Reverend, I Raise Horses at Home. I'll Make You a Ninth-Rank Bima Wen

Alternate title: [Holding the Imperial Jade Seal, Livestreaming the Sale of Official Titles and Noble Ranks!]

Fang Yuan, a self-taught Taoist, was publicly berated while telling fortunes, and the whole internet mocked him.

To rebuild his Taoist temple, Fang Yuan dug up its ancestral "Imperial Jade Seal" and began livestreaming the sale of official titles and noble ranks.

Netizen: "My family raises horses. What kind of official can you make me?"

Fang Yuan: "In recognition of your generous tip, I appoint you Ninth-Rank Keeper of the Imperial Stables."

Good Samaritan: "Taoist priest, work's been going badly lately. What position can you give me to ward off evil?"

Fang Yuan: "I'll appoint you a Sixth-Rank Imperial Guard. From now on, no ghosts can come near you."

At first, everyone thought Fang Yuan was just chasing attention. Then he invited an expert to appraise the seal for publicity, and everything changed.

Clear Spring Appraisal: "Something's not right."

Expert: "This Imperial Jade Seal... Why does it look even more authentic than the one in the museum?"

Police: "Please don't leave the city without permission for the time being. Someone will come to see you and conduct an investigation."

The whole internet erupted, and netizens from all walks of life came rushing to ask for official titles.

But it didn't last. Seven days later, Fang Yuan's livestream was banned, and he vanished without a trace.

Netizens thought the world would never see Master Fang again, until one day...

Celestial Master's Mansion on Mount Longhu: "We thank Honorary Celestial Master Fang Yuan for visiting Mount Longhu today."

Billionaire: "Thank you, Taoist Fang, for showing me the way."

Young pop queen: "Master, happy birthday!"

A certain warlord: "Thank you, boss of the enemy!" (Thank you, Taoist priest, for remotely cursing the enemy general to death!)

Netizens: ?

With an endless stream of pilgrims arriving after hearing the news, Fang Yuan was forced to shut his doors.

"I'm really no immortal. This is all just feudal superstition!"

Pilgrims: "As if I'd believe you!"