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

Qingwu, in a fit of rage, unsheathed his sword.


A torrent of sword qi descended, its momentum ferocious.


Ye Wukui, whose cultivation was inferior to his, had summoned a talisman to defend herself, but it was effortlessly broken by Qingwu. As a Talisman Cultivator, her combat abilities were mediocre, and she was swiftly pierced by dozens of sword qi, her body riddled with wounds.


However, Qingwu had deliberately avoided the vital areas, so Ye Wukui would not die immediately. She lay there, blood spilling all over the ground, her body barely hanging on.


Qingwu had already snatched her Qiankun Bag and destroyed the contract talisman with a single slash.


His face was dark with anger as he checked the contents. The bag was nearly empty, and there was no sign of the Glassy Bottle!


"You've hidden the Glassy Bottle, where is it?!" Qingwu demanded, stepping forward and grabbing her chin, his voice laced with madness.


Qiao Nanyi Trapped in the Immortal-Suppressing Tower