The Demonic and Supernatural Records

The Book of All Spirits is shattered, and the Daoist sects are in decline.

My sharp-tongued master drags me down the mountain: “Come on. We’re finding homes for those homeless ‘beings.’”

In the Qingzhou case, a spider demon everyone wants dead winds a silver thread around my palm: “Little Daoist, do you believe me?”

On the banks of the Yuan River, a destitute river god on the verge of vanishing seals a vow with me in a high five: “Lend me your wind and rain, and I’ll protect my mountains and rivers.”

In Niangxi City, a wine cup that has intoxicated the whole city takes human form in my book: “So… this is what it means to ‘understand.’”

The enemies of my sect sneer: “A pact is nothing but a shackle weaklings use to comfort themselves!”

I don’t argue. I simply open that blank book.

Spider silk descends, river waves surge, and the moonlight in the cup shines down. Behind me, countless spirits take form and answer in unison:

“We all obey the decree of Qingwei!”