I Don't Want This Good Fortune Anymore

When Xu Ci was fourteen years old, his fortune-telling was taken, and the fortune-telling mirror was as bright as the second sun. Ziwei became a saint, which was unprecedented. Everyone said that he was the son of destiny, destined to rise to great heights and soar in the sky. But Xu Ci soon discovered that this good life did not belong to him. He wanted to lose in the competition, but his opponent fell into disrepair; the test paper he wanted to fail in met the examiner's liking; wherever he went, the weather was smooth, but the people around him were plagued by bad luck one by one. Until the blind old Taoist told him: The so-called ascension of the sons of destiny in the past has never meant becoming immortals. It's delivery. The saint from thousands of years ago transferred his fate into the blood of mortals and raised a "son of destiny" every hundred years. The day when the fate is mature is the time when the saint returns. Everyone in the world wants to borrow a good life. Xu Ci wanted to give his life back—with interest.