There’s a Little Shop in the Underworld

A widow made life miserable for three generations of my family. My father was skinned by a weasel spirit, and my grandfather had his innards eaten clean. I became the Chen family's only surviving heir. The head of Jiuding Tiecha Mountain refused to let the matter rest, swearing to skin me and drink my blood. Seeing how pitiful I was, Granny Liao tried to hide me with a secret corpse-oil technique. But the Huang family had eyes and ears everywhere. Under their relentless pressure, she sent me to cultivate at Qingfeng Temple instead. The temple's master laid down three strict rules: before adulthood, I must never visit a grave, I must wear my shoes backward when I go out, and I must sleep pretending to be a young attendant of the Three Pure Ones. All these strange measures were meant to keep me alive...