(An unconventional Daoist story, so don’t take it too seriously + lots of original worldbuilding + action + light yuri elements + not an invincible protagonist)
The blood moon hangs overhead, and raven feathers darken the sky. As a rift tears open the veil between the netherworld and the mortal realm, only the Lantern Bearer can guide the dead back to where they belong.
In a rotting wooden wardrobe, the last trace of a living person’s warmth curls into a ball. The girl’s nails dig deep into her palms. The rust-red crescent moon shines through the window lattice, branding spiderweb-shaped bloodstains onto her trembling back.
The man-eating legends are creeping between her fingers: scratching sounds from inside the wardrobe at midnight, a ghost in the mirror smiling with its back to her, and the dragging footsteps outside the door... Are those really her mother’s embroidered shoes?
Creak...
A sliver of light spills through the wardrobe door. Reflected in the girl’s pupils is a figure in an ink-black Daoist robe, with tattered talismans glowing like fireflies at the visitor’s sleeve.
The young Daoist, who calls herself Shi Muyao, stands silhouetted against the light. Her left hand, wrapped in vermilion-thread charms, grips half of a peachwood sword, while her right hand holds out an osmanthus cake.
“Want to know what happened?” She bites through the yellow talisman between her teeth, smiling faintly amid the curling smoke. “There are more than just three demons in this house.”
When the copper bell shatters the stillness of midnight, perhaps the netherworld has already quietly arrived.
The first few chapters might be a bit cheesy, and the battle descriptions aren't great, but it gets better later on.
That's very lifelike.