I'm the Darling of the Mystic Sect. So What If I Can Read Fortunes?

[A fake heiress takes over the real heiress's life] [Metaphysics] [Wealthy family] [Conspiracy] [The heroine is a master of passive-aggressive remarks]

When Ling Jiujiu came down from the mountain to enter the secular world, she discovered that things had developed so fast out there that even the feng shui of her own home had been altered.

What a coincidence, this was right up her alley!

As the darling of the mystic sect, she had eight senior brothers to call in, one by one.

Today she'd ask one brother to fix the feng shui, tomorrow another to draw a talisman, and the day after that she'd swipe her master's magical artifact.

It didn't matter if her father didn't dote on her and her mother didn't love her. She could just check whether the family graves had been placed in the wrong spot.

When she met her engagement partner, whose every endeavor went wrong, he claimed to believe in science, but his hands moved deftly as he cast a divination.

"Buddy, things haven't been going your way lately. How about..."

"You cast the wrong hexagram." Fu Chengyu sighed helplessly. "How about we get married and bring each other some good luck?"

At that, Ling Jiujiu wanted nothing more than to run back to her mountain sect in the middle of the night.

Help! The outside world isn't fun at all!