Mo Qianyi

She is a cultivator from another world. She is proficient in refining artifacts, improving elixirs, talisman arrays, medical skills, and even fortune-telling. Due to several unexpected tribulations, her reputation was tarnished and she became the second daughter of the Lu family who harbored ill intentions toward her future brother-in-law. 
What? She had just been reborn, and she was going to marry a ferocious man who was known as the living Lord of Hell and the second young master of the Mu family whose legs were disabled?! Fine! Since that man was so magnificent and fit her taste, she would marry him anyway! But what happened to his legs being inconvenient? Who was the man who would pounce on her from time to time at night and pamper her until she felt sore all over?! Who was the one that first spread the rumors? Would they dare to come forward? They would most likely be crippled if they did not kill him! 
[In the modern world, the male and the female are both strong. From evil torturing to extensive face slapping, this story is filled with endless thrills. There are mythical dimensions, cute babies and even (not scary) supernatural occurrences. Both leads are immaculate and pure while the male lead is addicted to doting on his wife!

Henyee Translations

My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Henyee

"Song Zhuolan, what exactly did our family do to you that upset you? I can't believe you're so evil-hearted that you want the entire Song family dead!

"If you can't tell me one bad thing that our family did to you, I'll beat you vicious bastard to death today!"

Fang Yueqiu was so enraged that her eyes turned red, and she stared at Song Zhuolan firmly as if she couldn't wait to tear Song Zhuolan apart.

Ye Nambo behind saw that his mother was pushed over. He immediately went up and held her agilely.

He then frowned and looked at Fang Yueqiu instantly, "Auntie, what are you doing?

"Even if my mother did something wrong, you shouldn't lay a hand on her."

Ye Nambo was wearing a suit. The buttons on his shirt were fastened tidily and the way he talked was very upright and elegant, just like a princely gentleman.

Unfortunately, Lu Zijia, who knew his true self, knew that was only a hypocritical appearance.

Confronted and Exposed Face-to-Face (1)