I Fished for a Living While Praying for Rain, and Became the Village's Deity

【No romance, everyday mysticism, a touch of an ensemble cast】 Wen Qin, an ancient mystic who had lived for over a thousand years, had slain demons, subdued evil spirits, and weathered heavenly tribulations. Yet a cake and a rose in the modern world were all it took to bring her completely into the fold. After her soul transmigrated into the body of an overworked office worker who had just lost her father, she opened her eyes to find herself the owner of an ancestral home in the countryside and a compensation payout. She promptly announced her retirement: “What kind of mystic master? I’m done!” She had once seen more than enough of war and devastation. Now, she was surrounded by the everyday bustle of city streets and flowers blooming in every season. All she wanted was to look after her little courtyard and make up for all the sweets she had never tasted and flowers she had never seen. She planned to lie flat, grow flowers in peace, and stay out of trouble. But geomancy came knocking, evil spirits barged in, and one problem after another found its way to her door. Everyone laughed at her for putting on airs, until she casually drew talismans to subdue evil and saw all fortune and misfortune at a glance, displaying mystic arts of the highest order. A fox spirit ran errands for her, a wealthy young heir sent her flowers and fertilizer, a sanda champion guarded her home, and even TV crews chased after her, begging her to appear on their shows. Bai Qitang crouched among the roses and sighed. “I really just want to eat snacks in peace, grow flowers, and slack off. I don’t want to become famous!” She practiced mysticism at her own pace and leisurely tended her flowers and plants. This laid-back life of retirement turned out to be unexpectedly delightful.