In the last three months of my senior year, my world cracked open.
The baby crying in the girls' bathroom at midnight was real. The ghostly shadow crawling out of the wall was real. Even my mom "sewing clothes" at thin air was real.
Then transfer student Lu Yunzhou tore the truth wide open:
"Your Lin family is the last bloodline of Nuwa."
"Your dad didn't go missing seven years ago. He sealed the thing beneath the school with his own body."
"And now, it's your turn."
I looked down at the exam pen I'd used to grind through practice tests for three years. It was glowing.
My mom said in a trembling voice, "That's the Sky-Mending Pen... Your dad left it for you."
From then on, my daily life went completely off the rails:
Other people drive out ghosts with peachwood swords. I draw sealing arrays with the Pythagorean theorem.
Vengeful spirits line up for tutoring: "Can't solve this problem? I'll teach you, then you can rest in peace."
I even picked up a Qing dynasty ghost girl as my best friend and adopted a haughty fox spirit as a pet.
Then the Pactbreakers came knocking:
"We need your blood to open the Gate of the Pact."
"Beyond that gate is your father, and the end of the world."
I gripped the Sky-Mending Pen and looked at the spirit friends waiting behind me to be saved, along with my unfinished college entrance exam.
Suddenly, I smiled:
"All right, then let's see..."
"What's faster, your schemes or my speed at building up favorability!"
✨ Warm and healing · Modern cultivation · Episodic stories
Every ghost has a story, and every act of redemption is a chance to grow
