The Military King’s Instructor and the Money-Loving Female Diviner

“A celestial master, a cultivator, an esper?” “No!” Qu Qiyue shakes her head proudly. “Those jobs are so outdated. I'm a shaman!” “What can a shaman do?” “Exorcise ghosts, read feng shui, interpret dreams, tell fortunes, and perform funeral rites. I'm good at all of it. If you can afford my fee, I'll summon gods and question ghosts, banish demons and subdue monsters. Pay up front, and I guarantee results!” Shi Huarong is the most famous ice-cold god around. Even officers with two bars and four stars respectfully call him “Instructor.” Born under the ill-fated Lone Star, he's destined to live and die alone, without a wife or children. He doesn't distinguish between men and women. To him, people fall into just three categories: his own, his enemies, and strangers. That is, until he meets her. Qu Qiyue is the heir to a line of shamans from a remote county. Her spiritual eyes see both the yin and yang worlds at a glance, and she can see a person's fortune and status with a single look. Her pronouncements on life and death are never wrong. If you can afford her fee, she can drive out demons, catch ghosts, and summon gods with ease. She also sorts people into three categories: reliable, unreliable, and scumbags. To her, he's an unreliable older man. The first time they met, he swindled her out of money. The second time, he did it again. The third time... In short, he either takes her money or tricks her into working for free. Where there's oppression, there's resistance. The money-loving little shaman has had enough. “Hey, you! What do I care about your big picture or your little picture? I'm done helping you. Ghost-hunting, spirit-questioning, demon-driving, and monster-slaying all follow the rules. No money, no deal!” The man swears he brought her to his side for the sake of the country, the people, and the greater good, and that he's training her with no ulterior motive. But the little girl refuses to know what's good for her and keeps going against him. He tells her to go east, she goes west; he says up, she goes down. She makes him lose face, yet somehow he isn't angry. When others bully her, his heart aches. When she gets hurt, he feels pain. What's going on? One day, a friend tells him, “You've fallen for her!” He suddenly understands. After surviving countless brushes with death, commanding a mighty army, and being equally at home on the battlefield and in the kitchen, he's actually fallen into the hands of this little girl. What should he do? Well... keep spoiling her, of course. But here's the question: how do you spoil someone?