Horse-Riding Immortal: My Old Immortal Can’t Be Trusted

I was born with yin-yang eyes, but I refused to become a spirit medium no matter what.

Until my grandmother, on her deathbed, forced me to accept the legacy of the Huang family immortals.

I thought I could make a fortune with their supernatural powers, but the Huang immortal who showed up turned out to be completely unreliable.

“Little girl, want me to read your feng shui? Send me 50 first, and tonight I'll help you steal the neighbor's lucky cat to guard your home.”

“Exorcism? Hold on, let me roll a die. If I get a high number, I'll give you twenty percent off.”

I couldn't take it anymore and was about to tear up the spirit altar register and die with him.

Then he suddenly grew serious. “Don't mess around. The deadly calamity in your fate is coming.”