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 Hu was barely clinging to life, with no desire to move. But upon hearing that he could exact revenge, he immediately perked up, feeling his pain lessen. "Hehehe—" He grinned, letting out a chilling and eerie laugh. He touched his sword, his eyes gleaming with a murderous intent. "I've finally waited for this day."


The hardships he had endured over these days were about to be rewarded. Thanks to his strong willpower, the wounds on his body were visibly healing at an astonishing rate. Demon energy spread, and his demonic power surged to new heights.


Shang Jue nodded with satisfaction, "I'll take my leave first."


"Rest easy," Yan Hu said, raising his eyes. "I will kill Nanli and fulfill your expectations."


"I await your good news," Shang Jue said simply before departing.


Yan Hu continued to meditate, waiting for his injuries to improve further, knowing that the better his condition, the higher his chances of success. He couldn't wait any longer!


Young Master, We Meet Again