Chen Zhuo, a wild kid raised in Filth Alley, carries an ancient bronze coin stained with blood rust that nothing can wash away. He claws his way out of the muck of gambling dens, where lives are staked on a throw of the dice. When the coin grows hot, it can point to fortune or misfortune, and it also conceals a secret capable of overturning the worlds of immortals and demons. Cursing, "Damn it all," and carrying the ferocity of a street mongrel, he walks through brothers' blood and beauties' tears, tearing open the festering sores beneath the immortal sects' golden robes and shattering the throne atop the demon path's mound of white bones. A drunken, lame-legged master, a fiery knife-thrower in red, a stubborn brother who wields a heavy sword, a cool and distant saintess above the clouds... all are entangled by this coin and swept into waters where purity and corruption are impossible to tell apart. Chen Zhuo believes in neither immortals nor Buddhas, neither gods nor demons. He believes only in the coin clutched in his hand and the sound of life going on. In this world, if you want to live with dignity, you must carve out a path to freedom between immortals and demons with your bones and blood.
