Military King Instructor: A Greedy Fortune-Teller Woman

- Tianshi? Cultivators? Superpowered users?

No, Qu Qiyue proudly shakes her head. Those professions are too outdated. This old lady is a witch!

- What can a witch do?

- Exorcise ghosts, read feng shui, interpret dreams, divine fortunes, conduct rites for the dead, and more. As long as you can pay the price, I can invite gods from above and ask ghosts below, subdue demons and slay fiends with ease. Once the money arrives, the job is done, guaranteed to satisfy!

Shi Huarong, the most famous cold-faced deity-like officer, is even respectfully addressed as “instructor” by two-stripe and four-star figures. He was born under a lonely calamity star destiny, fated to have no children, no wife, and to die alone.

In his eyes there are no men and women, only three kinds of people: his own, enemies, and strangers, until he meets her.

Qu Qiyue is the witch inheritor from a remote county town. With a pair of true eyes, she can see through yin and yang at a glance, see a person’s fortune and wealth, and pronounce life and death with a single sentence. As long as you can pay the price, she can drive out demons, capture ghosts, and invite gods with ease.

In her eyes, people are also divided into three kinds: reliable, unreliable, and scum. He is the unreliable uncle in her eyes, and the first time they met he tricked her out of money, the second time they met he still tricked her out of money, and the third time... in short, he either cheats her money or makes her do free labor.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance. The money-loving little witch gets furious: Uncle, damn it, what do I care about your grand picture or small picture? I’m not playing along! Ghost-catching, divination, demon-subduing, and exorcism all have rules; no money, no discussion!

A certain man swore that abducting her to stay by his side was for the country, the people, and the bigger picture, and that he was teaching her earnestly with absolutely no selfish motives. But the little girl refused to appreciate it and kept going against him: he told her east, she went west; he said up, she went down. She made him lose face and embarrassed him, yet he didn’t feel angry at all. When others bullied her, he would feel distressed; when she got hurt, his heart would ache. What is going on here?

One day, a friend said: You’ve fallen!

Only then did he suddenly realize that after surviving life and death, commanding armies, and being able to go from the battlefield to the kitchen, he had actually fallen for this little girl. What should he do?

Then... keep spoiling her, of course.

But the problem is, how do you spoil her?