At Eighteen, I Become a Celestial Master. My First Move Is a Forbidden Spell

One day, Grandpa told me, “You've enjoyed the honors. Now you must shoulder the responsibilities that come with them.” On Gao Zijings's eighteenth birthday, the gates of the underworld swung wide open. A crimson night blotted out the sky, and countless ghosts roamed the land. The living suffered, and the carnage was unbearable. With a casual flick, I cast a lightning talisman that even the evil spirits couldn't withstand. They yelled in fury, “You brat, have some honor! You open with a forbidden technique the moment the fight starts!” “What forbidden technique? I learned this from a book!”