My Fortune-Telling Makes Me Stronger: I Extend My Life a Thousand Years by Tricking Tyrants

I, Chen Mo, was born under the Star of Calamity and Solitude, and the Heavenly Dao has sealed my lifespan. I'll die before I turn twenty! Want to live longer? My only options are fortune-telling, warding off evil, and fleecing tyrants!

Other cultivators seek immortality through the Dao. I cultivate just to make money and extend my life! Others slay demons to protect the people. I make a living by slaughtering tyrants for dirty money!

The Fortune-Telling Makes You Stronger System has bound itself to me! Reading faces increases my lifespan! Analyzing characters earns me divine artifacts! Changing feng shui lets me defy fate! Fleecing tyrants makes me invincible on the spot!

I set up a fortune-telling stall and see at a glance the calamity that will kill a man. The tyrant cries as he offers a fortune! I break a feng shui formation and grind the evil array, which skinning people alive, to dust! I expose a scam, and the Saintess of Tianxiang Pavilion kneels and begs me to make her a talisman of protection! I renovate an ancestral grave, and a tyrant gives me a thousand taels of gold after losing everything!

Zhao Sandao: “Master, I get it now! I'll pay ten taels of silver for my life!” Liu Ruyan: “Daoist, spare me! I'll offer you the entire pavilion if you'll help me live longer!” Liu Sandao: “I'll give you my whole fortune! Just spare my soul, Daoist!”

Me: “Enough talk. Pay first, then I'll save your life!”

From then on, tyrants across the northern border tremble at my name and kneel, begging to offer me gold. The people revere me as a half-immortal, but all I want is to quietly make money and extend my life! Years later, my lifespan is endless and I suppress the ages. The world kneels and cries, “Immortal Venerable!” I calmly reply, “Don't make a fuss. I'm just a fortune-teller!”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.