My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty - Chapter 37 Temple Fair Stroll; Matchmaking Tree

I'm captured? Fine, I can't help it since I can't move.Experimented on? At least give me some anaesthetic.I'm freed? Let me get some revenge.Want to plead for your life? Sorry, this miss here holds a grudge.I destroyed the lab so now let me explore this world freely.I somehow joined Mr Hero's party. Fine, he seems fun."Aiya, how cruel. For the honour of being a hero you'd kill this missy huh?" She smiled whilst bleeding out."Che, you still have the mind to joke right now?" He said with a glare."What is life if not to enjoy every moment? Since I'm going to die and I can't avenge myself, I hope someone else does.""No one will. You were the only one who was more powerful than I with your Nanomancy. Now with you out of th-""Hush child. I'm trying to die in peace here.""But I'm ol-!""Ap! Good children don't disturb their elders.""But yo-!""Bye~" She grinned before losing strength."FUCK!"…Why am I sleeping in the snowfields?Mr Wolves are growling at me. Hungry huh?... Me too.This is my second book please have mercy on this author. Enjoy.Cover was drawn by the amazing Aoi OgataNanomancer=A mage that uses nanobotsIf you want to support me:Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/AuthorReiliDiscord Server: https://discord.gg/eFYFYcwInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorreili/

A young orphaned boy named Mu Yi is saved by an old travelling Taoist Priest. They travel the world ‘scamming’ people by ‘exorcising ghosts’ and ‘slaying demons’, that is until the old Taoist Priest dies and Mu Yi is forced to realise that all is not as it seems. He was told stories of armies of ghosts, hordes of zombies, horrifying demons, and worst of all, the cultivators who controlled them.

Mu Yi takes his first steps towards rising to the top of this dark and cruel new world.

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(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…

‘Less than a month old… I became the the great empire’s treasured princess…!’