I Rely on Word Magic to Save the World of Mysticism

Today, a fortune-telling stall appeared at the foot of Mount Moyu. The stall owner was an exceptionally beautiful young man with an otherworldly air. A girl approached, blushing. “Taoist priest, I’d like you to tell my fortune about love.” Ning Ruiyu lowered his head and fiddled with his talismans. “Your fated match hasn’t arrived.” The man beside the girl grew anxious. “Bah! You lousy priest, spouting nonsense without even looking!” Ning Ruiyu raised his eyelids slightly. “Cheating scumbag. You’ll get a broken face today.” The man cursed as he dragged the woman away. Ten minutes later, the man was on his way to the hospital, clutching his bloodied face. The onlookers said the man had received a call from his wife while climbing the mountain. He panicked and fell. Sure enough, he was a cheating scumbag! A wealthy merchant, unwilling to believe it, stepped forward. “Hey, tell my fortune. How’s my wealth luck?” Ning Ruiyu gave him a lazy glance. “A crooked merchant with a guilty conscience. You’ll probably get kicked by a donkey.” The merchant laughed. “Where are there any donkeys these days?” The next second, a herd of donkeys charged down the mountain. The merchant went to the hospital, clutching his battered backside. Soon, word of the stall owner’s uncanny predictions spread far and wide. But when more people came to seek him out, they discovered the stall had vanished. By then, Ning Ruiyu had arrived at the Lu family with a meeting gift. But who could tell him why his “little wife” had turned into a powerful top? Would it still be in time to turn around and run? Reading Guide: 1. This is a fictional setting, entirely made up, and contains many original additions. Please don’t scrutinize the details. 2. Sweet romance, main character is the bottom, one-on-one pairing. Theme: Justice will ultimately triumph over evil!