My name is Zhao Yaoyao, an ordinary handyman disciple of Qingyu Sect.
Oh, maybe not too ordinary.
Because I have no spiritual roots and am a complete mortal.
Good news: I can see things that others can't, such as... Luck and cause and effect.
Bad news: This thing doesn't seem to be able to help me practice. The sect's big exam is coming soon, and I will be packed up and sent down the mountain soon. The outer sect brother who bullied me and humiliated me has a green ball of bad luck on his head, and he also owes a "karma debt" to the mountain guardian spirit beast.
——I'm sorry, I have to take advantage of this.
The supreme genius of the inner sect has a golden destiny, but there is a black thread pointing directly to the forbidden area of the sect.
——Oh, there is a secret.
A sect elder with an immortal spirit and a good fortune is as stable as an old dog, but he has an unbreakable red thread between him and a hostile sect.
--Um? What kind of melon is this?
I originally wanted to rely on this special "sight" to find the thickest thigh in the world of immortality, and live in peace and stability until the end of the world.
But who would have thought that, in hiding, I seemed to have... Poked a hole in the sky?
When all the immortals and gods in the sky were trembling because of me, the cold immortal who I initially regarded as my "thigh" protected me behind him and said to the immortals and Buddhas in the sky:
"She is mine, who dares to touch her?"
Me: "... Immortal Master, that's not what the script says!"
