My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Liang Wenmei only felt five thunders pounding the sky in an instant, and her face turned pale.

"Mother concubine!"

Seeing his mother and concubine crumbling and looking like she would fall down at any time, Duanmu Heng hurriedly stepped forward and carefully supported him.

Tears flashed in Liang Wenmei's eyes, she staggered forward two steps, and looked at Lu Zijia almost pleadingly, "Jia'er, is there no other way?"

After tens of years of ascetic cultivation, he finally succeeded in cultivation, but suddenly he became a mortal. For the cultivator, life is simply worse than death.

What's more, the man lying on the dragon bed is still the supreme emperor of the Lin Kingdom!

How can this be accepted, how can it be accepted!

Lu Zijia looked at Liang Wenmei's grief-stricken appearance. Although she wanted to say yes, in fact, she really had no other way.

Even though he knew the cruelty, Lu Zijia still shook his head, "I am only a Xuan-level alchemist now, and it is the best result to save the king's life."

It was also thanks to the king's will that he stood firm, otherwise what they saw now was a dead bone of the king.

When Liang Wenmei heard the words, she burst into tears.

Duanmuheng was also very sad in his heart, "Jia'er, then my father, can I still practice in the future?"

Lu Zijia thought about it and said, "It can be, but the talent and aptitude may be worse before being poisoned."

"As long as you can still practice, it's fine." Duanmu Heng said excitedly.

As long as you can still practice, there is hope there.

Moreover, the father king is the king of the Delin Kingdom, even if the talent and aptitude are a little worse, he can use the treasures of heaven and earth to push the cultivation base to the foundation.

The foundation can live to be about two hundred years old, and what will happen in the future can only be discussed later.

It took Lu Zijia two days to finally completely remove the toxins from Duanmu Rin's body, and the rest is conditioning.

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Hall of Perseverance.

Lu Zijia looked at the large wooden boxes that were moved in, with a puzzled look on her face.

Duanmuheng followed behind and saw Lu Zijia's puzzled look, so he explained, "Jia'er, these spiritual plants are my father's gift to thank you."

With that said, Duanmu Heng opened one of the wooden boxes.

"Look Jia'er, these spiritual plants are my father's treasures. Even the chief alchemist of our royal family asked my father for it, but my father did not give them."

It has been half a month since Duanmu Rin was rescued.

Eight days ago, Duanmu Rin had woken up. After learning that he had become an ordinary mortal, he did not react too much, but felt relieved.

However, Duanmu Rin was very happy to learn that he could still practice again.

After all, after being a cultivator for decades, suddenly becoming a mortal is still very unaccustomed.

Lu Zijia looked at the Xuan-level Lingzhi in the wooden box, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

However, the several wooden boxes that Duanmuheng opened later were basically Huang-level spiritual plants.

But this is not surprising, Delin Country is just a small country, and it is already very good to be able to take out a box of Xuan-level spiritual plants.

"The king has a heart, then I'm welcome!"

Lu Zijia didn't mean to be polite at all, and after speaking, he directly sent a few large boxes of spiritual plants to the ancient space.

Speed, that's called a fast!

"Oh, right."

Lu Zijia suddenly remembered something, took out five storage bags from the space and handed them to Duanmu Heng, "Material is limited, only storage bags can be refined.

Each storage bag has a hundred square meters, which should be enough. "