In this steel forest called "Hanhai", everyone is like an insignificant screw, and Chu Yunshen is no exception. He is an intern who works in a museum, earning a meager salary, enduring endless eye rolls and ridicules, and his life is like a pool of stagnant water.
Until that rainy night, a drop of tears mixed with humiliation and unwillingness awakened the only relic left by my grandfather - a simple writing brush named "Wanxiang".
Wherever the pen tip passes, the broken ancient objects take on a new look and the aura they contain is fully utilized; as the ink sways, lost talismans are formed out of thin air, and ghosts appear in the shadows of the city. From then on, the dust of history became his ladder to the sky, and the spiritual veins of the city turned into the scenery in his palms.
While others were still running for fame and fortune, Chu Yunshen had already used a pen to depict a brand new world for himself. From restoring cultural relics to appraising treasures and recognizing people, from cultivating immortals in the city to taking charge of everything, his life has been brilliant!
