[Supernatural, comedy, scheming, irreverent, no System, underworld deities, ghosts and monsters, Five Immortals, Taoist arts...] On the fifteenth night of the seventh lunar month, a blood moon hangs overhead as a hundred ghosts wail. Yin and yang blur, disaster and evil spirits gather, and an ominous fetus lies within me, with the Five Poisons clinging to my body... Yet somehow, I’ve become such an irreverent rogue that even ghosts and monsters want to run when they see me, and the Ninth Master, whom even underworld deities would rather give a wide berth.
