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

However, Yuan Zhenxian had already sealed the courtyard with Talismans, and he couldn't fly away.


Looking at the light curtain in front of him, he fumbled to take out the tools to dissolve the array.


Nanli had already flashed to his side, and with a swift strike of her sword, she severed his right arm and kicked him back to the ground.


"Ah!!!" Yuan Zhenxian fell to the ground, blood gushing from his right arm, staining the ground red.


At that moment, he was too desperate to care for his arm and scrambled to pull out a Telestone.


Yuan Zhenhai had already sensed his intention. He swiftly stepped forward, stepped on his foot, and snatched the Telestone away.


Yuan Zhenxian broke out in a cold sweat from the pain as he watched his last hope slip away, and his heart dropped with despair.


"Brother!" he cried out, "How could you do this to me? I'm your older brother!"


The Martial Arts of Cultivators Must Be Fast, Ruthless, and Accurate