A Thousand Years Later, My Sect Has Fallen into Ruin

Jing Yuan, a powerful master of the mystic arts, died protecting the Rinnegan, only to be reborn in the body of a young girl who had been abducted.

Starting over with a max-level account? Just as Jing Yuan thought she could peacefully live as an old ancestor, lie flat, and do nothing, she saw the state of the sect she had founded with her own hands.

The magnificent sect that once sprawled across a thousand miles had become a run-down little shrine. Of its three thousand gifted disciples, only one remained: a gullible, silly young man who was nothing but a con artist!

Jing Yuan couldn't smile anymore. What had happened to her enormous sect? It had fallen apart in just a thousand years!

From then on, she caught ghosts and sent them on their way, livestreamed fortune-telling, knocked people out from behind, and even made paper effigies with her bare hands.

Jing Yuan was confident: a fortune was built up bit by bit!

Later, everyone discovered that the underworld's ghost officers treated Jing Yuan with the utmost respect, the mystic sects of the human realm followed her lead, and even the Heavenly Realm, out of contact for a thousand years, seemed to be within her reach.

The mysterious young master of the Xie family was always following Jing Yuan around, looking so sickly that he seemed close to death. But whenever Jing Yuan was in danger, a powerful man would stand behind her. Jing Yuan's response? "Get out of the way. I can take him down myself."

Xie Ming offered the entire City of Reincarnation as a betrothal gift, hoping only that the woman he loved would marry him.