I'm Just a Charlatan, So How Did I End Up in the Republic of China?

At the rift between yin and yang, astral winds howl; the Eight Trigrams hang upside down as the stars collapse.

Talisman flames scorch the heavens and startle the Five Emperors; thunderbolts pierce the earth and seal the bronze tomb.

A thousand-year drought demon devours the dragon veins; a seven-inch compass traps the tracks of ghosts.

Spells summon the Three Mountains to shift the Big Dipper; banners call the Five Sacred Peaks down upon the western tribes.

Blood and ink rewrite fate; a blue sword strikes down the Ziwei Palace.

Demons across the Nine Provinces scheme to steal a glimpse; primordial yellow qi slips into one's sleeve.

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You can get struck by divine retribution for telling fortunes on the street?

All I did was swindle a couple of bucks now and then to cover my living expenses!

Did you really have to send me all the way to the Republican era?

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Lu Liang, a modern college student and self-proclaimed occult master, accidentally transmigrates to the thirty-fourth year of Guangxu's reign, into the body of Lu Asi, a night watchman at a funeral home in Suzhou. By chance, he finds a book of yin-yang arts beneath a shrine, and the gears of fate finally begin to turn...

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