An Old, Ugly Female Cultivator? Five Daoist Partners Fight to Kiss Her

Su Qinghe died in the apocalypse and transmigrated into a cultivation novel, where she also acquired five stunningly handsome furnace cauldrons. There was a bewitchingly handsome demonic cultivator, a proud, sharp-tongued ghost cultivator, a handsome, cold sword cultivator radiating overwhelming sex appeal, a gentle and thoughtful dragonkin, and an adorable, well-behaved younger man... Every single one was gorgeous. Su Qinghe gazed at the beauties before her and rubbed her hands together. At last, this heavenly life was hers. But the moment she approached, the furnace cauldrons looked at her with disgust. “Old hag, you’re already sixty, and you still have your eyes on us? You’re trying to force yourself on us!” “Sixty?” “Me?” Su Qinghe tossed her hair. How could that be? Back in the apocalypse, she’d been famous far and wide for her beauty, with curves in all the right places and a sizzling hourglass figure. She gave a scornful snort and was about to argue when a mirror suddenly dropped from the sky. The reflection showed a woman with white hair, sagging skin, a face lined with deep wrinkles, and countless brown age spots. Was that her? Su Qinghe’s vision went black. When had she gotten so old? System: Win their affection to receive generous rewards. Su Qinghe was sorely tempted and immediately bound herself to the affection system. Su Qinghe: System, give me a youth-restoring pill so I can look young and beautiful again. System: Sorry, Host. You must win over all five furnace cauldrons first. Su Qinghe: ??? Su Qinghe: You’re saying you want an ugly old woman of sixty to flirt and seduce five young, beautiful furnace cauldrons? System, do you honestly think that’s possible? Su Qinghe was sure it wasn’t, and decided to give up. The System said faintly, “Host, if you don’t get moving, you have only thirty days left to live.” Aaaah! To stay alive, she threw caution to the wind. Who knew she’d actually succeed? The old woman in her sixties became the darling of everyone. Not only did she spend every day living an unabashedly intimate life with her furnace cauldrons, but there was a love-triangle showdown every day, too. Demonic cultivator: “Master, my whole body belongs to you.” Sword cultivator: “I could never live without you.” Demon King: “It’s my turn today, Master.” Human: “The bed feels like it’s missing something today: you.”