The Beloved Darling Returns: The Real Heiress Is a Master of Metaphysics

Once upon a time, there was a mountain. On the mountain stood a temple, and in the temple lived a young grandmaster of the mystic arts. The young grandmaster of the mystic arts felt under a lot of pressure today, too. Shen Xiaoman counted on her fingers and sighed: “Build a golden statue for the founding master, earn merit, restore the temple’s reputation, take on disciples and grand-disciples...” She needed to make lots and lots of money. “What? A variety show pays triple the appearance fee!” Shen Xiaoman’s eyes lit up as she raised her hand. “Me, me, me! I’ll do it!” Catch little ghosts, resolve old grievances, defend the nation: the young grandmaster of the mystic arts can handle it all. A certain man asked, “Can you protect me?” Shen Xiaoman held out a small hand and smiled with narrowed eyes. “That’ll be 18,800 yuan, please.”