The Daoist Sect's Holy Son: My Master Sent Me Down the Mountain to Sell Insurance

I am the head disciple of Xuantian Temple, recognized by the Daoist sects as their holy son.

Three years ago, my master kicked me down the mountain.

“You’re one in ten thousand,”

“so go catch that one-in-a-million chance for the world.”

I thought he meant I was to save people.

Only later did I learn that every insurance policy I sold was shielding someone from disaster.

I can see the aura above my clients’ heads, and it tells me when they’ll die.

The “one-in-a-million chance” my master sent me to catch is coming true, one person at a time.

Master, are you sure you’re still the same master who keeps calling me his beloved disciple?