My master and I were both only half-trained Maoshan Taoists. Because we stuck our noses into other people’s business, my master died at the hands of a Gu cultivator, and I was left on the brink of death. With help from a mysterious jade pendant left behind by the parents I had never met, I became a Gu cultivator.
To uncover the mystery of my origins and find my parents, I traveled far and wide. Evil arts like curse magic and corpse-driving from western Hunan appeared one after another. In the end, though, their ill-gotten gains became the means by which I saved lives, while their corpses became a tasty meal for my life-bound Gu.
