[Feng shui + face-slapping + master descends from the mountains + one heroine + no System] Others borrow luck and blessings. My grandfather guaranteed the loan with his life.
He left me only a ledger full of names and a final instruction: “Stay in the mountains. Whatever you do, don't come down!”
But I came down anyway.
I kicked open the doors to the mourning hall of Zhou Jiren, a feng shui master, and publicly called in the “Century-Long Literary Fortune Loan” he'd left unpaid for thirty-seven years.
A wealthy clan patriarch, so terrified he could barely sleep, blocked my way, his voice trembling:
“Mr. Lu... that fortune... could I pay it back in installments?”
I looked at the black aura coiling around his brow and smiled.
“Sure. I'm just afraid your whole family can't afford to repay it.”
I hold the Abacus of the Heavenly Dao, and carry a blood feud.
In this mortal world below the mountains, every parasite who rose by stealing other people's fortune, and every ungrateful wretch who repaid my grandfather's kindness with contempt...
Not one of them will get away.
