"Big Boss! Please have mercy with your words!" Feng Shui master Qiao Guanglan excels in his craft with unmatched skills and striking looks—mastering dragon-seeking, tomb selection, demon-catching, and fortune-telling. His only flaw? A razor-sharp tongue. A delicate white lily seeking a love talisman: "Even though he already has a wife and child, I still can't forget him..." Qiao Guanglan: "Don’t worry, just hold on a little longer. Once he's dead, you won’t remember even if you try." The city’s richest man inviting him to perform at a birthday banquet: "I'm getting old, and I only celebrate one birthday a year..." Qiao Guanglan: "Who doesn’t celebrate just one birthday a year? I’m not old, but I’ve never had two either." A blind date at dinner: "The flaky pancakes at this restaurant aren’t authentic—too few layers." Qiao Guanglan: "See that 30-story office building across the street? If you want more layers, go gnaw on that." ...And thus, he remains single to this day. Everyone: "Master Qiao, don’t you know that talking like this will get you struck by lightning someday?" Qiao Guanglan scoffs: "Bring it on!" Then—out of nowhere—a bolt of lightning strikes Qiao the Cynic right on the forehead, and... he transmigrates prematurely. Rumor has it he can only return home by gathering nine unlucky souls. This is the story of a Feng Shui master who roasts heaven, earth, and everything in between, transmigrating across different worlds to revive his old trade—saving the unlucky and redeeming karma to get back home.