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

Lu Zijia didn't hide anything and admitted it casually.

Long Xueni, who originally felt a bit ashamed and guilty, couldn't help feeling furious after hearing Lu Zijia's answer. She immediately said without thinking. "You knew all along. Why didn't you remind us? I think you did it on purpose! Maybe you're in cahoots with them!"

Mu Tianyan's cold face was covered with frost and his voice was bone-chilling. "You're the one who's incapable, so why are you blaming others?"

Meeting Mu Tianyan's bone-chilling eyes, Long Xueni immediately felt like she was frozen by a thousand-year-old iceberg. Her face instantly turned extremely pale.

Long Xueni felt the temperature of her body drop drastically, as if the temperature had instantly left her.

Blame Me for Being Too Outstanding? (2)