A Hundred Years Later, I Became the Founder's Grandmistress [Metaphysics]

Ongoing story: The First Most-Hated Person in the Galaxy Sees the Comments Jiang Yuan, the founding matriarch of the sect, never expected that on her first day back among the living, she would find her fifth-generation descendant crying in front of her statue. She appeared right there before him, frightening him so badly that he sucked his tears back in. She learned that the Taoist temple had fallen into ruin, that the gold leaf from her statue had been scraped off and sold, and that even her crybaby descendant was being bullied. Jiang Yuan: "Show them what you can do, and lead your descendant in restoring the temple." But the very next day, someone reported her for fortune-telling without a license. An elder from the Metaphysical Affairs Office: "Pay a huge fine or we'll shut down the temple." Jiang Yuan: "Go ahead and shut it down." An hour later, Jiang Yuan sensed that the elder had used a Spirit-Summoning Talisman. She answered the call and strolled leisurely over. When confronted, she unfurled the closure notice stamped with the office's official seal. "..." "Unseal it immediately!!!" The elder from the Metaphysical Affairs Office dropped to his knees in a flash. Recently, the metaphysical community held a discussion about Spirit-Summoning Talismans, and elders from various temples took turns complaining. "Last time I used one while catching a ghost, she showed up, but said it wasn't an emergency. She just stood there and talked me through chasing the ghost!" "That's nothing. I was trapped in a formation, and she didn't show up until the afternoon of the third day. Even then, she didn't rush to save me. She started by asking me to explain what I understood about the formation!" "I've got it worse. She said she works nine to five, takes weekends and public holidays off, and charges triple the offerings for every extra second of work!" The young Taoist recording their comments was confused. "So, does that mean you all hate this founding matriarch?" The elders exchanged glances, then awkwardly admitted, "Well... I did catch the ghost (break the formation) (start living a nine-to-five life), and it actually felt pretty good." Lu Li had loved doing good deeds since he was little. If he went a day without doing one, he felt lost and hollow. But he had other troubles too. Every day, all kinds of Taoist priests appeared before him and asked: "It is fate that brought us together. Would you be willing to become my disciple?" Yet before Lu Li could answer, they would look at him in terror and apologize over and over. "I'm sorry. This old Taoist can't bear your good fortune. I meant no offense." He didn't know that he had accumulated immense merit over four lifetimes. He didn't know why he was so fond of doing good deeds either, until one day he saw her standing there. She captured his entire heart, and he wanted to give her every bit of his merit. Please note: The male lead appears relatively late. Upcoming fantasy novel: I'm Really a Frail God [Infinite] Blurb: Song Wen was the least popular god of all. She woke up unexpectedly in a human body, only to find that the world had changed. Most of the land had been contaminated by the supernatural, but humanity had built a perfectly regulated society in the safe zones and no longer needed gods. She was the only living god in the world. Her damaged divinity couldn't provide enough energy to keep her body moving. After a kind stranger told her where to go, Song Wen went to a shelter to collect food. Just as she was worrying that it wouldn't be enough, a contamination alarm rang overhead, and people scattered in every direction. A monster crawled out of the darkness, opened its enormous jaws, and tried to swallow Song Wen whole. Song Wen, pale and weak, raised a hand and gently held the monster's jaws open. "A little divine mercy costs five yuan. Care to make an offering?" Monster: ... Song Wen could see clearly that the souls of the dead were trapped inside these monsters. Helping them find release would earn her faith, which meant she wouldn't have to go hungry. A supernatural contamination zone appeared inside a safe-zone shelter. A large rescue team rushed to the scene, only to find that the contaminated area had vanished. A frail young woman, so weak the wind could knock her over, grabbed a burly man and exposed several of his crimes, shocking everyone present. Nobody had imagined that such heinous acts could happen under such strict laws! But this was only the beginning. Wherever Song Wen went, a contamination zone appeared. As she exposed more and more crimes, people began to see her as the embodiment of justice and even formed a support group to help her uphold it. Song Wen, overwhelmed by the attention: "I never thought I'd be this popular one day!" Within supernatural contamination zones, the dead returned, consumed by boundless resentment. They were terrifying and horrifying, and everyone wanted to kill them. Until, one day... They met a "softhearted" god. Some monsters even "voluntarily" made an offering, transformed back into human form, and asked timidly and respectfully, "May I ask which god you are?" Song Wen looked away. "I'm-I'm just a frail little god." Well, a god of pestilence, a sickly god. Nothing wrong with that. She'd just made herself sound a little nicer. Theme: People with talent can carve out a place for themselves wherever they are.