[“Just asking—do streamers really do fortune-telling?”]
In a livestream room called “Mountain God Fortune-Telling”, only a few viewers were scattered around.
Ye Zhishu sat quietly in front of the screen, her slender fingers holding a brush as she drew something on yellow talisman paper.
Noticing the chat messages, she paused, looked up, and her delicate face was fully revealed to the camera—especially her fox-like eyes, clear and expressive, with slightly upturned corners giving off a sharp, alluring charm.
Her lips were lightly tinted, giving her a touch of approachability. It was a face untouched by makeup, pure and striking.
“Sure! I can do divination, fortune-telling, home protection, exorcism, and curse removal. Click the follow button in the top-left corner and light up the little heart to get a free reading,” she said.
Ye Zhishu raised her hand and pointed to the top-left corner.
It was her first livestream, so she wasn’t very experienced.
The moment she finished speaking, the three viewers in the room suddenly dropped to zero.
Ye Zhishu: …
Well, every beginning is hard. No big deal—she absolutely wouldn’t buy fake viewers!
After all, the original owner of this body hadn’t brought much money when kicked out of the Ye family. Even her bank cards had been frozen. No wonder she had once been desperate enough to want to die.
Yes.
Ye Zhishu wasn’t originally from this world. She had been the head of the foremost mystical sect on Xuanying Continent, strong-willed, unruly, and reckless. During a battle for rare treasures, she had been ambushed by a group of old masters and self-destructed her soul, dying together with them.
Her soul should have been completely destroyed—but unexpectedly, she opened her eyes again, waking up as the original owner with the same name.
And she was lying in a bathtub stained with blood.
Looking down at the scar hidden under her sleeve, a long, raw-looking wound, only recently healed, she could still see the slightly exposed flesh. The original owner had cut it herself.
At the same time, two memories that weren’t her own appeared in her mind.
It turned out…
She had transmigrated into a book called “The Slightly Sweet Actress”.
The novel’s female lead was Ye Wanqing.
Ye Wanqing was from a wealthy family, loved by her parents, with a cute younger brother and a happy life. At twenty-two, she won an international piano competition and, with her bright, sweet smile in a photo, was recruited by an entertainment company—propelling her to a career in acting. After many hardships, she eventually became the youngest top actress in the history of Daxia.
Coincidentally, the original owner of Ye Zhishu’s body was Ye Wanqing’s older half-sister, the one the novel described as a minor character.
In the book, the original owner died before the female lead became famous, a passing mention describing her death as an accident—cementing her tragic fate.
Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Ye Zhishu’s eyes.
Could such a person truly be the protagonist? Allowed to enjoy the life that had been stolen from her by a stepmother and her daughter, with no remorse at all?
If she were really the main character, Ye Zhishu thought, heaven must be blind!
“Exactly!”
Sensing Ye Zhishu’s mood, a mechanical voice sounded in her ear.
Ye Zhishu blinked, glanced at the livestream, and said flatly, “Shut up.”
“Oh.”
She picked up her brush to continue drawing talismans.
Suddenly, the livestream screen split into two. A stranger’s voice came over.
“Guys, let’s see which streamer we’re going to PK this time.”
“Mountain God of Qingming? I’m more like the God of Akina!”
“Whoa! The network lagged just now… but this girl is actually so cute?!”
“Can I take back what I said earlier? I really like this one. Mountain God girl, do fortune-telling! How about giving the brother a reading?”
“Little sister, are you over eighteen?”
The livestream froze for a moment.
When the audience first saw the streamer’s name, they frowned. Who was this trickster? With no followers, just coming here to scam viewers?
Next moment, Ye Zhishu appeared on screen.
The viewers went silent.
This girl… was surprisingly attractive.
The original owner had mostly inherited her mother’s looks: a small, delicate oval face, clean almond-shaped eyes, long eyelashes, and fair, jade-like skin.
After Ye Zhishu entered the body, she added a crisp, commanding aura, making her feel like someone not to be trifled with.
Her simple white T-shirt and black pants somehow only added to her charm.
Li Hui, the streamer who had been expecting a normal PK, froze at first sight of her. His frustration at losing viewers quickly faded. When faced with a beautiful girl, anyone would unconsciously be more lenient.
Three months ago, Li Hui had just under 500,000 fans. A month later, he still hadn’t crossed the half-million mark.
So he devised a plan: night-time exploration of Fengmen Village, fully livestreamed.
Ordinary haunted-house exploration, fake ghosts scaring staff, etc., no longer satisfied this generation of thrill-seekers. To attract viewers, it had to be scarier, more sensational!
But plans rarely survive contact with reality.
Due to heavy rain the night before, the mountain roads were impassable. Li Hui had no choice but to stay in a nearby village until daylight the next day.
The promised night-time exploration naturally couldn’t happen, leading to this PK livestream instead.
“Hello, little Mountain God girl!”
Li Hui’s sharp eyes immediately noticed that this girl didn’t use any filters—pure, unaltered beauty.
Anyone facing a beautiful girl would unconsciously relax a bit.
Li Hui put on a self-assured smile, his tone playful. A girl of this age having a bit of a “chuunibyou” phase was normal.
“Hello,” Ye Zhishu replied, inexperienced at livestreaming. Seeing Li Hui, she paused for a moment, then reacted.
Her gaze swept over Li Hui’s face.
He had a standard square-shaped face, full forehead, straight nose, and thick lips. From his features, Ye Zhishu could tell he was bold and honest—destined for a comfortable life.
Yet his forehead had an unusually bright red spot, as if bruised or allergic.
Ye Zhishu saw clearly—it was a bad omen, and Li Hui would face a major calamity soon. Unfortunately, this world had no spiritual energy, so she couldn’t determine the exact details of his fate.
Suddenly!
Ye Zhishu felt her left wrist, where the greenish Mountain God Seal rested, heat up sharply. A bright light flashed, and two lines of transparent golden characters appeared above Li Hui’s forehead:
Name: Li Hui
Fated Calamity: 1 (August 29, 2025, 23:04, will be attacked and killed)
Ye Zhishu arched an eyebrow.
This blasted Mountain God Seal… it was actually kind of useful.
“That’s it!”
The mechanical voice sounded again, annoyingly arrogant. Ye Zhishu thought: a little noisy, but manageable.
The Mountain God Seal had automatically bonded to her after entering the original owner’s body.