Su Wantang transmigrates into the body of a “gold-digging socialite and trophy wife” mocked by the entire internet.
A marriage of convenience, a hostile in-law family, and a scandalous online past: from the start, everything looks like hell mode.
But she isn’t worried. She is the last orthodox heir of the Mystic School’s “reading qi” lineage. At a glance, she can see the energy of the living, the karmic ties of the dead, and the sinister energy in haunted houses. Can’t money buy happiness? No problem. She can divine the answer.
She opens a Starry Sky livestream, points the camera at herself, and casually says:
“Your complexion looks a little off.”
The haters flood in. She picks the nastiest one and accurately tells them that their mother is crying outside the emergency room. The livestream’s mood turns around overnight. Missing-person searches, solving cases, exposing haunted houses, unmasking frauds…
She never works for free, and she never saves people who are courting death. Everyone bears the consequences of their own karma.
Her husband of convenience, Shen Yanzhi, initially thinks she’s putting on an act. That is, until she looks at him for three seconds and names an old injury he has never told anyone about.
The Shen family is bound by a century-old blood pact: every generation, one of its men must die a violent death, and none has lived past thirty. Shen Yanzhi’s father and elder brother both met that fate. This year, he turns twenty-nine.
She sees a black karmic thread on him, one that doesn’t belong to the living.
Meanwhile, a faded blue Daoist robe and a glass prosthetic eye gleaming with an eerie green light watch her from the shadows. The watcher is the traitor who slaughtered her sect a century ago, and the true architect of the Shen family blood pact.
Entering the world is itself a form of cultivation. She only meant to settle her karmic debts and return to the mountains to cultivate in peace, but in this city built on clicks and neon, she finds someone who makes her reluctant to leave.
Seeing through the secrets of heaven is nothing compared to seeing through the human heart.
