My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Chapter 1637 - Chapter 1637: The Wife Who Had Too Many Thoughts Made Him Suffer



Chapter 1637: The Wife Who Had Too Many Thoughts Made Him Suffer

Translator: Henyee Translations      Editor: Henyee Translations

The last test was the combat test, which would only start tomorrow.

So, Lu Zijia and Mu Tianyan went back to the inn they were staying at first.

In the guest room.

Lu Zijia checked her information wooden tablet with her soul power and couldn’t help feeling a bit depressed.

Seeing his wife like this, Mu Tianyan knew that there was something wrong with the information wooden tablet. He reached out and took his wife’s wooden tablet, looking at it with his soul power.

After reading it, Mu Tianyan couldn’t help chuckling. “Actually, that mentor has already estimated it highly enough.”

If it were any other cultivator with a useless spirit root, they probably wouldn’t even be at the sixth level of Qi Refinement at his wife’s age.

Lu Zijia immediately felt even more speechless. “Sixth level of Qi Refinement… If I were really at the sixth level of Qi Refinement, I would only come to register for Hongtian Academy if I was crazy!”

She was clearly at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm like her man, but that teacher actually assessed that her strength was only at the sixth level of Qi Refinement.

Seriously!

Did she really look that weak on the outside?

“What are you thinking about?”

Looking at his wife’s rolling eyes, Mu Tianyan guessed that she might be thinking of some unreliable ideas again.

It had to be said that Mu Tianyan knew his Dao Companion very well!

Lu Zijia blinked her big eyes and said, “I’m thinking that maybe my appearance is too deceiving, so that teacher thinks I’m a weak chicken.”

Mu Tianyan raised his eyebrows. “So?”

“So, I was wondering if I should change my image and make myself look fierce and domineering!”

Lu Zijia’s eyes were shining brightly. The more she spoke, the more she felt that it was feasible.

Mu Tianyan: “…” His wife was really a cultivator with many ideas!

However, his wife, who had too many ideas, made him a bit troubled..

Knock, knock..

At this moment, someone knocked on their door.

Then, Xu Qi’s voice sounded. “Fellow Taoist Mu, the second daughter of the Shi family, Miss Shi Shuangshuang, wants to see you. Do you want to meet her downstairs? Speaking of which, Fellow Taoist Mu, how did you meet the second daughter of the Shi family? Fellow Taoist Mu, let me tell you, we can be flirtatious as men, but we can’t be heartless. You already have a beautiful Dao companion like Fellow Taoist Lu. It’s not right for you to be disloyal.”

Obviously, Xu Qi thought that Mu Tianyan had something to do with Shi Shuangshuang.

Mu Tianyan’s face darkened and he casually waved his spiritual power at the door.

Bang!

The door opened with a sound. Xu Qi, who was originally chattering at the door, hurriedly dodged, lost his balance, and sat on the ground.

Xu Qi sat on the ground in a daze for a while, as if he couldn’t react. Why would Mu Tianyan suddenly attack him?

“Hey, Fellow Taoist Mu, why did you suddenly attack me? It’s fine if you attack me, but at least open the door first. Look, there’s a hole in the door. If my aunt finds out, I’ll definitely be scolded again.”

Xu Qi stood up and looked at the door that was pierced by the spiritual power attack. He couldn’t help but feel his heart ache.

Lu Zijia: “… l’ Xu Qi seemed to be paying attention to the wrong thing, right?

Besides, if this guy reacted quickly enough and defended against Ah Yan’s attack in time, the door wouldn’t have been pierced at all!

So, not only was this guy a chatterbox who deserved a beating, but he was also slow-witted…

“I’m not seeing her.” Mu Tianyan ignored Xu Qi’s complaint and said coldly..

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