The Young Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain Descends to the City, and Every Evil Spirit Falls to Its Knees

Dragon-Tiger Mountain is in an uproar! The moment 20-year-old Nan Xun puts on the Celestial Master's crown, his seniority is enough to make all the mountain's elders bow. He then stuffs talismans into his bag, slings a peachwood sword over his shoulder, and heads down the mountain to face his trials. As soon as he reaches the city, he crushes a reckless rich kid's luxury car into the asphalt, leaving its furious owner unable to move a muscle.

A century-old vengeful ghost haunts the old building he rents? He can't be bothered to chant a spell. One warding talisman is all it takes to pin the ghost down and make it howl for its parents. The commotion gets captured on the neighboring livestreamer's broadcast, and the hashtag “Little Celestial Master of Dragon-Tiger Mountain” goes so viral that it crashes the servers. From then on, trouble comes knocking: when a wealthy family's child spirit turns on them, he draws and slaps on a talisman to subdue it; when a business tycoon is cursed with a malign ritual, he follows the clues to expose the culprit, shatters their compass with a flick of his finger, and argues them into kneeling and apologizing.

An occult family refuses to accept defeat and sets up a yin-yang formation to make things difficult for him? He pulls out a mountain-guarding stone he casually picked up at Dragon-Tiger Mountain and throws it at the formation, blowing up its core. In front of everyone, he also exposes how they keep up appearances by stealing artifacts from ancient tombs. When foreign evil cultivators dare to destroy the dragon vein, he takes two young disciples to the roof of a skyscraper, sets up a Big Dipper formation to draw in Dragon-Tiger Mountain's spiritual energy, and cleaves the cultivators' magical artifact in half with one sword strike, sending them fleeing from the city in a panic.

Other people enter the world to face tribulations. Nan Xun comes to the city for a “spring cleaning”: after catching ghosts, he drinks a bowl of sweet porridge; after driving off evil cultivators, he buys a skewer of candied hawthorn. Whether you're an old occult-world monster or a ruthless foreign villain, if you dare block his way, he'll slap you with a talisman and poke you in the rear with his peachwood sword. His seniority and strength speak for themselves. Before him, evil spirits and troublemakers have no choice but to kneel!