Upon awakening, the apocalypse's metaphysics master, Nan Li, found herself as the lost Sixth Miss of the Anyang Marquis Manor

Thinking it would be a story of abuse, she never expected all five of her brothers to dote on her one after another!

Nan Li shouted, "Stop pampering me! In fact, I can do everything, from capturing ghosts, exterminating demons, divination, physiognomy, to healing and saving people. I'll lead the family to rise in power and wealth!"

Accidentally saving the Ninth Prince, who held great power in the court, Nan Li found him renowned for his cold and unfeeling demeanor. However, he became utterly addicted to pampering her and refused to take other concubines.

The scheming and malicious women were angry, shouting, "The prince lacks heirs, how can this be allowed?!"

Nan Li pointed at the line of little ghost-catching disciples and said, "I'll cure your poor eyesight!"

The Ninth Prince lifted her in his arms and said, "We have a bit of thin property that needs to be inherited, so we'll have a few more children."

Later on—

Nan Li looked at the continuous immortal mountains and the room full of treasures, her mouth twitching, "I thought you had a throne to inherit, what's going on now?!"

The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife

Chong Jiu instinctively wanted to strike, but as soon as he reached out, Nanli slapped a Binding Talisman on him.


Feeling the talisman's power firsthand, he was shocked. Even if he cultivated for another twenty years, he might never be able to break free from this Binding Talisman.


But it was just a Binding Talisman—he could still talk.


Right now, Chong Jiu was already weak and exhausted.


Nanli said, "I put a Tracking Spell on you from the beginning, but this soul-embedded spell develops slowly, so it's only taking effect now."


Chong Jiu checked himself and turned even paler. The Tracking Spell had developed inside him—it couldn't be broken by losing a limb or even by dying!


Because this spell was branded on his soul, the only way to avoid being tracked was to let his soul be scattered to the winds!


He felt both frustration and admiration. "You're truly skilled to have created such a Tracking Spell."


The Path to Immortality