I Became a Paranormal Master by Guessing

Yang Tiancheng, a food delivery guy, tripped over a money tree while making a delivery.

He casually cursed, "A money tree blocking the road to fortune? Some name."

The next day, a skyscraper's chairman signed a 300-million-yuan contract, then showed up at Yang Tiancheng's door with a 20,000-yuan red envelope, calling him a master.

Yang Tiancheng thought: A coincidence.

He took a look at someone's villa and casually said, "There's something unclean in your house." That night, he really did see a female ghost in the kitchen, chopping off her own hand.

Yang Tiancheng panicked.

He was making it all up. Every wild guess came true. A hundred guesses, a hundred hits. His followers climbed to two million, and he was earning 100,000 yuan a month. One sleepless night, he called his mother. "Mom, I'm scared."

Yang Tiancheng dug out the tattered book his father had left behind, and at last had a way to draw talismans and exorcise evil. But he didn't know where his father had gone, why his mother never mentioned him, or why every wild guess he made turned out to be right.

Until an eighteen-year-old young Taoist came down from Longhu Mountain and called him a bastard to his face. The two fought, using exactly the same techniques to wield talismans.

The orthodox sects looked down on him, the City God made life difficult for him, a judge tampered with the Book of Life and Death, a thousand-year-old fox demon dragged him into an illusion, and every prodigy in the secret realm wanted to use him to show off.

Yang Tiancheng bluffed his way forward, delivering face-slapping at every turn.

As for why every wild guess he made was right, why his father left all those years ago, and who was sitting beneath the Nine Hells, he had no idea himself.

There was only one thing he cared about: What if his next guess was wrong?