My name is Zhang Qingxuan, and I’m an unofficial young Daoist from Mount Longhu. On my master’s orders, I came down from the mountain to “cultivate in the world.”
I thought the mortal world would be a trial for my heart, an endless sea of suffering. I never expected my acceptance letter to send me straight to a nationally renowned “academic rat race” university.
And so began my journey of scientific cultivation.
I used the I Ching to divine my prospects before advanced math exams, dominated the campus sports meet with tai chi, and applied the principles of talismans to ace my course projects…
The top student and campus beauty accused me of putting on a show with fake magic. My fiery counselor made me write a self-reflection, and my rich roommate insisted on becoming my disciple.
All I wanted was to graduate in peace and return to my temple to report back to the patriarch. But then a strange “wind” swept through campus, and everyone started saying I could really predict the future?
Wait, classmate, your brow is dark. You’re sure to suffer a bloody mishap today. Don’t worry, I have a family-recipe ointment for bruises and blood stasis. Scan to pay, or cash?
