I died and I lived again. One second I was an unjust victim of the 996 blessing, and the next second I became a street kid in a mass grave who was scared to death by a ghost. The only relics were a few tattered secret books in his arms and an iron bar that looked like a fire stick.
They have a thunderous name - "Xuanxin Secret Record", and... Xuanyuan Sword Soul. I became the descendant of Yan Chixia in A Chinese Ghost Story.
But reality gave me a wake-up call. Although the inheritance is strong, I have no foundation at all. Even a resentful spirit can chase me and run away with my head covered. In this world where demons are rampant and wars are chaotic, carrying a heavy treasure without the ability to protect yourself is like a child carrying money through the market.
Until I saw the boundary monument of Renjia Town and the middle-aged Taoist with forehead wrinkles and an upright look on his eyebrows.
Uncle Jiu!
I know that this is my only way to survive, and it is also the best "talisman" for my amazing inheritance.
So, I knelt before him and offered all my secrets and sincerity. "Disciple Chen Fan, I admire Taoist Master, please accept me as your disciple!"
I looked at his scrutinizing eyes and had only one thought in my mind: I want to use Yan Chixia's sword to build the path of Maoshan. I want my name to resound throughout the worlds of Yin and Yang.
But I didn't know that there were thousands of years of cause and effect behind this inheritance. Deep in the underworld, my name has already been quietly added to the list of Yamas in the Ten Palaces...
