Xin Yi was a prodigy of the mystic arts. Who could have guessed that, just as she was ascending to immortality, the mongrel dog raised by her second senior brother would sneak up and bite her on the butt? She couldn't recover in time, failed to ascend, and her soul was destroyed.
Xin Yi: ...
This would absolutely become the biggest joke in the mystic arts world!
But it no longer had anything to do with her, because she seemed to have accidentally... arrived a thousand years in the future and taken over someone else's body?
!!!
She was the chief disciple of the illustrious Taixu Palace! How could she commit such a crime and damage her own lifespan and virtue?
A quick divination revealed that she hadn't taken over the body, but returned to life in a corpse.
The body's original owner had suffered one misfortune after another: family troubles, an unhappy marriage, and not a shred of good fortune apart from marrying a man with a little money.
Now she'd even killed herself out of despair because her rich husband was overseas with his mistress!
Xin Yi: ...
What kind of godawful fate had she inherited?!
She had to accumulate good karma and save herself, starting now!
Exorcising ghosts, subduing demons, moving coffins, driving away evil spirits, Xin Yi was so busy she barely had time to set foot on the ground. Wherever she went, everything went smoothly and peaceably.
Zhuang Yuan was away on a business trip overseas for three months. When he returned, his front door was surrounded by a crowd.
His expression was stern.
