Transmigrating as a Farmer's Wife

As a body cultivator with no sect, I was poor and couldn't afford pills. By chance, I got hold of a pirated pill recipe compendium and went down the crooked path, cutting corners at every turn, never looking back. As the saying goes, what goes around comes around. A second-generation cultivator bought one of my expired pills that wouldn't kill you, but it made her grow a beard. I forgot to mention that the cultivator was a woman, and she considered this a mortal grudge. So, naturally, I died. Except I didn't stay dead. I was reborn as a peasant woman who ate, drank, and gambled, and did everything else except sleep around. She'd battled her mother-in-law, nearly starved her daughter to death, was lazy and neglectful of her family, and, worst of all, she was ugly. Seriously? When words fail, draw your sword. No, wait, pull up a tree. There's a pit by the in-laws' gate. They say someone got so angry she yanked up a tree by its roots. Onlookers, scatter! Li Xiaoxi, your wife's combat power is off the charts. It'd be a waste not to put her in the special forces. Going VIP on the 20th Theme: