Hello, I'm Here to Be the Imperial Astrologer

After the war between immortals and demons ended, the monsters were all sealed away, the Immortal Capital fell, and the God-King lay sleeping in the Sea of No Return.

In the third month of spring, Qing Luo awoke in the mountains. After overhearing some women gathering wild vegetables, he learned that the world had changed and a thousand years had passed in the mortal realm.

They said there were no immortals left in the world.

Qing Luo quietly told himself that there were. He was one, even if he was only a very, very weak little immortal.

When an immortal enters the mortal world, he grows weaker and weaker without the power of believers' faith to sustain him. Qing Luo had tried many ways of making a living among humans, but none had earned him any faith.

One day, he saw an old man with white hair and long robes dancing wildly atop a high tower, speaking words no one could understand. Thousands of townspeople knelt below him in reverence, and in an instant, a ceaseless stream of incense and faith rose into the air.

Qing Luo asked the old man kneeling beside him who that person was. The man said he was the Imperial Preceptor, revered by all and capable of anything.

Qing Luo made up his mind: he would become an Imperial Preceptor.

With his bundle on his back, Qing Luo headed north, applying for the position of Imperial Preceptor in one kingdom after another. Who could have guessed that he wouldn't even make it through the capital gates before the guards drove him away as a madman.

Everyone said an Imperial Preceptor should have an otherworldly bearing and white hair. A little beggar like him could never become one.

Undeterred by all the rejection, Qing Luo learned from every encounter and made his way to the northernmost capital.

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Lou Qianzhou, sovereign of Beidu, was diligent and cared for his people. In the few years since taking the throne, he had transformed Beidu from a poor land plagued by constant warfare into a prosperous and flourishing nation.

But then an unknown disaster struck the capital. Plants withered one after another, and the people were afflicted by strange illnesses. The young emperor was overwhelmed with worry, while the entire nation stood helpless.

A minister suggested posting a recruitment notice to find a gifted and powerful Imperial Preceptor who could pray for Beidu's fortune and drive away evil.

Lou Qianzhou didn't believe in gods or spirits, but to calm his terrified people, he had no choice but to agree.

On the day the notice went up, a crowd gathered in front of the market. A wandering little beggar pushed through the throng and took down the notice in full view of everyone.

In the great hall, Lou Qianzhou looked down at the little beggar, covered in grime from head to toe. His gaze traveled slowly from the astonishingly beautiful face, now wiped clean, to the striking white hair on his head.

The young emperor sounded unusually hesitant as he asked, "Say that again. What do you want to do?"

"Hello! I've come to become the Imperial Preceptor!" The white-haired beauty met his gaze, his voice ringing with conviction.

Later on.

Qing Luo rolled over on the emperor's bed. Silken black hair fell around him, hiding the little red marks on his pale shoulders. His voice hoarse, he scolded the man beside him: "How dare you, Lou Qianzhou, show such disrespect to the Imperial Preceptor?"

Lou Qianzhou wrapped an arm around the Imperial Preceptor's slender waist and pulled him close, kissing his overly flushed lips before replying lazily, "But, Your Highness, you're the empress now."

Theme: Savoring life in the mortal world is worth it.