Five Years of Taoist Training, Three Years of Ghost Hunting

Are you still fretting over how to catch ghosts? Are you anxious about how to tell a vicious ghost from someone who simply loves wearing red? Have you studied spells for years, yet find yourself unable to speak as soon as you see a ghost? Come to Yuqing and find Tang Yan. Five years of Taoist training, three years of ghost hunting. We teach everything, guaranteed.

(Online lessons and remote, in-home practice sessions with vicious ghosts available. Call: 138XXXXXXXX)

Some Celestial Masters carry ancestral magical artifacts and draw talismans as neatly as photocopiers, yet have never even seen a ghost.

In this age of declining spiritual energy, cultivating immortality is difficult, and so is being a ghost.

Forget a thousand-year-old Ghost King. Finding a ghost that's even a day old would be a blessing from your sect.

So when everyone heard that the great formation at the gates of Fengdu, which let people in but never out, had broken, they were all dumbfounded.

Tang Yan: Our goal is to become the New Oriental of the Celestial Master world and the Lanxiang of ghost hunting!

Tang Yan, a normal university graduate, joined a talent competition to help a relative out. He never expected his master to run away from home on the very first day of his debut, leaving behind two siheyuan courtyards (with leaky roofs), a pile of debt, and a childhood betrothal partner. One? A single one? A strip?

Bai Yu: I heard I have a fiance. I want to see him for myself. If he's not handsome, I don't want him.

Tang Yan: Whose Samoyed is this? How did you get so fat?

Bai Yu: I'm a fox, the kind that's been cultivating for a thousand years.

Tang Yan: How about putting on a show for me, like something out of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio?

Younger, sweet fox top X gorgeous, mischievous bottom

Contains original worldbuilding. Don't overthink it. The author is scared of ghosts too, so this isn't scary at all. Trust me.

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Please add my new novel to your reading list: "The Empress Became a Clone After Her Resurrection"

The highest law of Marier: Clones can never experience love.

In the year 741 of the New Calendar, Emperor Chu Feng, dead for 300 years, crawled out of his grave.

With a scheming joint government within and a hostile neighbor watching from beyond the borders, Emperor Chu Feng's most urgent question was: "Where is the empress?"

Where was the well-behaved, obedient empress who blushed whenever he teased him?

Where was the empress who fell in love with him at first sight and loved him as much as life itself?

Sorry, your empress died several hundred years ago. Would you settle for his clone?

Gu Jin clenched his fist and smashed a brick to pieces. "Since clones perfectly inherit their source's interests and hobbies, I regret to inform you that either there's something wrong with your head, or your empress lied to you. Please get out of my house right now."

Strong top, strong bottom. Big shot X big shot. A fake rekindling romance.

Love began with a conspiracy.

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