The Occult Ancestor Comes Down the Mountain, and Global Moguls Call Me Auntie

After cultivating on the mountain for who knew how many centuries, Jiang Zhiyi was finally kicked down the mountain by her old master. His excuse? To repay a debt of gratitude.

The person she was supposed to help was a distant descendant of the Jiang family, a hapless CEO whose company was on the brink of bankruptcy.

Before she left, her master warned her over and over: People down the mountain are devious. Keep a low profile, keep a low profile, and keep an even lower profile!

Jiang Zhiyi nodded vigorously. “Don’t worry, I understand!”

After she came down the mountain...

A dying tycoon: “Please, Master, save my life. I’ll give you half my fortune!”

Jiang Zhiyi made a quick calculation with her fingers and casually drew a talisman. “Easy. Remember to transfer the money to my descendant’s company.”

A top-tier star, tormented by evil spirits and watching his career crumble: “Master, save me!”

Jiang Zhiyi slapped the evil spirit away. “Sure. Sign the endorsement contract, and get in touch with my descendant.”

An international financial dynasty struck by a feng shui calamity and plagued by misfortune: “Master, if you’ll help us, we’ll honor you above all others!”

Jiang Zhiyi waved a hand, perfectly calm. “Don’t rush. Get in line first. Want to cut in? Fine. Sign over that European project to my descendant.”

Watching the zeros keep piling up in the company’s bank account, and a crowd of global tycoons crying and calling him “Great-Aunt,” the hapless CEO Jiang Chengye fell into deep thought.

Had this suddenly appeared Great-Aunt come down the mountain to repay a debt of gratitude, or to take his job?

Jiang Zhiyi: “Of course I came to repay a debt! Look, isn’t your company thriving?”

The tycoons: “Exactly, exactly! Great-Aunt is always right!”