Mysterious Qingwu: The Heavenly Secret Master’s Blood Talisman

As the Heavenly Secret Blood Talisman seared my palm, I was undoing the frog closures on Zhao Qingwu's qipao.

The Twin Fish Jade Pendant unearthed by the archaeological team burst into a flare of blood-red light in my hand. An identical fish-shaped birthmark appeared on the neck of Qingwu Manor's seventh-generation heir.

When the Big Dipper's markings burned into her collarbone, fragments of memory tore through my mind. Twenty years ago, my mother had sunk into an ancient well clutching this very pendant.

Those who could commune with spirits in the Celestial Gaze Realm never lived past thirty. The bronze mirror in the Zhao family ancestral hall reflected fine lines suddenly appearing at the corners of her eyes, while blood seeped from her jade pendant and hardened into ice blades as she controlled the Nine Heavens Spirit Pivot.

The secret report delivered by our mole reeked of corpses: a curse that would kill in seven days, and Soul-Eating Nails lying in wait beneath a locust-wood chest in the family forbidden grounds.

Meanwhile, my right hand was tracing the talismans on her back against my will. The moment my palm lines locked with the bronze compass, seven hundred hanging coffins rumbled in unison at Dragonbreak Cliff.

At midnight tonight, the blood moon would devour the last surviving bloodline of spirit mediums.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.