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Chuzheng had done such a big thing that it had scared Princess Consort Cheng and Cheng Xiao quite a bit.

Lv Zhu was also frightened.

Originally, she thought that her mistress had left the estate to discuss entering the palace with Young Master Ye, but she didn’t mention this matter at all.

After staying at the Embroidered Brocade Pavilion for a while, she headed back to the estate.

Now, coming back like this…

What exactly is going on with the mistress?

Afterwards, Princess Consort Cheng brought people over to pick a fight, but they were sent packing by Chuzheng.

This made Princess Consort Cheng furious, and she kept saying that she was possessed.

A few Taoists were summoned to perform rituals at the entrance of Chuzheng’s courtyard.

Chuzheng leaned against the door, watching the Taoists perform their ritual dance with an expressionless face.

The Taoist dressed in a Taoist robe, about forty years old with a flowing beard, now stood in front of the incense table, shouting and chanting for quite a while.

The Peach Wood Sword was wielded quite impressively, and could even breathe fire, which shocked Princess Consort Cheng and the others watching from outside.

Boring.

“The circus would suit you better,”

Chuzheng dropped this remark and slammed the courtyard door shut with a bang.

The Taoist was drinking talisman water when he heard Chuzheng’s words. He swallowed it down in one gulp, choking and coughing violently.

“Taoist master, Taoist master, what… what’s going on with her?” asked a nervous Princess Consort Cheng.

How come there’s no reaction at all.

“This… cough cough…” The Taoist choked to death, wanting to vomit but not daring to do so in front of his major patron. He just swallowed his discomfort.

With a stern face, the Taoist lowered his voice, “This demon is very cunning. I just clashed with her, and I didn’t expect to be found out. She has taken control of the young lady’s body…”

Princess Consort Cheng’s face changed immediately.

The Taoist touched his fake beard, finding one side of the beard coming off, hurriedly pressed it back down, and didn’t dare to touch it again.

“Cough cough, Princess Consort need not worry. With my ritual, I shall surely capture this demon! And restore the young lady to normal!”

Upon hearing this, Princess Consort Cheng’s expression relaxed slightly, “Then I’ll have to trouble you, Taoist master.”

“Of course, of course.”

The Taoist, citing a secret technique that mustn’t be seen by outsiders as an excuse, asked Princess Consort Cheng and the others to leave.

But to convince them, the Taoist had to shout loudly.

A stick flew out of the courtyard, striking the Taoist directly on the forehead.

The Taoist collapsed to the ground.

Covering the swelling on his forehead, he was so angry that his beard nearly fell off.

After sticking his beard back on, he got up and continued his bizarre chanting.

A stone then flew out of the courtyard.

The Taoist was dodging, with moves like the “White Crane Spreading Wings” and the “Black Tiger Stealing Hearts,” I dodge, I dodge, I dodge more…

The courtyard door creaked open, and Chuzheng came out with a kick that landed on the “Flying Dragon Soaring in the Sky” Taoist.

The Taoist thudded to the ground.

The young girl, arms folded, looked down at him, “Are you done yet?”

The Taoist lay on the ground, “Miss, it’s not easy for me to scam some money, and it’s one thing for you to take over someone else’s body, but why do you have to cut off my livelihood?”

Chuzheng: “…”

So you’re a charlatan, huh?

How can you say things like that?

Could it be that I’ve been caught by a ghost?

The Bastard didn’t tell me that this realm was so dangerous!

“I don’t care what you plan to do, but can you please not interfere with my scamming money?!” The Taoist put his hands together in prayer, “Please show mercy, let’s not infringe upon each other’s territory.”

“How do you know?”

The Taoist raised an eyebrow, half his beard hanging off the corner of his mouth.

Chuzheng, observing his expression, surmised that he might have just been guessing and wasn’t sure until now.

But now she had admitted it.

Of course, she wasn’t worried.

The Taoist, with a shifty look, readjusted his beard and twiddled his fingers before Chuzheng.

Chuzheng threw some silver his way.

“Right, when Prince Cheng was still here, I did a reading for you. It wasn’t like this. My master said, a person’s fate doesn’t change much. No matter what happens in between, the ending remains the same. But today, after I calculated it, your fate is incredible.”

Calculated it?

Some Taoists really do have skills, their predictions are extremely accurate.

But…

Spotting that she wasn’t the original owner at first glance, wasn’t that a bit too impressive?

“Bastard, could he also be one of your hosts?”

[Miss, he’s a native born and bred.] The King’s Account paused, [This person has some magical prowess. In the Cultivation World, he would be a lucky find contended over by major powers, full of oddities and wonders across various worlds.]

Bastard was sure this Taoist didn’t show any abnormalities.

He was indeed a person from this world.

Just a bit too impressive, a little ‘out of the ordinary,’ and perhaps… a bit crooked.

Chuzheng, with a cold face, asked the Taoist, “How incredible is it?”

The Taoist, shaking his head, replied, “I cannot say, I cannot say, the secrets of heaven must not be revealed.”

Chuzheng continued to take out a bag of silver.

Upon hearing the clinking of silver, the Taoist coughed twice, “Among people, you pick the best, a splendid future awaits you, you have a noble destiny incomparable to others…”

The Taoist flattered her with a flurry of exaggerated praise.

If it weren’t for certain things he shouldn’t recklessly talk about, he would probably be saying that Chuzheng’s rise to power and seizing the throne weren’t far off.

But nothing he said was actually useful.

“Don’t you think I’m a demon?” In this era, body-snatching was something attributed to ghosts and spirits and was a major taboo.

“Only troublemakers are called demons, your fate is far from that of a demon.” The Taoist continued to flatter.

Chuzheng: “…”

I’m almost convinced I’m a good person.

The Taoist took the silver from Chuzheng’s hand, chuckling as he pocketed it, then suddenly sang out loud again.

“People are listening outside.” He explained to Chuzheng after finishing his song.

Chuzheng: “…”

Quite professional indeed.

“You’re skilled, why be a swindler?” Isn’t it good enough to be a proper Taoist?

The Taoist said with a troubled frown, “If I show my real skills, I’ll be taken to the palace, and who can come out after entering the palace? No, that won’t do. Therefore, I can only be a swindler, compelled by life’s demands.”

Chuzheng: “…”

Is this how your faux Taoist persona came to be?

Truly a genius as the Bastard described.

The reasoning to pretend to be a fake Taoist is so refreshingly unique.

You deserve a place in the hall of pretentious masters, definitely have to be included!

Chuzheng calmly looked into the distance, “I’ll give you five hundred taels, you help me with something.”

Five hundred taels!

The eyes of the Taoist suddenly lit up.

That’s a big deal! Much more than earning money by playing the shaman here!

“Speak.”

After Chuzheng had told him, the Taoist made faces, “These five hundred taels won’t do, your matter is quite significant, I could get into trouble if things go south.”

“How much do you want.”

The Taoist stretched out a finger, “This much.”

“One thousand taels?”

The Taoist nodded.

“Deal.”

The Taoist chuckled as he skipped around, fooling the people outside before bouncing back in front of Chuzheng.

“I see you’re quite the bad one.”

“I am a good person.” You were just praising me! Now you’re calling me bad, what’s the meaning of this!!

…” The Taoist nodded repeatedly, “Good person, good person, you are a good person.”

Everyone with money is a good person.

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Some Taoists are indeed very powerful.

However, everything above is pure fiction written by the author, please don’t take it seriously.

Novels are meant for entertainment, and any unreasonable or illogical plot points serve the purpose of entertaining the story.

Let’s all be well, and give me a pass.