Spirit Beasts Are All Divine Beasts, Yet You Call Me a Mortal

Transmigrated into a young wealthy woman at the start, spending spirit stones yields an equal return—is that acceptable? Bai Qingqing expresses, could there be such a good thing? Cultivation methods? Buy! Spiritual herbs? Buy! Spiritual artifacts and techniques? Buy, buy, buy! As long as the purpose is well-established, there's nothing a wealthy woman can't conquer!

Bai Qingqing works diligently to spend her spirit stones, even scheming about her lifelong marriage. Getting married requires a dowry, doesn't it? Having a husband means treating him well, right? Respecting and supporting in-laws and elders is necessary, isn't it?

Bai Qingqing carefully selects and finally picks a delicate pretty boy with no strength to bind a chicken. A wastrel known far and wide. What wastrel? Is she the type to value substance over looks? As long as the looks are good, morals follow the face!

Later, Bai Qingqing discovered that although the pretty boy is indeed fair-skinned, he is far from weak. In public, he can fight a hundred. Behind closed doors... Bai Qingqing weakly supports her waist, looking at the satisfied smile on someone's face, grinding her teeth in frustration.