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

"Such a nuisance!" Qingwu swept Sima Xin aside with a flick of his sleeve. "Can't you see the situation right now?!"  


Fuming with frustration, she looked again—Qingwu had already chased after his target and vanished from sight.  


"Madam, should we assist the Venerable Master and..." an elder cautiously suggested.  


Sima Xin regained her composure. "We've already lost the initiative."  


She decided to head to Jialan Celestial Mountain to check on her son's condition.  


Meanwhile, Qingwu pushed himself to the limit, catching only a fleeting glimpse of Nanli.  


His heart sank, resolved that this time she must not escape again.  


Its intent was sharp and unrelenting.  


In the night sky, it gleamed with silvery light, fiercely cutting through the air.  


With a flick of two fingers, over a hundred sword intents surged forth, faster than he was, racing toward Nanli's back.  


Old Bald Donkey, You Must Die Too!