MTL - Mr. Fu, You’ve Spoiled Your Wife Rotten! - Chapter 7 Is this your attitude towards your savior?

What would you do if you could shuttle the plane?

Gao Linhao got an artifact that can shuttle the plane, so he reached the pinnacle of life, and became an existence beyond everything, just suffering from the unrecognizable planes that Lin Hao had given to evil!

Ji Linhao said, “I want to change as long as it makes me unhappy!”

- Description from Uukanshu

I have a foster father…

Um, that’s not the important part. I just want to say, why doesn’t he understand the differences between boys and girls in this world? He insists a pornographic picture is actually a diagram of acupuncture points. And also…why did he raise me as a boy for 15 years?! It’s impressive that he can write prescriptions, but I studied poisons.

But, why is he a Fang Hua Beast…

Chen An transmigrated into the world of cultivating immortals. Relying on the fact that he was a transmigrator, he set himself a small goal of entering the foundation establishment stage in ten years.

Unexpectedly, his talent in cultivation was extremely poor, and he was stuck at the third level of Qi refining for many years without making any further progress. After thirty years of hard work in cultivation, he returned as a beginner.

He had wanted to pursue immortality, but in the end, he only learned alchemy. Seeing no hope in cultivation, he chose to return to ordinary life and married a wife to enjoy the pleasures of the mundane world.

However, on the night of his wedding, he returned to the path of cultivating immortals.

[Ding! Your system has been activated.]

[Alchemy experience +1.]

[Alchemy experience +1.]

[Alchemy experience +1.]

It turned out that marrying his wife and enjoying the pleasures of the mundane world was his path to becoming immortal. It allowed him to skip thousands of years of detours and directly become immortal.

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For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”