The Metaphysical Master Comes Down from the Mountain: From the Start, I Completely Remake a Short-Lived CEO

I’m Luo Li, a once-in-a-century slacker genius of the arcane sect.

At twenty, I came down from the mountain to experience ordinary life and set up a little stall on the side.

On my very first day, I dragged back to the mountain a handsome but unlucky CEO whose brow was dark with ill fortune and who was destined to die in a month.

CEO Shen Zhi: “Woman, you’re playing with fire!”

I slap a Restriction Talisman onto him. “No, I’m saving your life.”

From then on, my Daoist temple gains a CEO accessory who’s forced to peel garlic, taste bizarre pills, and get repeatedly tormented by all sorts of supernatural phenomena.

I thought I’d just be going about my daily business, saving the person “fated to be mine.”

I never expected that my master, who gives orders from afar while munching on pork knuckles, my scheming eldest senior brother who reads fortunes, my explosives-crazed third senior sister, and my second senior brother who charges sky-high fees for medical treatment… would all sharpen their knives, eager to use this “high-quality customer” to test their latest, unreliable inventions.

Shen Zhi: “I’m the CEO of a trillion-yuan company. Is this really all I do every day?”

I bang a gong and look at the ever-brighter purple-gold fortune around him, the perfect shield and power bank, then grin.

“What else did you expect, Mr. Shen? Your blessings, which is to say, your troubles, are still to come!”