Transmigrating to the 1970s: A Mystic Sect Matriarch Makes Her Mom a Star in Hong Kong

“My Nannan! Wake up!” Ji Xiang weeps inconsolably, clutching her drowned daughter. The snakehead urges her on: “She’s dead! Hurry up and leave!”

The next second, “Ji Nan” opens her eyes. Oh, heavens! She’s the venerable ancestor of the mystical arts, yet she’s ended up possessing this poor girl’s body? Fine, this sobbing mother truly cares about her. She’ll protect her!

Reunited with her maternal grandfather’s wealthy family in Xiangcheng?

Her aunt rolls her eyes. “A mainland freeloader?”

Ji Nan points at the racetrack. “Buy that one!” Her grandfather places a bet, doubtful, and wins!

Then she points to the stock market. “Grandpa, do you trust me? Sell everything! The market will crash tomorrow!”

Her uncles scoff. “What does a little girl know?”

Ji Yantian makes the call. “Listen to Nannan!”

And the next day, the market crashes! The whole family is stunned. This granddaughter is their lifeline!

From then on, Xiangcheng’s wealthy circles are in an uproar!

“Master Ji! Please check the feng shui of my family’s ancestral tomb!”

“Master Ji! I’ll pay a fortune for a household-protecting talisman!”

“Master Ji! My daughter-in-law hasn’t gotten pregnant in three years...”

Ji Nan, a living ancestor of the mystical arts, becomes a living goddess worshipped by the wealthiest families!

Her mother, Ji Xiang, is thriving too. Her skincare factory is booming, and she’s looking stunning as she embarks on a second spring. It’s all happening!

But... why does that cold-faced big shot, rumored to have slaughtered his own family, lost the use of his legs, and be infertile, keep clinging to her?

“Nan’er~” His legs have healed, but his gaze is even more unnerving.

“You said I was infertile. How would you know if we didn’t test the ‘equipment’?”

Ji Nan clutches her forehead. Help! She can calculate the heavens and the earth, so how did she miss this inescapable “romantic calamity”?