The Unrivaled, Womanizing Little Taoist

Ye Kai, a young Daoist from Ziyun Temple, always wore a patched robe and carried half a gourd of old wine at his waist. He spoke without a shred of seriousness and looked even less trustworthy than a street thug. But when the tomb of the capital’s richest man started giving off black smoke, ghosts wailed night after night in the Chancellor’s residence, and the imperial palace’s dragon vein dried up, everyone had to come begging at his door. Ye Kai picked up his battered compass and gnawed on a chicken leg. “This job? It’ll cost you extra!” And so, he won the hearts of three or five beautiful women while hunting demons and ghosts, and made a name for himself across the land as he solved crises and broke formations. But the words his unreliable master had left him never stopped nagging at him: “My boy, you’re destined to face nine calamities, and every one of them could cost you your life...” Ye Kai grinned. “I’m charming and invincible. Calamities? They’re just lining up to come to me!”