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

The sword intent missed its mark, returning once more into Qingwu's hands. He had exhausted much of his spiritual energy and had to land on the side of a mountain slope, his steps faltering as he nearly stumbled.


Qingwu's rage had nowhere to go. Sweeping his sleeves, he knocked over several trees, trying to calm himself. However, his mind was already in turmoil, his thoughts consumed by hatred.


In the midst of his frustration, two cold lights suddenly shot toward him from both sides. Qingwu was momentarily caught off guard, forgetting to use his teleportation technique. However, drawing from his experience, he quickly avoided the critical points.


The two streaks of cold light pierced through his left shoulder and abdomen, but did not strike his heart or Dantian. Despite that, the wounds were poisoned, and the toxins began to suppress his spiritual power.


He collapsed to the ground, fear and panic on his face.


Setting the Trap, Qingwu, Prepare to Die!