One Year Is One Term, Fairies Are Rushing to Marry Me

"He was born a cripple, with incomplete bones and difficult cultivation. How could I, a noble saint from the Demon Sect, marry such a loser?" Ding! It has been detected that the host is being deflated and is binding you to the one-year entry system. Bite! Binding successful! In the first year, [A hundred tempers make you steel: anything that cannot kill you directly can temper you and create resistance. After tempering a hundred times, you will be completely immune] In the second year, [God rewards those who work hard: any three skills you have mastered can be improved through repeated practice. The more repetitions, the faster the qualitative change] … Year N,... "He was born to be my destined husband. He is always busy, but only those who are able work hard. Besides, my husband, the noble saint of the Demon Sect, is doing well. How can I allow you to lie like a little thief!"