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

In the Immortal World, Jialan Celestial Mountain.  


Many cultivators were using their magical glass bottles to collect turbid energy from both the Upper Realm and Lower Realm.  


Once they returned with the collected turbid energy and handed in the glass bottles, their tasks were complete.  


There was quite a bit of turbid energy swirling in the bottles.  


Qingwu was kneeling on a cushion, dressed in a blue-green Daoist robe. As the Grand Elder of Jialan Celestial Mountain, he looked only in his early thirties.  


Glancing at the glass bottles, he remarked, "Why are there so few this time?"  


He then raised his gaze, fixing it on his disciple, Ye Qingchi, with a pressure that radiated intense dissatisfaction.  


Ye Qingchi shuddered, hurriedly kneeling on the ground, "Master, the Ghost Fire in the Upper Realm has been extinguished, and there's truly very little turbid energy left."  


Who in the Immortal World is Better than Me?