The Entire Cultivation World Is Hunting Down My Frail, Obedient Husband

Su Tang was transmigrated into the body of a good-for-nothing fake heiress from a cultivation family and forced to marry a sickly mortal in someone else’s place.

That was fine with her. Getting away from the rat race of the cultivation world and lazing around at a run-down inn was the truly enlightened way to live!

Besides, her sickly husband, Yan Ci, was stunningly handsome, gentle, and sweet. He was good at everything from laundry to cooking. His only flaw was a fondness for bringing home “scrap metal” to patch up the corners of the house.

Then one day, the cultivation world’s holographic forum, the SpiritNet, exploded:

[Shocking! The First Sword Sect’s ten-thousand-year-old Ice Marrow has been stolen by a mysterious bully!]

[The sky is falling! The Treasure Pavilion’s guardian golden toad was carried off. The bully left a message saying he wanted to give it to his wife as a lucky cat!]

[Latest report: The bully’s portrait is out! Extremely dangerous!]

Su Tang was munching on melon seeds as she read the gossip when she caught sight of the portrait. She looked at the “broken rock” she used to chill her watermelon, then at the dazzling “giant golden toad” on the counter, and finally at her husband, who was sweetly chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

Su Tang asked cautiously, “Dear, where did you go shopping for groceries today?”

Yan Ci smiled gently. “I took a stroll around Zhongzhou. These scraps looked all right, so I brought them back for you to prop up the table.”

Su Tang: What?! I’m the one everyone’s gossiping about?!

Later, the mighty cultivators of the entire cultivation world stormed the inn.

But the legendary Dragon Lord of Annihilation, who was said to be merciless, stood outside in a pink apron, holding a broom and glaring at them. “The inn is closed for the day. Take one more step and wake my wife from her nap, and I’ll scatter your ashes to the wind.”

The mighty cultivators of the entire cultivation world fell to their knees with a thud. “Sir, we’re actually here to buy annual passes to the inn!”