I Found an SSR Ghost Bride, and the Ice-Cold Celestial Master Panicked

[This book is handwritten in the traditional style. Read with confidence.]

To save her genius junior apprentice, my girlfriend, the foremost disciple of the Celestial Masters, publicly took the Daoist bones I had nurtured for ten years.

She said, "He carries the future of our sect. Your loss... I will surely make it up to you someday."

My Daoist foundation was utterly destroyed, and I became a laughingstock among our circle. Meanwhile, she and her junior apprentice were hailed as the sect's "Twin Stars" and showered with praise for "putting the greater good first and making a brave sacrifice."

Heartbroken, I returned to my family's long-abandoned haunted house, ready to spend the rest of my life in peace.

Until I picked up an unparalleled ghost immortal who claimed to be my wife.

Other people suffer a loss of virtue by raising ghosts. I raise a ghost wife, and she turns around and gives me the SSS-rank talent [Personally Appointed by the Underworld]!

From then on, vengeful ghosts bow when they see me, underworld officials call me "sir," and my ghost-wife army sweeps through the supernatural world.

My ex, a Celestial Master, is ordered to capture me, only to find all the ghosts bowing their heads and underworld officials clearing the way.

Her peachwood sword clatters to the ground, and her voice trembles:

"Y-You became the underworld's power broker?"

I put an arm around my ghost wife and smile calmly.

"No. I'm just the useless guy you dumped back then, and it so happens I'm your boss now."