To save all living beings, Lin Xuanyi, the founding patriarch of the Tianxuan Sect, sacrificed herself and slept for a thousand years.
When she woke, she had become an eighteen-year-old girl with nothing to her name and a home stripped bare. Worse still, the tradition she had founded with her own hands had been turned by her unworthy descendants into a tourist attraction selling counterfeits?!
To revive the Tianxuan Sect, and make some money on the side, the sect's founding matriarch was forced back to work, launching a livestream fortune-telling business.
At first, the entire internet mocked her as a fraud seeking attention.
“Streamer, tell my fortune. If you get it wrong, you're a fraud!”
Lin Xuanyi calmly counted on her fingers. “My friend, you'll be in a car accident in three minutes. I suggest you pull over right now.”
Three minutes later, a chain-reaction crash left the troll terrified out of his wits.
“Master! I'm getting sleep paralysis from ghosts every night. Please save me!”
Lin Xuanyi glanced at him. “That's not a ghost. It's your grandfather, who just passed away. He's afraid you won't find the savings he hid under your bed.”
The next second, with the whole internet watching, the man pried up the floorboards and burst into tears as he clutched his bankbook.
Later, business tycoons, top-tier stars, government agencies... They all flooded into her livestream, and the comments filled the screen:
“Founding Matriarch, please! Just read our fortunes!”
The heroine was recruited. If you don't like this kind of plot, you can avoid it. The Xuanmen heroine I want to watch is an outsider who aims to ascend. However, too many female protagonists either fall in love, get married and have children, or serve others for various reasons and excuses. Don't believe in "supernumerary". Supernumerary is dispatch. You don't get the benefits, and you don't have to do any less work, and you even have to do a lot more. It belongs to a specific kind of frustrated plot in Shuangwen.
That's so verbose
Real masters seem to be untainted by the secular world
Fine. . .
Come on, author, come on