[Xuanhuan] [Mystery] [Cultivation] [Little kid] [Eastern Xuanhuan]
The poorest immortal sect, the toughest mission.
Ji Yunxuan, kicked down the mountain by Master Qingyun with shameless confidence, was feeling miserable:
How had the cost of diapers and formula for his little junior sister Yunbao become the “trial” of a sixth senior brother like him?
Armed with a shoddy safety charm his master had casually tossed him and a “protective pebble” secretly slipped to him by his three-and-a-half-year-old junior sister, the young disciple of Xuanqing Temple had just stepped into Nandu No. 1 High School
The principal hanging upside down! Blood writing covering the halls! A death curse ringing out in a shrill voice!
In his pocket, Yunbao’s little stone suddenly grew hot and whispered:
“Senior Brother! The bad crow says you’re going to die three times tonight, ”
Deadly danger erupted in an instant! Ghostly shadows in the morgue at midnight, corpse-poison fangs emerging from the ground, the crimson blood crow’s death curse…
The demon-subduing secrets of Qingyun Mountain? They’re so poor, all they have left is a copper nut!
The safety charm was cold as iron. Only the unremarkable, antique ring offered a faint glimmer of hope at the brink of death. Could it reverse death? Was he reborn? Or was this an even deeper trap?
