A Metaphysics Master from the Sixties Marries into a Military Compound

I was livestreaming an introduction to folk customs when I transmigrated and became a “little spirit medium” being denounced in 1976.

To stay alive, I turned around and married Lu Chenzhou, the military region's infamous “ill-fated lone wolf,” a hardened soldier whose strong fate supposedly brought ruin to his relatives, and whose workaholic ways meant no one could get close without suffering.

The neighbors in the compound pitied me. “Little Jiang, living with an ice cube is worse than being a widow!”

They had no idea that my cold-faced husband would cling to me in the middle of the night, eyes red, and ask, “Draw me another one of those life-saving talismans from today, hmm?”

I used modern occult techniques to foil enemy-agent traps and psychology to solve the compound's trickiest problems.

Everyone said Commander Lu had married a superstitious oddball.

That is, until enemy spies fell to their knees and begged, “Stop telling fortunes! Our hideout just got raided again!”

An overseas black-market bounty offered a million for my head: “Take Jiang Wan's head. She ruined our whole plan!”

Lu Chenzhou pinned me against the wall, his voice hoarse. “The commander says that a ‘feudal superstition’ like you needs my 24-hour personal protection.”

Later, I rubbed my aching back and fretted over the scan showing twins on the way.

But at the military-wide assembly, he solemnly announced, “My wife’s next research topic is using feng shui formations to strengthen our coastal defenses.”