Hong Kong's Top Feng Shui Master [The 1980S]

More than a decade ago, Chen Jiyu dreamed that his founding patriarch had given him instructions. On a rainy night, he took in an abandoned orphan girl to carry on the sect's legacy. But it didn't take long for him to realize there was something special about his little apprentice. At three, while other kids caught bugs and birds, she grabbed ghosts and used them like whips. Chen Jiyu: "??" At five, Chen Jiyu had to fast, meditate, burn incense, and pray before he could write a single talisman blessed with protective magic. The little girl could scribble one on scrap paper, and it would brim with spiritual energy. Chen Jiyu: "??" When she was a teenager, Chen Jiyu offered incense to the founding patriarch, who didn't react at all. But when the girl offered incense, the patriarch was so delighted that the candle flames crackled and flared. Chen Jiyu: "O(╥﹏╥)o So the spring never comes when I'm around, huh?" With a quick calculation, Yao Yue, the National Preceptor of the Moruo Kingdom, could see three hundred years into the past and future. A stamp of her foot could set up a feng shui formation at will. When she opened her eyes, she found herself a thousand years in the future. The Dao had declined, and its traditions had been lost. In the past, even outer disciples knew how to draw talismans, tell fortunes, and arrange geomantic formations. In this era, such skills were the stuff of legend. Anyone with even a little skill could make a fortune. Yao Yue: "Let's start with a modest goal: becoming Xiangjiang's number one Celestial Master." Yang Huizhi was reborn. To inherit the Yang family's fortune, she callously abandoned her biological younger sister and adopted a baby boy instead. More than a decade later, an accident led Yang Huizhi to hear about a remarkably effective Celestial Master who could exorcise ghosts, capture demons, read feng shui, and tell fortunes. The wealthy and powerful throughout Xiangjiang were willing to pay a fortune just to get a protective talisman from her. Yang Huizhi wanted to get acquainted. But when she saw the Celestial Master with her own eyes, she was stunned. Wasn't this the younger sister she'd abandoned? [Upcoming] I Really Didn't Mean to Become a Great Detective! [Xiangjiang] Ji Niantang returned from an infinite-world survival game and wanted only to be an ordinary policewoman in a 1990s Xiangjiang police station. Nine to five, clock out on time, get paid on schedule, and live a quiet, stable life. The Ji family was one of Xiangjiang's most famous wealthy families, and she was the only daughter of the third branch. She had no need to worry about making money. A few rookies arrived at the station, and Ji Niantang's nemesis dismissed them as old, weak, sick, and disabled. Ji Niantang didn't mind. Old, weak, sick, and disabled sounded great! They could all patrol the streets together, then grab afternoon tea at three-something whenever they had time. She'd do her job and hope the gun issued to her before retirement would at least be a kind one. Then she saw the labels floating over the heads of those supposedly old, weak, sick, and disabled rookies. Old: A forty-year-old officer, the oldest graduate in police academy history, with the title "Returned King of Soldiers" over his head. Weak: A petite policewoman in her early twenties with the classic name Jiaxin, carrying a "Deduction Clue System." Sick: A wealthy young master who'd returned from studying abroad, coughing blood in the breeze, with "Real Young Master of a Wealthy Family" floating above his head. Disabled: A completely illiterate man who'd repeated his final year of secondary school for three years, but came with a "Super Undercover System." He could learn any job at a glance, as long as it didn't involve studying. Ji Niantang: "..." Where on earth had this whole bunch of supposed crouching dragons and hidden phoenixes come from? Every one of them was a real talent!! Ji Niantang tried to send these talents away, but couldn't. She thought she'd just let them do whatever they wanted, but these four talents were a mess together and stars apart. The moment she let go, everything fell apart. The Returned King of Soldiers had combat skills but no brains. The deduction system offered clues but never the answers. The real young master of a wealthy family knew nothing but how to throw money around. The undercover expert kept going undercover and nearly ended up as the head of the triads. Ji Niantang could only grit her teeth, dropping hints, arranging things, and offering a few "casual suggestions." The good news: under her leadership, her station's case clearance rate kept hitting new records. The good news: the old, weak, sick, and disabled all earned the title of great detective. The bad news: they all agreed that she was the real great detective. Theme: Don't stereotype.