Mr. Qin Denounces Superstition by Day, Then Begs a Fortune-Teller for Advice at Night

An overzealous cultivator from the Mystic Sect has her soul transmigrate into Ning Ciyou, a useless heiress whose body has already gone cold.

Cast into the mortal realm with her spiritual sense scattered, she meets the arrogant, domineering CEO Qin Jianshen at her lowest point.

Ning Ciyou: “Fellow cultivator, mind if I borrow your mount for a bit?” She casually hands him a talisman for protection.

Qin Jianshen: “Has this brainless woman read too many CEO novels? Is she dabbling in the occult to get my attention?”

Then one day, Qin Jianshen is nearly killed in a car accident, but the talisman she gave him saves him from disaster.

“Could she really know something about the occult?”

To build up merit, restore her spiritual sense, and ascend again, she reads fortunes, heals the sick, and breaks sinister formations. Every bit of merit makes her stronger.

The Qin family’s eldest daughter: “Miss Ning, why do I keep having nightmares, and why am I getting old so quickly?”

Ning Ciyou: “Someone used your birth details to cast a life-borrowing curse on you.”

Old Master Qin: “Miss Ning, lately I’ve felt so weighed down, as if I’m carrying something on my back.”

Ning Ciyou: “Your first love, who passed away, has come to make you keep your promise and marry her.”

Madam Qin: “Miss Ning, I haven’t slept in five days. I hear a child crying in the villa day and night, but there are no children in the house or nearby.”

Ning Ciyou: “Dig up the locust tree in the villa’s southwest corner. Your maid buried a miscarried child there.”

The Qin family: “Miss Ning has saved every one of our lives. We unanimously agree that our finest heir, Qin Jianshen, should offer himself to her.”

Qin Jianshen grinned happily. “I’d be delighted to be her gift.”