COL+Dai Mo

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

Zhao Yuyang's heart trembled slightly.  


He didn't immediately take the porcelain bottle; instead, he looked directly at Ji Chengyi and asked, "Sect Leader, do we really have to go this far?"  


"Of course, we have no other choice," Ji Chengyi said, rubbing his forehead in resignation.  


Seeing that Zhao Yuyang hadn't moved to take the bottle, Ji Chengyi stood up and personally walked over to hand it to him.  


With a sincere tone, he said, "You not only have to retrieve the Glassy Bottle, but you also have to kill me, Junior Brother. This concerns the entire Seven Peaks Sect. You will help me, right?"  


Zhao Yuyang felt as though the porcelain bottle weighed a thousand pounds.  


After all, he had already caused harm to his little junior brother.  


Yet, torn between loyalty and righteousness, he had no choice but to make a decision.  


He nodded, his voice heavy with resolve, "Alright, I will take care of this."  


All Cultivators, Yet So Ferocious