Fellow Daoist, Wait! I’ve Already Divined Your Misfortune

Jiang Yuan transmigrated to the world of cultivation and had hoped to become a peaceful, unassuming fortune-teller. Instead, he got bound to the bizarre Calamity Management System.

System: “Ding! Target ‘Child of Fortune, Long Aotian’ detected. He is facing a romantic calamity. Host, go up to him and say, ‘Fellow Daoist, please wait!’ Bind this calamity and receive a mission reward: his [Centuries of Cultivation and Enlightenment Experience Card].”

Jiang Yuan: “??? Isn’t that Shen Gongbao’s line? Won’t I get killed for this?”

Under the System’s coercion, Jiang Yuan had no choice but to steel himself and call out to the prodigy who was exchanging flirtatious glances with a fairy: “Fellow Daoist, please wait! Your brow is tinged pink. You’re sure to face a bed... I mean, a romantic calamity soon!”

From then on, the cultivation world gained a prophet as troublesome as a plague god. Wherever he went, calamities followed. The geniuses both hated and feared him: “Master Jiang, please don’t read my fortune! I’ll give you spirit stones!” The great experts treated him like an honored guest: “Master Jiang, could you check the feng shui of my sect? Is it perhaps... a little too safe?”

A lighthearted tale of making a fortune by “blessing” others with bad luck. “Fellow Daoist, what calamity would you like to face today?”