A Direct Heir of the Daoist Sect, Dragged Off to Get a Marriage License Right After Coming Down the Mountain?

The Celestial Master’s arts... They really exist?!

After fifteen years of cultivating at a temple, Daoist Chen Ping came down from the mountain.

In his Daoist robes, he found himself at a matchmaking setup!

“Mom... I’m a Daoist, a direct disciple of the Celestial Master. I can’t get married.” Chen Ping was at a loss.

“If you don’t bring someone home today, you’re no son of mine!”

He’d only meant to go through the motions, but on the street, a stunning woman in black stockings blocked his way.

She shoved him into a car, floored the gas, and took him to register and take wedding photos!

Chen Ping stared blankly at the marriage certificate in his hands.

Wasn’t this a little fast? Things sure hadn’t gone according to plan.

The beautiful CEO Li Muxue awkwardly covered her mouth. She’d grabbed the wrong man for her wedding!

“So you really are a Daoist?”

“Of course I am!”