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

Cinian, this old monk, was known for his fairness and clear discernment between right and wrong. With the exposure of Penglai Island, it was essentially the same as exposing themselves as well. Now, Cinian had come, clearly intending to protect Nanli and the Chu family. 


Given the situation, they might as well make some strong statements, letting Cinian know who truly held power in the Upper Realm.


Cinian, on the other hand, calmly stated, "My disciple is already colluding with you. The Divine Buddha Sect is undoubtedly compromised as well. Why should I care about the sect now? Do you think you can act recklessly here? Remember, this is Jiuzhou Town. If I use my spiritual power to transmit a message, your reputation will be ruined instantly."


Yan Buxiu's beard bristled with anger, his palm gathering spiritual power. 


"You old bald donkey! Say what you want! In the Upper Realm, power is determined by cultivation level. Do you think I'm afraid of your slanders?!" 


Compensating with Celestial Artifacts! Let Nanli Know Our Sincerity