Urban Celestial Master: I Become Invincible Starting as a Street Fortune-Teller

Top exorcist Ling Xuan failed his tribulation and woke up as a penniless young man in the 1990s, living in a house with bare walls and only five yuan in his pocket. In this unfamiliar world, where spiritual energy was depleted and Taoist arts were difficult to practice, he tore a strip from an old newspaper and scrawled a sign with chalk: “Fortune-telling. No charge if I'm wrong.” Then he quietly set up shop on a bustling street in Wutong City. At first, people thought he was just a handsome young man trying out a novel way to make a living. Then he went into the old house next door, where the elderly woman claimed ghosts haunted it every night, and after sharing a cup of tea, the place was peaceful again. A frantic merchant had lost his family's heirloom jade pendant; Ling Xuan casually pointed, and the man found it beneath a flowerpot in his own home. His reputation as a living immortal spread silently through the streets, like a water stain soaking into the walls. Only Ling Xuan knew how slowly the faint golden glimmer of merit at his fingertips, visible only to him, was growing. Exorcising wandering spirits and easing their grudges, resolving minor hexes: it was barely a drop in the bucket. He kept to the patch of plastic beneath the locust tree, like an angler lying in wait, hoping for a truly big fish that could alter fate and rekindle his Dao foundation. At last, a man shrouded in blood-colored light and radiating despair came to him. Black and crimson baleful energy churned behind the man like boiling porridge, nearly swallowing him whole. “Master, save my whole family... Name your price.” Ling Xuan looked up and saw a vicious blood-red thread extending from the man's heart and disappearing into the depths of empty space. From its other end came a vague, tangled malice, and it wasn't coming from just one place. A curse object, a sinister hex, an ancestral grave that had been tampered with... A carefully woven web of malice was dragging its prey toward the abyss. His first “big job.”