When the Supernatural Strikes, I Head Out of the Mountains

Being a left-path oddball sure is stressful.

I watch everyone else tame gorgeous female ghosts and sweet little fox spirits, living the good life, and I can't help but envy them.

I draw my family's Demon-Slaying Sword and examine it carefully. Mysterious patterns are engraved on its sixteen-inch blade. They say it was forged using the exact same materials and techniques as the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Sigh! This is all your fault. If you weren't so powerful, that red-clothed female ghost from last time would have become my ghost servant."

"For the sake of a happy life in the future, I'll never use you to fight ghosts again."

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