The Master Keeps Trying to Call It a Day

Yin Jiu, the only successor to the Nine Branches of the Mystic Sect, was unbeatable at thirty.

She was exhausted, so she retired.

She returned to a small, obscure town and opened a feng shui shop next to the market. All she wanted was to bask in the sun, drink tea, and tell fortunes like an ordinary fortune-teller.

The breakfast shop owner thought she brought bad luck. “You’re so young. Couldn’t you find something better to do?”

The neighboring vendor took her for a fraud. “Fortune-telling? I predict you’ll go hungry nine times in three days.”

Yin Jiu just smiled and said nothing. She casually adjusted the feng shui layout of the breakfast shop.

Three days later, the owner won five million in the lottery and fell to his knees at her door, calling her “Master.”

The whole city went wild.

Wealthy people lined up at her door, the police asked her to solve cases, and state media singled her out for a report.

The major factions of the Mystic Sect came flocking, laying a heavenly net to force her into action.

Yin Jiu reclined in her rocking chair without even opening her eyes. “Come at me all at once. I’m about to close up.”

Later, she became the supreme leader of the Mystic Sect.

Then she kicked every sect out of the group chat and went back to sunbathing at the market.

Luxury cars lined the street from end to end. She yawned and hung a sign outside:

“Closed today. Please come back tomorrow.”