I, Emissary of the Underworld, Extend the Lives of the Powerful

She was a soul-tasker from the Underworld, traveling through countless mission worlds to rewrite the fates of original hosts consumed by resentment, deliver face-slapping justice to scumbag men and wicked women, and earn merit points.

He was the tenth-generation grandson of a top-tier wealthy family, born under a baleful star and destined for a lonely, miserable life. Anyone who came into contact with him was bound to have bad luck.

She could use all kinds of techniques with ease, but was always frustrated by how quickly her spiritual energy ran out. After one particularly severe depletion, an unexpected kiss instantly restored her energy to full. From then on, for the sake of her spiritual energy, Bai Ling went down a “crooked path,” often thinking about pouncing on the icy-faced man.

He wasn’t superstitious or curious, and nothing ever seemed to interest him. Yet a sly young woman kept teasing him, drawing him into a storm of passion.

Much later, Bai Ling suddenly realized that what had begun as a way to replenish her spiritual energy had ended with them becoming soulmates.

“Baby, what am I to you?” Wen Yan’s low voice brushed past her ear.

“You’re my all-purpose spiritual-energy charger,” the girl replied with a radiant smile, her eyes filled with a boundless sea of stars.