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

Yun Yubai's voice was calm but carried a weight of finality as he spoke, "I can give you one more chance. You go and personally cut off your master's head. Not just you, but the remaining disciples will be spared from this calamity."


Wang Lun froze for a moment, then broke into a furious outburst. "Yun Yubai! Are you even human?! How could you betray us like this?! Master has always cared for you, and we've respected you all this time. And now you want to torture us like this?!"


Yun Yubai didn't get angry, simply replying, "It seems you won't do it."


Wang Lun's sword was already stained with his master's blood. To personally end his master's life was an unimaginable torment. Even though he understood the weight of the task ahead of him, doing it would forever haunt him—it would break his path to cultivation. His Dao heart would shatter.


Wang Lun's lips quivered as he struggled internally. In the end, he drew his sword.


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