On her first day after coming down from the mountain, the young Taoist nun tried reading the feng shui of someone's home, only to be thrown out as a fraud.
Qin Fen wailed, "Master, you rotten old hag! You've ruined my life! Where's the promised fortune? Where's the respect? Where's the ability to turn someone's luck around with a few words?" With a furious slap, she flung the family heirloom compass in her hand to the ground, and a flash of light shimmered.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a world filled with immortal aura and abundant spiritual energy, where Foundation Establishment cultivators were as common as stray dogs, Golden Core cultivators were everywhere, and Nascent Soul cultivators could be found on every street.
Yet that mighty cultivator was crouched in a cave, cultivating atop a pile of spirit stones, with baleful energy blowing in his face and spiritual weapons smacking him on the head. The amazing sect master was sprawled across the roof of a thatched hut, where the five elements clashed so badly that even passing cranes pooped on him.
Well, well! Qin Fen's eyes lit up. She stuck the two halves of the broken compass back together, straightened her robe, and asked sincerely, "Fellow Daoist, are you looking to buy a house?"
"Buy today, enjoy good luck for life! Move right in and watch your cultivation soar!"
As Feng Shui Homes expanded, offering properties to buy or rent, she settled into a wonderful routine of sending employees to collect rent from the various prestigious sects.
Theme: We all have a home
