The Celestial Master Adored by All After Transmigration
Han Ling was on his way to exorcise a demon when he was betrayed by a petty schemer. Unable to hold on under the ambush, he died.
But when he woke up again, he found himself lying in a strange yet spacious and opulent room.
He soon realized he had somehow taken over—or “possessed”—a body in an unfamiliar world.
This body looked almost identical to his cultivation-world self—at least eighty percent similar—and even had the same name. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he cast a soul-probing spell to sift through the original owner’s memories.
The original Han Ling was a third-generation heir of a wealthy family. However, due to his mother’s gentle nature and her early death from illness, coupled with a stepmother who showed no affection and a father who was always too busy with work to care, he grew up timid and quiet, with few friends.
For Han Ling, this made things incredibly convenient. Although his stepmother didn’t care for him, as the family’s only child she still had to bring him along to all kinds of social banquets.
And it was at one of these extravagant banquets that Han Ling found himself reliving something like his former glory days.
Before fully reclaiming his prestige, he encountered a young heir from another powerful family who had been cursed and was on the verge of death due to his frail body.
Han Ling, now a master in this strange world, stepped in and saved him.
After that, the heir—Leander—began introducing Han Ling to various jobs: rescuing the spirit of a wronged woman trapped by malicious rituals, solving problems with a cursed plot of land owned by a developer, fixing ominous issues at the opening ceremony of a film crew, and even addressing disturbances with ancestral tablets in other wealthy families.
As Han Ling and Leander worked through each case, he began to feel that everything seemed… connected.
More and more clues suggested the existence of some shadowy organization that was deliberately sabotaging the world’s feng shui—or perhaps even trying to destroy the world itself.
One night, amidst the tension, Leander’s voice was low and steady:
> “I’ve always been a gentle man. But when it comes to you… I just can’t bring myself to let go.”
Han Ling glared at him, snapping back:
> “Don’t think just because you smile so harmlessly, I’m going to believe you…”
Yet the very next second, his ears flushed red—because Leander had already taken his hand.
