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

Xuanyuan Leiting raised an eyebrow, sneering coldly. He lifted a hand, sending a surge of spiritual energy directly into a sorcerer's heart meridian.  


The sorcerer groaned, his face contorted with pain.  


Inwardly, he lamented, "I didn't refuse to kneel. Why must you kill me?"  


But the words never left his lips. With wide-open eyes, he collapsed lifelessly to the ground.  


He Qinian was equally shocked and puzzled.  


Xuanyuan Leiting spoke coldly, "If you don't kneel, I will kill them all, one by one."  


He Qinian glared at him, furious. "You're too despicable!"  


Xuanyuan Leiting smirked. "Despicable? It's nothing more than training dogs and killing dogs. How does that count as despicable?"  


The sorcerers, their faces ashen, began to tremble. Many dropped to their knees, begging for mercy.  


Some pleaded with He Qinian to kneel, while others, loyal to Nanli as their ruler, remained defiant. They shouted at Xuanyuan Leiting:  


Golden Core Without Thunder Tribulation