Your Highness the Charming Saint, Please Stop Teasing Me!

[Douluo fan] + [1vN] + [Dog training] + [Shura field] + [Multiple male protagonists] + [Xiong Jing] + [Private establishment like a mountain] + [Martial Soul Hall camp] (Massive archive of manuscripts, five chapters updated daily) She was dressed as a saint under the Pope's crown and tied up with a fatal system. Want to upgrade? To seduce men. Want to become stronger? To engage in ambiguity. Want to become a god? Train the top men in the entire continent to be subordinates. The male ghost brother I picked up when I was six years old, climbs through the window every night just to make sure I don't smell like anyone else. Senior Brother Wenrun confessed that at night, there was a titled Douluo squatting in the cabinet. Banished Immortal Sword Douluo was hooked by a sword spike and his thousand-year-old Taoist heart was broken. The domineering prince, the wolf-dog brothers, the innocent teacher, the green tea offerings... Shura fields are commonplace, and cheating is a daily task. The system broadcasts eight hundred times a day, and the soul power keeps rising. On the day I came of age, three men were hiding in my room, two were listening outside the door, and one was peeking outside the window. I poured a cup of tea, smiled and asked: How about we all sit down and chat? Later they discovered that Wuhundian's power was expanding faster than my favorability. Getting a man is a means, getting a career is the goal. The entire continent thinks I am raising fish, only the system knows: Every fish that bites the hook eventually becomes a long-term meal ticket for Wuhun Palace.