Fortune-Telling at My Street Stall, and Taking Down Western Monsters on the Side

I Beat the Church to a Pulp by Telling Fortunes

After transmigrating, he had the Nine Tribulations Sacred Physique, but only a year to live.

He got no System. His golden finger was a stingy master and a campus belle surrounded by dark energy.

His master said, “I can live for two more years.” The campus belle said, “The Church wants to capture me as a sacrifice.”

Su Chen replied, “Pay extra.”

By day, he fleeced rich second-generation kids at his fortune-telling stall. By night, he drew talismans and beat resentful spirits, while moonlighting for the Dragon Guards.

A bloodline viscount showed up? Blow him up.

A ghost-raiser showed up? Trap him in a formation and take him out.

Herbert sent his men to gang up on him? His master was a Golden Core expert, his apprentice had the Great Yin Sacred Physique, and his brother was the legitimate heir of a prestigious family.

Want to mess with him? Better ask his fearless teammates first.