After the Divorce, the Concubine's Space Hides the Secret of Immortals and Demons for Thousands of Years

"Miss Su, you can't afford to sit in the position of Madam Dark Moon Cult." Murong Ci's Xuantie Marriage Letter was slapped in front of me, with magic lines gushing like blood on the parchment. He picked apart the beaded flowers on my temples with his fingertips, and sneered through the ancestral hall: "A concubine, a waste with a broken spiritual root, is she worthy of marrying a demon cultivator?" I clutched the sandalwood box my mother gave me before she died, and my nails almost dug into my palms. Three days ago, the mistress said, "Young Madam Demon Cultivator is your blessing," but now she was hiding behind the screen and laughing lightly - they had planned it long ago and wanted me to be humiliated in front of the whole clan. Until late at night, I was kneeling in the firewood shed looking through my mother's belongings, and the musty book Bai Zhilu suddenly glowed with blue light. When my fingertips touched the word "Spiritual Field", a green field suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. The ninth-level spiritual grass was shining in the moonlight, and the dew condensed on the leaf tips was dripping. It actually cured the pain in my wrist. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.