I'm Zhang Qingxuan, the most invincible person in my Taoist temple.
On my first day down the mountain, I ran into a thousand-year-old vengeful ghost. It bared its fangs and claws, but I calmly pulled out my phone. “Hey, Lao Zhong, are you guys in the Underworld still doing your annual reviews or not?”
The ghost was dumbstruck, and everyone watching was stunned.
I casually helped a water ghost pass on, and even helped the Underworld sort out its civil service staffing problems.
I thought I could become an immortal with ease once I built up enough merit. Who knew that an old ancestor in Heaven would suddenly call?
“Qingxuan, you’ve got enough merit, but you’ll have to face the tribulation yourself. Your connections in the Celestial Court are too powerful, so the Jade Emperor says he has to ‘avoid any appearance of favoritism’!”
I gazed at the rolling thunder in the sky and fell into deep thought...
