Naruto: Konoha's Kanpu - Chapter 764: Battle

After being sent to another world because of a god's mistake, Lin Fan obtained the ability to...tame?

“What? As long as I raise affection, I can tame anything? Even gods?”

“Could I even make a harem with this power?”

He was the cold-blooded prince of the Jin country. Decisive and smart, he had looked down on the world with apathy and disdain.

She was his Wang fei, a person who had saved him in the past, but even he wouldn’t look at her.

When the fire raged and death claimed her, it was only then that she realized her existence was nothing but a joke from the beginning.

She opened her eyes once more after spending two years as a roaming, vengeful ghost. In this lifetime, Ye Zhen promises that she will be a different person. With a slight smile, she will ruthlessly trample on those who had schemed against her and lied until her demise!

Most importantly, she would let him experience the pain of an unrequited love; the bitterness of seeking something you cannot obtain!

- Description from Novelupdates

The empire had called him a villain, now they raise him as their heir.Once feared as the most powerful being alive, the so-called “Villain of Chaos” was brought down by the very heroes who craved his artifact. Now, he’s been reborn into the very home that had killed him in the name of cleansing the world. In a royal court ruled by lies and power games, he is no longer the demon to be feared… yet. His mother concealed his identity on the day he was born, and a river of blood flowed for his sakeNow he will learn how to pull the strings in court as its prince, and train to ascend the throne and become the most powerful mage the empire has ever seen.The world thinks it killed him. It only gave him a reason to return.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.