"Gasp!" Lying on the soft mattress, Maxwell Hewetson suddenly woke up, feeling the softness beneath him and the emptiness within his body where his spiritual energy used to be. He let out a bitter laugh. It was just a dream, after all. Maxwell was once an ordinary person on Earth, who, by chance, was transported to a world of cultivation. After enduring countless hardships, he finally ascended to become the Supreme Immortal Emperor. He initially thought that achieving this would allow him to return to Earth, back to his parents. However, he had not expected that when he attempted to reverse time and space, the Deity of Time and Space ambushed him. As a result, he lost all his cultivation and ended up in a parallel Earth's timeline. In a way, it was fortunate. Had he returned to his original world, the Deity of Time and Space might have noticed and endangered his parents. Thinking of this, Maxwell sighed. His only choice was to restore his cultivation as quickly as possible. Once he regained his strength, he would take down the deity who had delayed his reunion with his parents. A cold glint flashed in Maxwell's eyes as a surge of killing intent radiated from him, distorting the air around him. He exuded an imposing presence. However, at that moment, a loud growl shattered the solemn atmosphere. His stomach was rumbling. Awkwardly looking down at his belly, Maxwell sighed. With his cultivation gone, he was no different from an ordinary person. Once able to survive without food due to his fasting abilities, he now had to eat again. Realizing this, Maxwell got up, freshened up, and headed downstairs. The spacious living room led into the dining area, where a beautiful woman in a suit was seated. Her long legs, wrapped in sheer stockings, were enticing, and her overall appearance was stunning. On sheer looks alone, she was a nine out of ten. If her exquisitely beautiful face and clear, bright eyes were considered, she could easily be rated eleven out of ten. However, her cold demeanor and icy aura made her even more frigid than the Frost Fairy Maxwell had once encountered in the cultivation world. Because of that, Maxwell only gave the woman a one out of ten. The Frost Fairy once relentlessly hunted him just because he had accidentally seen her body.  Was such a pursuit essential? He had already gone easy on her. Otherwise, she could never have stood a chance against him. "Good morning, wifey!" Maxwell greeted Isabella Murdoch with a casual smile. Yes, the cold beauty was his wife. They were legally married, though there had been no wedding ceremony. Becoming Isabella's husband had not been part of his plan. After being ambushed by the Deity of Time and Space and falling into this world, he was severely wounded. Fortunately, Isabella's grandfather, Chris Murdoch, had saved him. Having witnessed Maxwell descend from the sky in a radiant display of colorful lights, Chris was convinced that Maxwell was a divine being. After nursing him back to health, he insisted that Maxwell marry his granddaughter. Maxwell initially refused, as he had no desire to form attachments in this world. However, realizing that his cultivation would not recover quickly, he reluctantly agreed out of gratitude for Chris' kindness. A mortal's life barely lasted a century. Since he owed Chris his life, he could at least protect his granddaughter. What was a little more waiting compared to the endless years he had already endured? From the moment they married, Isabella had been cold toward him. Forget sharing a bed, she wouldn't even let him hold her hand. To Isabella, Maxwell was nothing more than a fraud. When her grandfather told her he was a divine being with extraordinary powers, she was convinced that Chris had been deceived. A healthy, non-disabled man pretending to be a mystic. She had wanted to expose Maxwell's lies from the start. However, out of respect for her grandfather, she had never gotten the chance. In the end, her grandfather even insisted that they get married.  She did not want that, but somehow, Maxwell had managed to manipulate her grandfather into persuading her. Hearing Maxwell call her "wifey," a disgust flickered in Isabella's eyes. She had never despised anyone this much in her life. Seeing that Isabella remained cold and ignored him, Maxwell didn't mind. He was even glad they weren't sharing a room.  If they had children, it would only complicate things. He still had to return to his world, and forming emotional ties here would make leaving harder. Sitting across from Isabella, Maxwell picked up his breakfast and started eating. Watching him, Isabella frowned. When one dislikes someone, even their mere presence can be irritating. Seeing Maxwell eat at the table, Isabella suddenly lost her appetite. "You're a grown man with working limbs. Can't you get a job and support yourself?" Her crisp, melodious voice reached Maxwell's ears. She stared at him with a cold, expressionless face, though her eyes carried an unmistakable trace of disdain. Her words had two meanings. One: she saw him as a con artist who had deceived her grandfather to enjoy a life of freeloading. Two: even after their marriage, he continued to live off her money without contributing anything. Honestly, she had never met such a shameless man. Relying on a woman for survival, who gave him such audacity? If it weren't for the housekeeper, Maria, she suspected Maxwell might not even have lunch. Being looked down upon by a woman stung Maxwell's pride. After all, he was once an esteemed Immortal Emperor. But with his lost cultivation, he was no different from an ordinary person. When Chris first saw him, Maxwell still carried an air of majesty, his gaze filled with divine authority. That was why Chris had been convinced of his extraordinariness. Chris had lived through countless trials and tribulations, yet Maxwell was the one person he couldn't see through. However, he did not doubt that Maxwell was exceptional. "I'll find a job later today," Maxwell finally said, sighing internally. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed money—not just for daily expenses but also to buy medicinal ingredients to speed up his cultivation recovery. Despite days of effort, he had only accumulated a bit of spiritual energy. At this rate, who knew how long it would take to regain his former strength as an Immortal Emperor? If only he still had his storage ring. It had been lost during his battle with the Deity of Time and Space. Otherwise, he wouldn't be struggling like this. "Oh? Are you just going to ask my grandfather for money again?" Isabella smirked. Maxwell had already taken plenty from her grandfather. Now he was pretending to be independent. Wasn't it just an excuse to ask for more money? Without another word, she grabbed her bag and left. A pile of work was waiting for her at the office, and she had no time to waste arguing with a fraud like him. What was her grandfather thinking, forcing her to marry this useless freeloader? She was the CEO and she wouldn't spare a glance at Maxwell.