After waking up from a nap, Huo Ning-a grandmaster of the Mystic Arts-found herself transmigrated into the body of the Huo family’s eldest daughter, who had been kicked out of the house and saddled with massive debt. To pay it off, she started live-streaming fortune-telling sessions.

– “Streamer, I’ve been haunted by a ‘Yin Peach Blossom’—a female ghost keeps cleaning my room and won’t let me order takeout!”

Huo Ning twitched her lips. “Kid, stop overthinking it. That’s your mom.”

– “Streamer, can you tell me if my idol’s future is bright and his career will flourish?”

Huo Ning smiled. “Your idol is involved in casting couch scandals, tax evasion, drugs, gambling, you name it. He’s about to go to prison. Better unfollow him now.”

– “Streamer, a certain tycoon built a tower in his late wife’s name to honor her. So touching!”

Huo Ning rolled her eyes. “Oh, his wife died unjustly. That tower? He built it to suppress her spirit.”

Then one day, her bankrupt scumbag father showed up with her crippled, disfigured stepmother and stepsister, begging her to save them.

Huo Ning smiled magnanimously. “I foresee your imminent demise. Let me live-stream a reading to predict your death dates.”