Fine, I'll Come Clean: My Wife Is a Metaphysics Master

She is the fourteenth-generation Grandmaster of the Mystic Arts, the most powerful person in the mortal world.

On the first day of her descent to the mortal realm to undergo a trial, ninety percent of her magic is sealed. She plummets from the sky and crashes into the annual party at the Mo Group.

The aloof CEO looks at her. “I need a quiet wife who won’t cause trouble.”

She calculates his fortune with her fingers. “Your financial luck is decent. It’ll cover the cost of talisman paper. Deal.”

A marriage of convenience, each getting what they need.

But who could have guessed…

A kindergarten is haunted, and she exorcises the ghost with a casual gesture. A business rival uses a curse against them, and she breaks the spell with a light stomp. A curse is placed on the ancestral home’s feng shui, so she pulls up a few locust trees, digs out a blood-jade doll, and says nonchalantly, “Just burn it.”

Mystic masters tremble at the news. Vengeful ghosts drop to their knees when they see her, and the Ghost King arrives at her door with lavish gifts to beg forgiveness.

Then, at the Mystic Arts Convention, a thousand-year-old demon breaks free from its seal, leaving the elders of every sect helpless.

She pins the demon in place with a single talisman. The whole crowd falls to their knees:

“Grandmaster of the Mystic Arts, fourteenth generation, we disciples pay our respects!”

The aloof CEO stands frozen. Their little one blinks and asks loudly:

“Daddy, they’re kowtowing to Mommy. Is Mommy dead?”

She came to lie flat, but ended up astonishing the whole world.

"Mystic Arts Powerhouse | Marriage of Convenience | Adored by Her Adorable Kid | Wish-Fulfillment Face-Slapping"