Chapter 1: The Celestial Master Reborn

The Heavenly Master with the deepest knowledge of arts on Qingxu Mountain died. A young genius, yet fated not to live past 18.

Jeon Jungkook lay down in the coffin prepared for him, closed his eyes, and calmly welcomed his end.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already changed worlds.

As soon as he saw the ceiling clearly, Jungkook suddenly frowned, flipped over and sat up. He pressed heavily on his throat with two fingers, spitting out a large mouthful of vomit that tasted of rust.

He stood up, walked to the bathroom, leaned over the sink, and forcefully massaged his stomach, moving inch by inch upwards, until he had vomited everything churning inside. Only then did he sit on the sofa and drink a cup of warm water to recover.

While he was forcing the contents out of his stomach, he had already received all the original host's memories.

The original host was also named Jungkook, a little-known celebrity who had debuted two years ago. The company promised him resources and tricked him into attending a dinner party with a sugar daddy. When the sugar daddy's wandering hand touched his thigh, he stood up and beat the man until his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Because of this, he now faced massive liquidated damages and debt. His studio had also disbanded yesterday, marking the end of his acting career. Unable to bear the blow, the original host swallowed pills to commit suicide.

Jungkook looked up and saw a bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside table. He felt fortunate it wasn't Paraquat; he still had time to force it out.

After finishing a cup of water, he stood up and looked around. “Jeon Jungkook, we share the same name, so there is fate between us. Now that I have taken your life, I will help you repay your debts. Consider us even.”

No one—oh, no ghost—answered him, but Jungkook didn't mind. He got up and went to the bedroom, packing the original host's belongings into a suitcase to take with him. This was a house provided by the company, and since it was being reclaimed, he had to leave and find a new place to live.

The original host had worked for the company for two years, yet his personal belongings only filled a small suitcase. Jungkook dragged the suitcase, walking aimlessly. Fortunately, it was morning, and he should be able to move into a new place by evening.

Jungkook looked at the rental information online, chose the cheapest listing, and called the number. The landlady was an Old Woman whose face clearly showed shrewdness.

When she heard Jungkook immediately bargain the price down to five hundred, she widened her eyes. “Why don't you just rob me? This is a two-bedroom, one-living room, 80 square meter apartment in A City. In this location, it costs at least 2,000 a month.”

The tenant was injured, she hadn't compensated them. Since others didn't know, she insisted the apartment was fine.

If she had to pay compensation, it would cost at least tens of thousands.

She forced herself to remain calm. “You young man, how do you know all this?”

Jungkook smiled slightly, looking harmless. “Because I am a Heavenly Master.”

“How about it? Why don't you rent the apartment to me cheaply? We can form a good karma connection, and I'll also help you resolve the dirty things inside. The apartment's Feng Shui can also be changed.”

The conditions Jungkook offered were quite tempting. If she hired a professional Master, she would have to spend tens of thousands first, and she wouldn't even know if they were a fraud. Now, a Heavenly Master had come right to her door. Regardless of whether he was a fraud, she could still collect rent. This was simply a highly profitable deal.

The Old Woman immediately nodded in agreement. Fearing Jungkook might change his mind, she threw down the keys and ran off.

It was good luck that he found a place to live before dark, even if he wasn't living alone.

Jungkook quickly made a bed and went out to shop for supplies. He had decided that his ability to earn money lay in fortune-telling and ghost-catching. Since he lacked fame here, he needed to establish his reputation through live-streamed fortune-telling so he could take on large jobs.

The hundreds of millions in debt owed by the original host could not be paid off just by a few fan donations.

After buying a pile of items needed for live-streaming and fortune-telling and returning, he found his suitcase had been opened and his clothes were scattered everywhere.

The lights in the room were flickering.

Jungkook casually pulled out a piece of Yellow Talisman Paper, held it between two fingers. The Yellow Talisman Paper moved without wind and ignited without fire. He formed a hand seal with his left hand and shouted sternly, “Get out!”

Instantly, an old man wearing burial clothes appeared before him, clutching his head and rolling on the floor, begging for mercy. “Heavenly Master, Esteemed Heavenly Master, I was wrong, I haven't harmed anyone, please spare me.”

Jungkook tossed the half-burnt Yellow Talisman Paper in his hand. “Clean up my room, or I will immediately scatter your soul.”

The old man tremblingly went to clean the room, while Jungkook walked to the small living room, sat down, arranged a simple setup, and opened the live-streaming platform.

The original host had his own live-streaming account with two thousand followers.

Jungkook started the live stream. Seeing fans greeting him in the comments, he greeted them back. “Good evening, everyone. Due to some recent circumstances, I plan to switch professions and stream every day. Please give me your support.”

【Little Kook, what profession are you switching to?】

【Little Kook's studio disbanded, what will you do? Big cry.jpg】

【Jeon Jungkook flies bravely, Little Bunny follows forever.】

Little Bunny is the fan name of the original host.

Jungkook genuinely smiled while looking at the fans' concerned comments. “Thank you for your concern, I am fine. My family has a deep tradition of divination and fortune-telling, so I plan to return to my old profession: live-streamed fortune-telling.”

【Me first, me first!】

【Don't rush, I'll calculate first, calculate when Little Kook can overcome this difficulty.】

...... Jungkook spoke up to remind them, “A fortune teller does not calculate their own fate, that is the first rule. Second, the divination cannot be empty. One divination requires one Angel Halo. Sincerity brings efficacy. No negotiation.”

“If the reading is inaccurate, no payment is taken.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the comment section immediately fell silent. One Angel Halo gift converts to three thousand yuan in cash. The original host's fans were mostly students who hadn't graduated, so naturally, they couldn't afford that much money to support him.

Jungkook set the price so high partly to prevent these children from overspending, and partly to filter out people who were just asking for frivolous readings.

After a long while, the comment section started talking again.

【I'm so poor, I don't have money to support our Little Kook.】

【Me too.】

【Me too.】

Jungkook smiled slightly, staring at the screen. “Don't worry, I am an adult and financially capable. I won't starve. If you study hard and live well, that is enough for me.”

“If you want to help me, you can see if you have any relatives nearby who need fortune-telling or exorcism. Have them connect with me for a reading; that would be a great help.”

As soon as Jungkook said this, the comment section immediately erupted again. The young fans started discussing loudly who in their families needed fortune-telling.

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