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

Even with Ximen Chuan's level of cultivation, he still encountered dangers he couldn't resolve—ordinary cultivators stood even less of a chance.  


Relying on fragments of memory from her past life, Nanli could avoid many perils.  


She'd assumed Ximen Chuan would've reached the Blazing Region by now, but after following the paper crane for a while, it led her into a desert instead.  


Had Ximen Chuan not even made it to the Blazing Region, only to perish here in the desert?  


Sure enough, after flying a bit further, she spotted a figure.  


He was entwined by massive thorny vines, their sharp spikes piercing his body, steadily draining his blood, moisture, and spiritual energy.  


Once a handsome, roguish man, he was now on the verge of becoming a desiccated corpse—his face shriveled, clinging to life by a thread.  


You Really Came to Save Me—I Thought I Was Going to Die