[Mysticism with an Inception-inspired setup + plot-focused + mild horror, read with caution + not formulaic, not a feel-good power fantasy; skip it if that's not your thing]
They say occultists make a million a year.
Mu Tong, whose spiritual power was found to be exceptionally strong as a child, eagerly looked forward to graduating from college, taking over her master's Taoist temple, and beginning a life of success.
Instead, the Huaqing Society branded her a “threat to society” and put out a warrant for her arrest, sending people to hunt her down.
Before her master was shoved into a helicopter, he told her to go down the mountain and find the head of the Qing family to retrieve their heirloom.
The head of the Qing family? She knows nothing about their name, age, or gender.
How the hell is she supposed to find them?
Whatever. First she'll earn some money and keep her head down, asking around along the way!
Real-estate tycoon Qing Xiujun, who accidentally fell under a love spell cast by Mu Tong and approached her under a false identity, can get home with a snap of his fingers: “Sorry, I'm not into forced love. I'm a true romantic.”
The Huaqing Society's trump card against gigantic vengeful spirits, the beautiful, lovesick powerhouse Chao Ze: “She's one of the few people who can trade a few blows with me. It'd be a shame to kill her.”
While everyone else is sweating over Mu Tong having angered two mighty figures, the girl calmly slides her Tang sword back into its sheath. All she feels is sorrow.
The perpetrators roam free in the human world, unrepentant.
The victims can only become vengeful spirits and seek justice.
A case of school bullying and assault. A young girl falls from a building, leaving behind a strange summoning talisman. People killed by vengeful spirits in their dreams wake up only to die by suicide in bizarre circumstances. Before long, the city's suicide rate begins to climb, and suicide spreads through the population like a plague...
The ghosts of this world are nothing but pitiful souls consumed by resentment.
Hell is empty. The real demons are here among us.
