I'm a Translator for a Taoist Priestess in America

Cheng Yan, an ordinary international student attending college in New York, is dragged to the airport by his just-turned-eighteen-year-old cousin Su Li, who's obsessed with mysticism, to pick up Xu Zhaowei, a beautiful Taoist priestess who looks otherworldly but can't even understand the questions at immigration.

He translates, she exorcises demons, and his cousin makes everything worse. That is how they divide the work at first.

The staff member asks, "What's her occupation?"

Cheng Yan: "A Taoist priest... Well, you can think of her as a witch."

The staff member: "What is she doing in the United States?"

Xu Zhaowei: "I have come at a friend's invitation to perform a ritual."

Cheng Yan: "A witch's tour."

The staff member raises a peachwood sword. "Is it dangerous?"

Xu Zhaowei: "This sword only strikes demons and evil spirits."

Cheng Yan: "Living people usually get away unharmed."

The staff member looks up.

Cheng Yan hurriedly adds, "It's made of wood, a religious ceremonial object. She won't use it to hurt anyone."

Xu Zhaowei takes out her Taoist priest credentials. The photo and seal on the document match her perfectly.

Cheng Yan: "See? The witch has all her paperwork in order, and the government recognizes her magical powers."

Xu Zhaowei understands the last part and corrects him seriously: "This document only proves my identity as a Taoist priest."

Cheng Yan: "You don't need to translate that."

"What if she gets into danger and can't communicate?"

Xu Zhaowei: "With the Patriarch's protection, I can turn danger into safety."

Cheng Yan: "There's someone who became an immortal many years ago, and he's always following her."

The staff member glances behind her and silently lowers the peachwood sword.