Chen Jiuyang, a junior constable in the Bone Refining Realm, wakes to find himself a condemned prisoner awaiting execution.
The 150,000 taels of tribute silver entrusted to his third uncle vanished mysteriously in Blackwind Gorge. Demonic winds raged, explosions sent water surging skyward, and every clue pointed to a 'flood dragon at work.'
In three days, he will be executed. All the men in his family will be exiled to the southern wastes, and the women will be sent to the entertainment quarters.
At the brink of despair, his investigative instincts from a past life awaken.
The timing of the demonic winds, the chemical traces left by the water explosion, the precise plunge of the cart carrying the scattered silver... Every overlooked detail in the case files rearranges itself in his mind.
'This wasn't the work of a monster. It was a carefully planned disaster caused by human hands!'
While everyone else hunts the monster, he pieces together the clues in his prison cell. Drawing on knowledge from his past life, he recreates counterfeit silver that 'explodes on contact with water' and exposes a breathtaking fraud that stole the real silver and replaced it with fakes.
The Night Patrol Office's deputy commander breaks the rules for him. A prodigy from the Directorate of Astronomy takes an interest in him, while the true mastermind continues to smirk in the shadows.
From condemned prisoner to undercover agent for the Night Patrol Office, from a low-ranking constable in a border town to the head of the Demon-Slaying Bureau.
Chen Jiuyang gradually discovers that the so-called 'demons' of this world are far more complicated than the case files suggest.
The powerful use demonic arts for profit, the court exploits demon cases in its factional struggles, and the border forces use demonic calamities to train their troops.
The only thing he can trust is the blade he carried out of the death cell, a weapon that slays the 'demons of the human heart.'
'Sir, the case file says a black flood dragon caused the waves.'
Chen Jiuyang runs his fingers along the blade and looks up toward the shadows.
'But the culprit I found is in the imperial court.'
It's so beautiful, come on