MTL - I Was a Top Student In Conan, But I Was Actually An Onmyoji - Chapter 377

Fortune Telling, a mysterious technique, can also be said dangerous because it can change the catastrophe and make it auspicious…

Teacher: Don’t give me these useless papers to me, have you finished answering your test paper?
Lin Qingyin took out a tortoiseshell: Teacher, can I use divination to get the answer?

Lin Qingyin, the master of fortune-telling, didn’t succeed in the Thunder Tribulation when she tried to ascend. When she woke up again, she became a high school student. Lin Qingyin, who was not afraid of Thunder Tribulation, looked at the thick test paper in front of her and shivered. Only a thousand years had passed, how could the world become so scary!

Ye Xuan was transmigrated to the Qingyun Sect and became the youngest elder. At the same time, he had also received the 10000x Disciple Cashback System.

From a young maid to a previous noble lady and the demonic empress, he accepted all of them as his disciples.

No matter what he gifted and taught his disciples, he would receive the same thing back in 10000 folds.

“Ding! You have given your disciple a low-grade Nirvana Pill. You have been rewarded with the Heaven Path Pill.”

“Ding! You have given your disciple the Sky Blazing Sword. You have been rewarded with the ancient divine sword, God Slayer.”

“Ding! Your disciple’s cultivation has increased by a year. You have been rewarded with 10000 years worth of cultivation.”

Ye Xuan continued to accept more disciples until one day, one of his disciples, the empress, exposed his identity.

It was then that the world learned of a person who was the strongest.

Death, Depression, Poverty, Love issues – all things that a 27-year no-name writer faces.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”