Sheng Xia was a max-level celestial master, but had been frail and sickly since childhood.
She died young at just twenty-two.
After dying and transmigrating into a book, she decided to stick to her life motto: make money and stay alive.
Before long, a young female celestial master appeared in the world of mysticism. She coughed up blood every few steps and fainted at the drop of a hat.
With no sect and no master, she was obviously a fraud.
The big shots didn't bother exposing her, since she looked like she might drop dead at any moment.
Who knew she could summon and subdue ghosts, cure terminal illnesses, and break evil formations...
She stumbled along, cheating her way through every challenge, and still refused to die!
After that, a steady stream of celebrities lined up to ask her for talismans.
An eighty-year-old celestial master leaned excitedly on his cane and spat out his dentures. "Master, are you still taking disciples?"
One day, Sheng Xia took on a particularly tricky job:
exorcising the evil spirit possessing Cen Xuekong, the future heir to a fortune.
Sheng Xia immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell backward.
It's one thing to make money, but you need to be alive to spend it.
Cen Xuekong looked down at her. "If you can solve this, I'll give you half my fortune someday."
Sheng Xia struggled to sit up. "Want to give it a try?"
It turned out that trying was the death of her. She had finally managed to save him, but lost her own life in the process.
When she opened her eyes again, Sheng Xia had transmigrated once more.
Her new body's parents had placed a curse on her, intending for her to steal the luck of her arranged-marriage partner.
But that partner only loved his first love.
After being cruelly jilted, the original owner had jumped off a boat to end her life, and Sheng Xia had transmigrated just in time.
She wiped the water from her face. Huh, why does this person look familiar?
Ten years had passed. The boy had become a domineering CEO, and her arranged-marriage partner was none other than Cen Xuekong!
Looking at the huge words "Summer-Sky" on the cruise ship,
Sheng Xia reached out. "Help me up."
Starting off with a familiar face isn't so bad.
A handkerchief landed on her head. Sheng Xia was touched, though it was a little small, only big enough to wipe her hands.
Then a voice, cold as ice, said: "If you want to die, do it somewhere else. Don't dirty my ship."
Sheng Xia: "..."
You're actually a pretty nice guy!
Theme: No matter who I become, I am still myself
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