I Guarded the Mortal Realm for a Hundred Years, and You Call Me a Feudal Superstition?

Lin Yue inherited the old Celestial Master’s last wish and settled at the Temple of the Heavenly Dao. For decades, he single-handedly suppressed demons at the convergence of the dragon veins, silently protecting humanity.

But who would have thought that he’d be cursed and reviled as a stubborn holdout, have his temple forcibly demolished, and even be stripped of his Daoist status for promoting feudal superstition?

When the demons emerged, countless people fell to their knees and begged for help.

Lin Yue merely smiled. “Weren’t you willing to trade your lives for money? Well, I’ll grant your wish!”