The Unlucky Celestial Master: From the Start, a Policewoman Blocks My Door

(Urban High Martial Arts + Celestial Master + Daoist Cultivation)

I’m the sixty-seventh-generation successor of the Celestial Masters’ Way, but my talent is so poor even ghosts can’t stand me.

Then I bound myself to the [Metaphysics Certification System], and my fortune-telling became freakishly accurate.

But just as I opened for business, a policewoman cornered me in an alley. “Sir, tell my fortune. Am I going to beat you up in a minute?”

I pinched my fingers and calculated. “The divination says… you’ll treat me to dinner.”

She sneered and kicked over my fortune-telling stall. A golden glow of merit suddenly surged above her head.