My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

1381 Inscription Spirit Weapon (1)

“His internal injuries are very serious and there are even cracks in his dantian.” Lu Zijia came to this conclusion after taking his pulse.

“A dantian crack?!”

Liang Yingjun turned pale with fright. “Then… Then, will my father be unable to cultivate in the future?”

“Maybe your father isn’t destined to die.”

Lu Zijia said as she took out two jade bottles from her space and poured out two pills each. “Some of the pills I brought with me this time can repair the dantian. Give these two pills to your father! Next, he’ll just need to recuperate well.”

The Liang siblings burst into tears of joy after hearing that. They suddenly knelt down in front of Lu Zijia and kowtowed hard.

“Thank you for your kindness, Senior Lu and Senior Mu. We won’t forget it for the rest of our lives. In the future, if the two Seniors want our lives, we’ll definitely give our lives to you immediately!”

The Liang siblings said in unison, their tone extremely firm.

Lu Zijia quickly helped the two of them up and said in amusement, “Why would I want your lives for no reason? If you really want to help me, you have to live well first. If you lose your life, how can you help me?”

The Liang siblings were even more grateful when they heard that.

At the same time, they became even more puzzled. Why would these two Seniors help them like this?

However, this doubt was quickly suppressed by the Liang siblings.

No matter why, it was a fact that the two Seniors helped them.

Just as they said just now, even if the two Seniors wanted their lives in the future, they would definitely give it to them without hesitation!

After the Liang siblings carefully gave their father the pills, they saw that their father’s expression was improving at a visible speed.

The Liang siblings, who had been worried for so long, could finally relax a bit.

However, perhaps because his injuries were too serious and it had dragged on for too long, Liang Zongxing didn’t wake up immediately.

Then, the Liang siblings cleaned up a guest room for Lu Zijia and the others as quickly as possible.

“Seniors, rest for a while. I’ll call you when the food is ready,” Liang Yingyue said.

Lu Zijia nodded slightly. “Alright, thank you.”

“It’s no trouble, no trouble. It’s only right.”

The Liang siblings waved their hands repeatedly and quickly left the guest room, not disturbing the two of them anymore.

After the Liang siblings left, Lu Zijia waved her hand and the twenty spiritual weapons she bought from Dongling Trading Company instantly appeared on the ground.

Among the 20 spirit weapons, most of them were long swords, a total of 12. Next, there were five long sabers, a whip, a spear, and a hammer.

Apart from the four long swords that were mid-level Yellow Rank, the others were all low-level Yellow Rank spiritual weapons.

“We’re going to work again!”

Lu Zijia looked at the twenty spiritual weapons piled together and said with a sigh.

Mu Tianyan raised his hand and rubbed his wife’s head. “Is there something I can do for you?”

“There really is.”

Lu Zijia nodded very honestly. “Just help me think about what inscription to draw on that spiritual weapon.”

She was already at the Foundation Establishment realm now and could draw many inscriptions, but inscriptions weren’t just drawn randomly. There was also an entire suite of knowledge about the different inscriptions that were suitable for each type of weapon.

“Okay.”

Mu Tianyan accepted this mission without hesitation. “Then let’s start with this hammer.”

As he spoke, Mu Tianyan’s long hand moved slightly, and he easily held the two hundred and fifty kilograms hammer in his hand.

Lu Zijia looked down at the hammer that was stuffed in his hand and the corners of her mouth couldn’t help twitching.