The Occult Master Just Wants to Be a Couch Potato

[Complete] [Next novel, My Tragic Death as the Father of a Dragon-Blooded Protagonist [Book Transmigration], updating daily] Bo Nan was reborn at the age of twenty, back as the carefree wastrel of a prestigious family. In his previous life, Bo Nan had been consumed by hatred over his family’s murder. After finally getting his revenge, he resolutely jumped into a molten pool with the Mountain and River Cauldron to repair the dragon vein. In this life, before any of it has begun, he decides to live a little more recklessly. Since he’s been reborn, there are some things he can just… The feng shui master Bo Nan, who had been dirt poor in his previous life, thinks: Why not take it if it’s free? The yin-yang fish that everyone fought over in his previous life, only for it to be destroyed in the end? Take it! The jade-heart bamboo that the villain A took in his previous life? Take it! The sun essence that the big shot B took and treasured in his previous life? Take that too! … As for Bai Yangui, the dragon-blooded protagonist of his previous life, Bo Nan thinks it over, then smiles with refined, gentle elegance that makes him look like a refined scoundrel. He’ll take him too. Bai Yangui: “…???” Bai Yangui asks curiously, “Didn’t you say your dream was to be a lazy fish? How do any of the things you’re doing have anything to do with being a lazy fish?” Bo Nan presses a finger to his lower lip, turns his head, and gives him a fleeting kiss. “Do you know what it takes to be a proper lazy fish?” “What?” “First, become the best under heaven.” [I’m bad at writing blurbs, so here are the key points: top, feng shui and mystical arts, wish fulfillment, no ghosts, not scary, weak romance] A ruthless feng shui master and artifact-refiner top x a goofy CEO bottom. They dote on each other. Physically, the top is younger; mentally, he’s older. Usually six thousand words a day, three thousand when I’m stuck. Updates around midnight. If there’s no update, I’ll post a notice. If the time has passed and there’s no update, it means I haven’t finished writing yet, but I’ll still post it. This novel will go premium on September 2, with three updates that day. Thanks for all your support, little angels -3- Anti-piracy: 90%, achieved by blocking purchases of the latest chapter. Important notice: This novel frequently quotes feng shui terminology, incantations, and related material from certain books, Baidu Baike, and collections of incantations. Some citations were marked during serialization, while others may have been missed. I’m stating in advance that this specialized material is all quoted! Quoted! Quoted! After the novel is complete, I’ll add the reference books and other sources to the “References” section of my author profile. This story is entirely fictional. The country in the story has absolutely no connection to any real-world country, and any cases or natural disasters have nothing to do with reality or any practical value. Please don’t believe in superstition. Believe in science. Long live socialism! Next novel, updating daily: My Tragic Death as the Father of a Dragon-Blooded Protagonist [Book Transmigration] [Ancient-style cultivation romance, male protagonist, bottom, warning] One day, Qiu Yibo transmigrated into a cultivation world, thinking he was about to begin a brutal life of struggling against fate… Well, he had a heavenly spiritual root, was the eldest legitimate son of a family, could cultivate automatically while lying down, and received a monthly supply of resources. This life, he was going to win by lying down! When he was six, Qiu Yibo suddenly realized that he had actually transmigrated into a wish-fulfillment cultivation novel. The male protagonist was his son, following the classic good-for-nothing-to-hero story, overcoming a broken engagement, a family blood feud, and the restoration of his spiritual root, before cultivating all the way to become a Heavenly Emperor. Good grief, his son was a dragon-blooded protagonist! Damn, if his son was a dragon-blooded protagonist, didn’t that make him the father who dies tragically? To keep the plot from happening, Qiu Yibo decides… Can’t he just not have this son?! As the saying goes: No marriage, no children, eternal immortal youth! No children, no raising them, may your life be long and prosperous! #As long as I’m strong enough, nobody can kill my whole family!# “The head of the Qiu family is getting married? Isn’t he cultivating the Unfeeling Dao? To whom?!” “To his divine consciousness incarnation, which he separated from himself years ago.” #The powerful cultivator of the Unfeeling Dao shocked me again today# Coming soon: In the Days I Was Forced to Play the Great Spirit Medium [Top, mystical arts, warning] The best thing about Bo Yi being reborn was finally getting rid of that bunch of worthless freeloaders. From then on, no one could mooch off him anymore. Who could have guessed? As the number-one spirit medium in the mystical arts world, Bo Yi never got to live the fabled life where the spirits did the work when there was work, and he worked the spirits when there wasn’t. Instead, a bunch of spirits had leeched off him until he was broke. Bo Yi returned to the villa he had supposedly inherited. The moment he opened the door, he froze. Three foxes and a weasel were playing mahjong. A bowl-thick red-banded snake was curled up on the sofa watching a TV series, while a circle of rats seemed to be holding a tea party. In the corner, a hedgehog was sulking by itself. …Good grief. Just good grief. When they saw Bo Yi, they smiled menacingly. “Young one of the Bo family, we’re the spirits your family worships. By tradition, you have to support us until you die…” Bo Yi smiled shyly. “Sure, I can support you…” The next day, the Bo family’s mystical arts business opened. A couplet was posted on the door. First line: No murder, arson, stealing chickens, or petty theft. Second line: No fortune-telling, yin-yang readings, feng shui, or chanting sutras. Horizontal scroll: We’ll do anything else. … A whole group of spirits got completely taken in by Bo Yi, and spent every day running around the city doing odd jobs. “Bo Yi! You’re not even human! You’d do anything for money! We’re mighty immortals, and now we’re digging out cesspits for ordinary people!” Coming soon 2: I’ve Taken This Mountain Under My Wing [Bottom, farming and everyday mountain life] A slice-of-life novel with the eating, drinking, and fun of Fishpond Owner. No grand conspiracies, no agonizing love and hate, just a light and happy time. Click the author’s profile to find: Completed mystical feng shui novel, top, not scary: In the Days I Was Forced to Become a Feng Shui Master Completed cheerful, food-filled seaside-gathering novel, bottom: Fishpond Owner Completed everyday mystical fortune-telling novel, bottom, master and disciple, older top: The Everyday Life of a Fortune Teller Forced to Work Theme: Heaven rewards diligence.