My Wife Says She's Not Superstitious

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Yan Tang is a wandering young Taoist who steps on talisman arrays and holds talismans in her hand. The thing she loves most in life is the red bills in her pocket. Just as she's sprinting down the road of superstition for the sake of money, a woman steps in front of her.

Sun Jingyan: Superstition isn't trustworthy. We should uphold the Core Socialist Values.

Yan Tang: If you've got money, you call the shots.

Not long afterward...

Sun Jingyan: Yan Tang, there's a ghost!!!

Yan Tang: Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony, freedom, equality.

Sun Jingyan: Yan Tang, there's a demon!!!

Yan Tang: Justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, friendliness.

Sun Jingyan: Yan Tang, help!!!

Yan Tang: So, do you believe in superstition?

A Few Notes:

1. This story is set in a fictional world, an extremely fictional one.

2. There are plenty of author-created details. Research enthusiasts, please go easy on me. (A lot of it is made up, with me keeping a straight face while telling lies.)

Coming next: My Disciple Has My Back, So I Can Do Whatever I Want

A second before dying in her tribulation, Yan Wang was still worrying about whether her little disciple, who had only just reached the Golden Core stage, would survive the Age of Dharma Decline and live to see spiritual energy revive.

A thousand years later, Yan Wang made a deal with the Heavenly Dao and returned to the mortal world under its protection.

Her body had shrunk, all her cultivation was gone, and she no longer had a spiritual root. Still, none of that could hold back her heart as a master who loved and cared for her disciple. So why wasn't things going the way she'd imagined?

When she saw the disciple who had once been soft, cute, and adorable, Yan Wang rushed over excitedly, only to abruptly notice the memorial tablet in her beloved disciple's hands.

Revered Master Wuwang

Yan Wang: ??? Who died?!

At their first meeting, Shi Yi sees Yan Wang, who looks like a little beggar, and remembers the day she first met that person. She, too, had been destitute and bewildered. Luckily, a pair of incredibly warm hands had reached out to her, making the Shi Yi she is today.

"Kid, would you like to be my disciple? Join my sect, and no one under heaven will dare bully you again." The low voice is just like what that person said a thousand years ago.

Yan Wang: Meow, meow, meow? Whose sect? My unfilial disciple is taking advantage of her master!!!

Years later, Yan Wang lies on the bed with an aching waist and weak legs, gritting her teeth as she pounds the mattress. So what if her disciple is taking advantage of her? It's not like she doesn't know how to do the same!

Completed next door: This Marshal Is Mine, Your Highness and Turns Out, You Like Me Too. Take a look if you're interested, dear readers!

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