In the modern age, the myriad arts have fallen into decline, and most records from antiquity have been lost. Humanity has grown increasingly helpless in dealing with supernatural incidents. Priests, cultivators, and yin-yang masters have merged into exorcists.
Viruses, monsters, ruins, ancient tombs, ghosts, vengeful spirits, zombies, even ancient gods beyond human comprehension, and evil transmigrators from countless other planes...
Shang Buhuan inherited the legacy and will of the Covenant, along with countless strange arts and arcane techniques long since lost to history. They were the heritage of antiquity, the glory and splendor of humanity in ages past.
The Water-Inquiring Art, the Divine Mind Technique, the Sword Intent of the Great Void, the Demonic Guide to Breaking Night, the Divine Sword's True Art for Commanding Thunder, the Record of Profound Mysteries and Heavenly Secrets, the Taiji Wandering Dragon Step, the Myriad Gods' Calamity...
But he doesn't care about any of that stuff that sounds so chuunibyou.
All he cares about is when his plain-faced senior disciple, who comes with a permanent invisibility buff, will finally graduate; when Shionji, the NEET detective who does nothing but make sarcastic, poisonous remarks, will finally shut up; and whether Chino, a little girl who can't even act cute, can properly shoulder the duty of guiding the dead to the afterlife...
This sect really feels like it's doomed.
(This book is also known as The War God Disciples and Their Illiterate Master.)
I seek no shelter from the wind and rain, only smile that the Peach Blossom Spring is no dream.
