You Said You Were a Fake Heavenly Master, So What's with the Five Thunders in Your Palm?

Jiang Bai is reborn into a world where the Daoist sects have fallen into decline and evil spirits are returning. He becomes an heir to the Daoist tradition. To make a living without swindling anyone, he advertises himself frankly: a professional Daoist heir who can't exorcise ghosts, but specializes in providing psychological comfort through rituals, incantations, talismans, and the like.

Who could have guessed that a film crew haunted by ghosts would hire him, a fake celestial master?

Luckily, his System awakens!

The film crew is stunned: Good grief, one Rebirth Mantra nearly sent my soul straight to heaven, and ants are lining up to kowtow to him? This psychological comfort is hardcore!

The livestream viewers are dumbfounded: Explosions everywhere, flames engulfing him without leaving a scratch, and every evil spirit and ghost soldier prostrating themselves wherever he goes. You call this guy a fake celestial master?

The Paranormal Bureau is ecstatic: I saw him conjure ten-zhang bolts of heavenly lightning with his bare hands, flattening a ghost realm, while golden light shook the mountains. If he isn't a celestial master, then what the hell is he, an immortal?!

"He's definitely a fake celestial master!" "What kind of celestial master can give an order and make a million evil spirits obey?" The Ghost Kings excitedly thump their wheelchairs.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.