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

Yan Luo tried to fly up to intervene.  


But barely reaching midair, the Nascent Soul thunderclouds pressed down on her, leaving her breathless and trembling.  


With her current abilities, she couldn't even get close.  


She had no choice but to descend back to the ground.  


The Penglai Island disciples had also woken up. Seeing someone undergoing a tribulation, they were stunned.  


"This is... a Nascent Soul tribulation?"  


Before they could even finish marveling at its might, Yan Luo lashed out, slapping one of them hard across the face.  


Fuming with rage, her expression twisted venomously. "That's Chu Yang! He must've used the power of the Crimson Nine Lands to leap straight to Nascent Soul!"  


The disciple, caught off guard, felt his cheek swell painfully.  


His cultivation had once surpassed Yan Luo's, but because she was the Fourth Miss, he had to bow respectfully, swallowing curses and enduring blows without retaliation.  


Make Yan Luo's Death More Miserable