Client A: “Master, I think a Kuman Thong is turning on me!”
Lu Qingmian: “Oh, your boyfriend planted a camera. I’ve sent you the address. Call the police. That’ll be 8,888, thank you.”
Client B: “Celestial Master, this building is haunted!”
Lu Qingmian: “Yeah, I had a chat with the Republic-era mathematician in the building and helped him solve a problem. He’s gone now. That’ll be 200,000 for the job, thanks.”
Client C: “Someone used an evil life-swapping spell on me!”
Lu Qingmian: “Easy. Your husband poisoned you, and I’ve already made him confess in public. I’m taking the sports car by the entrance, okay?”
When Lu Qingmian, the Nth-generation successor to the thousand-year-old founder of the occult arts, is forced to go into business to pay her tuition, the entire occult world and its monsters go into an uproar.
They call her a disgrace to the occult arts and accuse her of using underhanded tricks.
As if! Why work yourself to death when you can take the easy way out?
That is, until the Longevity Society, which had stolen the fortune of Lu Qingmian’s sect, comes knocking and activates a legendary forbidden technique.
She takes one look. It seems a little familiar.
“Don’t bother. This thing was obsolete three hundred years ago.”
She casually draws an uninstall talisman, and the world falls silent.
