The Old Ancestor Can Be Sweet or Sassy. Got a Problem with That?

[Disclaimer: Every word is handwritten!!!]

[Livestreaming & badass heroine & pure romance & face-slapping & modern cultivation]

After failing her tribulation, Ruan Tang, an ancient master of the cultivation world, had her soul struck into one of three thousand minor worlds.

She became another Ruan Tang, with the same name.

She thought she could lie flat for the rest of her life, but it turned out that the home where she had lived for twenty years did not even belong to her.

When the real heiress, Ruan Xing, came back, she was kicked out with nothing!

Even her wealthy, foolish fiancé was stolen from her. Men really were unreliable.

“Looks like I can only go back to my hometown. Farming sounds pretty nice.”

She read her fortune on the street.

Well, the so-called birth parents in the countryside were not her real parents either.

Penniless, she had nowhere to go.

“What am I supposed to do?”

She could spend the night under a bridge. Even a single coin could bring an old master to her knees.

“Huh? What are they doing?”

It looked like they could make money!

She squatted by the roadside, picked up a phone, and began her livestreaming life.

“What should I stream?”

“This old master has no desire to show her face in public.”

She would never stoop to swaying around like those women from the Hehuan Sect to earn resources.

“There’s no spiritual energy here, and I can’t do much else. I’ll tell fortunes.”

People say that those who reveal heaven’s secrets suffer the Five Bane and Three Deficiencies. She had earned merits, so why couldn’t she hold on to her money?

Being an old master was so hard!

Ji Xiaoyu, the behind-the-scenes owner of the livestreaming platform, entered Ruan Tang’s stream and heard her declare that he did not have long to live. From then on, he dominated the top spot on her leaderboard.

Her top supporter was far too clingy.

“Sugar, want to meet in person? Fortunes are more accurate face-to-face~”

Ruan Tang wanted that house halfway up the mountain, with its excellent feng shui. “Sure.”

“Sugar, tell me, will I die if I don’t get married?”

“Sugar, tell me again, am I going to die tomorrow? Let’s fulfill my dying wish and sleep together today.”