Du Muzhi spent ten years begging in the mortal realm. Every year during the Qingming season, when yin energy was strongest, he would attract countless ghosts that gnawed at him.
> Immortal Venerable Qingyu took pity on him and casually brought him back to the sect as a cleaning disciple.
> Who knew that on Du Muzhi's very first day there, his Qingming Spirit Body would awaken, causing the spiritual energy throughout the entire Xinglin Immortal Sect to surge threefold?
> The Elder of the Pill Pavilion hugged him and showered him with kisses. "Good boy, you can have this batch of Nine-Turn Golden Pills as candy!"
> The head of Sword Peak put his immortal sword in his hands. "Anyone who dares hurt you will have to answer to my sword first!"
> The Master of the Talisman Pavilion drew three thousand protective charms overnight. "Cover yourself in them! Don't leave out a single one!"
> Then the war between immortals and demons broke out, and corruption qi swallowed the sky and devoured the earth.
> Du Muzhi stood in the Qingming rain and gently raised his hand. Behind him, thousands of Immortal Venerables formed hand seals in unison:
> "Don't be afraid. This time, we'll protect you as you purify the world."
> It turned out that the nursery rhyme passed down for a thousand years had never been about a season. It had always been about his name.
Still good, suitable for quiet viewing