Shen Qingli has lived for 367 years and is the ninety-eighth head of the Xuantian Sect. After failing her tribulation, her soul transmigrates into the body of the most useless pretty face in showbiz.
From the start, a red-haired top-tier star shoves her into a pool and bullies her, filming her miserable state on a phone to force her to withdraw from the competition.
She wipes the water from her face, lightly taps the other woman's brow, and calmly says:
"Dark clouds loom over your glabella. If you leave the house before 11 p.m. tonight, you'll die for sure."
The woman scoffs, mocks her, and storms out. That very night, in a massive pileup, the car she is riding in is smashed to pieces.
At three in the morning, the top-tier star kneels at Shen Qingli's dormitory door, crying so hard her makeup is ruined:
"Master, save me!"
From then on, the metaphysics grandmaster takes showbiz by storm: reading fortunes on variety shows, catching ghosts on set, and taking down vicious rivals. Even Fu Hanzhou, the aloof actor who can see the halos around all things, becomes her number one believer.
"Shen Qingli, who are you, really?"
She leans back on the sofa and raises an eyebrow, nonchalant:
"I'm the person who can save your life."
She thinks this life will be all about basking in the sun, taking on disciples, and occasionally telling people's fortunes.
Until she realizes someone is watching her from the shadows.
Every danger is preceded by a path laid out for her. Every mystery comes with clues left behind. The bronze lamp that is always lit, the ancient mirror hiding a lonely spirit, the man who has waited for two thousand years...
She thinks it's luck, coincidence, or her master's spirit watching over her.
Then one day, Fu Hanzhou takes her hand and suddenly says:
"There's someone else's aura on you."
She freezes.
Three hundred years. She thought she had always been alone.
