Jealous Rivalry? Not a Chance. The Real Heiress Is an Occult Master

Mysticism + face-slapping + a groveling romance

Wen Funing grew up in a Taoist temple. Born with an extraordinary spiritual constitution, she could not ascend because her earthly ties remained unbroken. When she entered the secular world one day to search for her family, the whole city showered her with abuse.

The townspeople sneered: “Pick up a rotten egg. She’s obviously a fraud!”

Wen Funing: “That’s a rumor. This is my precious treasure!”

Her father wept: “A hundred years of the Wen family’s good name, ruined by a charlatan! Heaven is bent on destroying us!”

Wen Funing: “Heaven isn’t destroying you. Your adopted daughter is.”

Her mother sighed: “You are still of Wen blood, after all. As your mother, I’ll decide your marriage and give you to Liu Erma, the farmhand!”

Wen Funing: “I was born with an extraordinary spiritual constitution. Whoever marries me will be doomed, you know.”

Her five older brothers scoffed: “You refuse? Then don’t expect a single copper from the Wen family!”

She simply set up a little stall: fortune-telling, ghost-catching, and feng shui, she could do it all.

Once she had earned enough merit, she left without a second thought.

Seven days after she left, her brothers went mad, all falling to their knees and crying for their sister to forgive them.

But a cool, dignified man stepped in front of her. “A Ning has long since severed all ties with her family. You have no right to interfere.”