Refine Divine Pills in a Broken Pot and Make the Half-Demon Destroyer My Husband

Ji Xiaoman, the Pill Ancestor, was reincarnated as a three-year-old little girl who never had enough to eat or warm clothes to wear.

She opened her eyes to find her master's meridians completely crippled, coughing blood and on the verge of death; her senior brother's sword broken and their food supply gone; her senior sister calculating how to buy coarse rice on credit; and a half-demon boy destined to destroy the world staring at her neck and drooling every day.

Their sect was so destitute that a creditor had come to the door demanding tens of millions of spirit stones?

Xiaoman sneered, set up a battered iron pot, and grabbed a handful of rabbit-feed weeds from the mountain behind them.

One "Energizing Black Pill," and a Transcendent old monster would beg her to come out of seclusion, willing to spend his entire fortune!

One batch of "Beauty Hawthorn Candies," and the Holy Land's female emperor would cry and beg to be her godmother!

One basket of "Hearty Strength Pills," and her dying master would become a mighty tribulation transcender, while every one of her senior brother and sister's hands held a divine weapon!

Later, when the creditor came knocking, her master kicked him flying, and her senior sister took out her steel abacus and extorted ten billion from him instead!

Everyone wondered which deity was backing the Guiyuan Sect,

only to see three-and-a-half-year-old Xiaoman sitting on the neck of the world-ending Demon Venerable at the entrance to their ethereal palace, swinging her chubby little legs.

"A Jin, buy the Dragon Palace in the Eastern Sea. We're having seafood hot pot tonight!"

The bloodthirsty boy's eyes and brows were full of tenderness. "Whatever you say, wife."