what? Rocks can cultivate and become sentient, what more a human?”

His emotions were incomparable at the moment. Marius hurriedly pointed to Taichu and introduced, “Master, this is my wife…” Taichu immediately interrupted, “Who’s your wife? From now on, you’ll only be concerned with your master. There’s no need for me anymore.” Marius was rendered speechless. James looked at her and called out, “Ms. Taichu?” Taichu’s beautiful eyes filled with surprise as she asked, “Do you know me? A…Are you going to turn me into a skeleton too? If so, then just kill me instead.”