Cultivation: The Sword in a Loving Mother’s Hand

After dying in a car accident, Lin Wei discovered that she had entered the world of cultivation, in the body of a pathetic, overindulgent mother.

Her hypocritical husband treated her like a cultivation furnace, using her for his own benefit before tossing her aside.

Her three ungrateful sons looked down on her and hoped she'd die soon.

After they wrung every last bit of value from her, the original owner died alone and miserable.

Looking at her aged face and battered body, Lin Wei rolled up her sleeves and got to work.

Many years later, her sons came to claim her as their mother, and her husband came to claim her as his wife.

The ungrateful sons had become useless and spread rumors everywhere: “Mother treasures us most. We are connected heart to heart and bound by blood. She'll always be our mother.”

Her hypocritical husband put on a show of devotion too. “My dear, a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of affection. Married couples don't hold grudges overnight. Nothing matters more than our family living well together.”

Lin Wei said, “Heh. Take this sword!”

Heaven, you saw that, right? I wasn't trying to kill them. They ran into my sword to commit suicide! Don't you dare strike me with lightning!