The air conditioner's outdoor unit in Dorm 7, Room 403, West District, hummed, yet it couldn't dispel the sweet, yet dangerous, musk that permeated the air. This scent of a thousand-year-old fox demon, like invisible threads, coiled around the man dressed in black, drawing him into a deadly temptation. "Stop!" A sharp cry, like thunder, boomed out. Mr. Yong strode forward, mistakenly taking *her*—the Mystic Arts Ancestor who had just returned from the Immortal Realm—for yet another charlatan posing as a spiritual master. The Spirit-binding Rope pulsed restlessly at her fingertips, its golden glow flickering faintly, yet her gaze was fixed intently on the space beside Mr. Yong. "In this world… there can be a male fox spirit this handsome?" Her voice was as soft as a sigh, a rare flash of stunning admiration in her eyes. The next instant, with a flick of her finger, a dazzling golden barrier instantly unfolded, firmly trapping the malevolent thousand-year-old fox demon. It barely had time to let out an unwilling shriek before vanishing into thin air. "You… you *really* caught that evil spirit?" Team Member Zhang Zhili of the Special Affairs Bureau stared, dumbfounded, his voice thick with disbelief. She nonchalantly brushed her sleeve, as if she had merely swatted a fly, her mind already drifting elsewhere—to the dilapidated Guiyuan Temple, and how she could restore it to its former glory. Just as she was calculating how many spirit stones it would take to replace the roof tiles, Mr. Yong approached. His tone was polite, but a hint of scrutiny remained in his eyes: "I've heard of your remarkable abilities, Master. I wonder if you could resolve the 'White Tiger Sha' plaguing the Silverlight Building?" She raised an eyebrow and stated unequivocally, "Three million." Mr. Yong's assistants exchanged glances, the price sounding like an outrageous demand. However, what shocked them even more was her proposed method of dispelling the evil: "A rooster over three years old, and a pot of virgin boy's urine. Walk around the building, and every time the rooster crows, sprinkle a little." The assistants' faces turned ashen, yet they dared not disobey, steeling themselves to follow the instructions. Their disheveled appearance drew whispers and murmurs from the onlookers. The rooster struggled in their hands, the virgin boy's urine splattered messily, yet the evil aura showed no signs of diminishing. She couldn't stand it any longer. She gracefully took the rooster and the "holy water." In her hands, the rooster was as docile as a chick. A clear, resonant crow pierced the sky, and golden runes flowed from her fingertips, adhering to the water droplets. In an instant, the evil aura shrouding the Silverlight Building was completely washed away, leaving it sparkling clean. With three million in the bank, Guiyuan Temple finally had the capital to make a comeback. She stood before the dilapidated temple gates, full of ambition, pointing at the plaque: "The revival of Guiyuan Temple is within reach!" Not far away, Nan Qi and several other Mystic Arts disciples scoffed, their harsh jeers carried on the wind: "That rundown Guiyuan Temple, so poor it doesn't even have a mouse, dreaming of entering the Special Affairs Bureau's selection? What a delusion!" They didn't know that this seemingly carefree Little Ancestor, carrying the glory of the Immortal Realm and the essence of the mortal world, had quietly returned. A revolution, poised to overturn the Mystic Arts world, had just begun. 元酒三百年前渡劫失败苏醒，发现归元观仅剩徒孙南巢且负债三亿。为还债飞升，她靠玄学本事接单赚钱。最终治好雍长殊旧伤获两亿报酬，联手击败邪师暴露“小祖宗”身份，债清后携雍长殊功德圆满飞升仙界。