After eighteen years of secluded cultivation, I came down from the mountain at my master's command to pursue my studies.
I thought the Daoist arts had fallen into decline in modern society, but as soon as I boarded the high-speed train, an internet celebrity livestreaming on the spot started giving me a hard time.
“Little Daoist, why not show us the Five Thunder Rites?”
I formed a hand seal and summoned heavenly lightning to scorch her phone. The livestream chat exploded.
Then I turned around and saw the campus belle crouching on the platform, crying. “Master, there's something evil in my house...”
That night, I held a paper doll and forced a vengeful ghost out of hiding. Suddenly, police sirens blared outside the window.
“Whoever's inside, listen up! You're suspected of promoting feudal superstition, ”
Before he could finish, my academic advisor came rushing in, nearly crawling. “Don't arrest him, sir! He's our newly hired professor of metaphysics!”
