Fortunately, she had a strong mindset. After spending a few minutes researching, she learned that in this world, live-streaming wasn’t just about making money by being ugly—it could also be done through beauty and talent.  

So, she decided to rely on the mystical arts to support herself.  

She adjusted her posture and turned the camera toward herself.  

The stream’s title: Fortune-Telling with Immortal Huo, Daily Edition.

The original owner had already built up a small following, so within minutes of going live, her viewer count hit 3,000.  

But the title and the face on screen left her old audience utterly stunned.  

[??? Holy shit, did I enter the wrong stream? Who are you, beauty?]

[Ugh, who wants to watch a pretty-face streamer? Give me back the ugly girl from before!]  

[I always said she was just wearing ugly makeup, but none of you believed me. Now you see!]  

[Did your company replace the streamer? Not just the person, but the whole style—what’s with this “fortune-telling” nonsense?]

[LMAO, I thought she was gonna make money selling stuff, but now she’s pivoting to mystical scams. She’s really something, I’m crying.]

[Fine if you’re replacing her, but at least tell us where the ugly girl went!]

Huo Ning took a sip of water.  

“I’m the same person. Before, the time wasn’t right, but now that fate has aligned, my true appearance is revealed. But yes, the style is changing.”  

“Just letting everyone know—from today onward, I’m a mystical arts streamer. I’ll be telling fortunes live. One ‘Phoenix Coronet and Embroidered Robe’ gift per reading. Once I’m done, I’ll end the stream.”  

[WTF! A ‘Phoenix Coronet and Embroidered Robe’ is 1,258 yuan—are you so broke you’re turning to fraud?!]

[1,258 yuan to listen to your nonsense? You might as well just rob people!] 

[Unfollowing. You used to be ugly but kind-hearted. Now you’re pretty but rotten inside.]

Huo Ning remained unbothered.  

Being called a scammer was nothing new.  

Fortune-telling was all about fate and timing.  

She set down her cup and continued her pitch.  

“If my reading isn’t accurate, I’ll refund the full amount. One ‘Phoenix Coronet and Embroidered Robe’—fair and square for young and old. Miss this chance, and it’s gone.”  

[Girl, stop yelling. Even a five-year-old wouldn’t fall for this scam.]

[If anyone donates, I’ll laugh at them for life!]

[Wishing for Peace] has sent ‘Phoenix Coronet and Embroidered Robe’ x1.

The viewers: “???”

[Holy crap, there’s actually an idiot donating money? There really are more fools in this world than you’d think!]

[Come on, this is obviously a plant hired by the streamer.]

[This collab is so cringe I can’t even watch.]

Huo Ning ignored them and directly invited [Wishing for Peace] to a video call.  

Soon, a woman with exhausted eyes, deep frown lines, and bloodshot irises appeared on the right side of the screen.  

“Hello, streamer. My name is Huang Xiu. My daughter has been sick recently…”  

“I want you to tell me when she’ll recover.”  

Huang Xiu’s cheeks were sunken, her skin sallow, and her temples streaked with gray.  

The moment she sent the money, she had already regretted it.  

She didn’t know what came over her—there was just a voice in her heart telling her that maybe this streamer, who looked even younger than her daughter, could save her.  

Now, seeing the barrage of mocking comments, Huang Xiu snapped back to reality.  

But the money was already spent. At this point, she had no choice but to try anything.  

Her weak voice and sorrowful gaze made the viewers’ hearts ache.  

At the same time, it fueled their fury toward Huo Ning.  

[This auntie must’ve worked so hard for that money! How dare you scam her in this state—aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?!] 

[What are the mods doing?! Why isn’t this stream banned yet?!]

[T_T This auntie reminds me of my mom. If I were sick, she’d probably get scammed out of desperation too.]

[Streamer, give the money back to her. I have money—scam me instead! I can’t stand watching parents suffer for their kids!]

[My take? Respect and best wishes—just don’t die on my doorstep.]

[Damn, someone’s life must be real miserable to be this bitter.]

Huo Ning’s brows furrowed slightly.  

Huang Xiu’s face bore the classic marks of a kind, honest person, and her children were likewise good-natured.  

But the people around her? Not so much.  

Originally, Huang Xiu’s fate should have been smooth and worry-free, with children free from illness or disaster.  

Yet now, not only did her Children’s Palace (a facial feature in physiognomy) show signs of withering decay, but there was even an omen of family ruin.  

She shook her head, her expression grave.  

“Your daughter isn’t sick—she’s being targeted.”  

“A vengeful ghost is clinging to her. It’s searching for a replacement, and if we don’t act fast, by tonight, it will take over her body.”  

Worried that Huang Xiu might not understand, Huo Ning rephrased it more plainly.  

“In other words, your daughter will die tonight.”