My Master Is a Demonic Daoist Enchantress

“To have the honor of meeting me is the greatest blessing of your life.”

“From this moment on, you are my disciple.”

“From now on, you may call me Master, Holy Lord, or even Ancestor.”

Staring at the woman who had suddenly appeared before him, beautiful as a demon and domineering beyond measure, Gu Xiaolou stood rigid, drenched in cold sweat.

I’m just a wage earner. Can someone tell me what on earth is going on?

[This novel has no System. It is a traditional urban cultivation novel focused on everyday life.]