I Just Became a Celestial Master, and a Female CEO Hired Me for a Hundred Bucks

[Invincible Hero] [Multiple Marriage Contracts] [Comedic Contrast] [Decisive and Ruthless] [Pure Exhilaration]

"One hundred yuan to save your life. Another hundred, and I'll bring your dying grandpa back from the brink!"

Lan Ruoxue, the icy CEO of Zhonghai, is at her wit's end. Every doctor in the city has declared that the old man is at the end of his rope.

Desperate, she grabs Yang Fan, a Taoist who has just come down from the mountain and is munching on a roasted lamb leg.

Two fingers snap a steel blade, one needle brings the soul back to life, and a flick of his peachwood sword banishes evil and breaks curses!

The powerful and wealthy crowd kneels in shock. After returning from the gates of death, Old Master Lan immediately declares, "Granddaughter, take the household register and marry Celestial Master Yang right now!"

Yang Fan backs away, still chewing on his lamb leg, his face full of disdain. "Old man, is this how you repay someone who saved your life? Your granddaughter looks plain and has no figure. At best, she could wash my feet, and even then, she'd barely do. And you want her to be my wife? I think she's a little out of my league..."

Everyone freezes. The icy goddess is furious on the spot!

Ten years ago, the Yang family was massacred, and Yang Fan was rescued by ten peerless beauties who were his masters on Qinglong Mountain.

Ten years later, his martial arts reach the heavens, his medical skills are divine, and his mastery of magic is profound!

Yet his ten gorgeous masters PUA him every day: "You're too weak, disciple. You're not even a Celestial Master. Hurry up and go down the mountain to find yourself a wife!"

So Yang Fan heads down the mountain in tears, carrying a sack full of marriage contracts and convinced he's a weakling who's worse than a dog.

"My masters said only children have to choose. I'll marry whichever one is prettiest... And if they're all pretty? Then I'll take them all!"

As the great powers of the clans tremble at his feet, foreign war gods quake at his name, and all sorts of gorgeous fiancees cry and beg to marry him...

Yang Fan silently pulls out a handful of silver needles, looking completely innocent:

"Don't mess with me. I'm really weak. If I accidentally hold back a little too little, you could die."