On a stormy night, an infant was abandoned in the mountains and struck by heavenly lightning ninety-nine times, yet still survived. The Old Celestial Master brought him back to Mount Longhu and raised him with great care.
Seventeen years passed in the blink of an eye.
One night, Zhang Qingxuan dreamed that he stabbed his master to death with a single sword on his wedding night, then stood with his newlywed mistress before his master’s corpse, eyes still open...
He was the most respectful disciple in the world. How could he dream of something like that?
Zhang Qingxuan went to his master for answers, only to hear:
“Disciple, you’ve mastered both Taoist arts and the sword, reaching perfection. I hereby pass the Celestial Master’s title to you! Go down the mountain and vanquish demons!”
“?”
Looking at the luggage on his back and the tightly shut gates of the Celestial Master’s mansion, Zhang Qingxuan couldn’t help but wonder.
When had he mastered both Taoist arts and the sword, let alone reached perfection?
After descending the mountain, Zhang Qingxuan was timid and cautious, walking on eggshells.
But the ferocious ghost shattered into pieces at his touch. Staring at his hands, Zhang Qingxuan finally realized... his master might not have been lying to him after all!
Timid and fearful, the characters in it are all drawn in a messy way