Don’t Mess with That Taoist: The Ghost Generals at His Place Are Vicious

The Eclipse Moon has returned, and the laws of the world are crumbling. The Red Feather Alliance uses billions of lives as its instrument, intent on playing a song that will destroy the world.

I was forced into a pact with a young Daoist who had no spiritual power whatsoever.

I thought I'd picked up a burden that would need constant looking after.

I never expected him to be the biggest cheat of all.

The heart-corrupting demonic music carefully crafted by the Red Feather fiends? He plays a tune that's completely out of key, and it all falls apart.

The flood of filth formed at the source of the Eclipse Moon? He steps forward, and it purifies itself.

The Alliance Leader, Red Beak, goes mad and offers a sacrifice, sending the heart of the Eclipse Moon into a full-blown rampage.

I burn through my divine soul to strike one final sword blow, but he steps in front of me and gently says to the source of the apocalypse, “Stop.”

And just like that, the end of the world is over.

Later, I walk with him hand in hand across the bridges of Jiangnan and through the snows of the northern frontier.

He looks up at me and asks, “Ye Chen, what are we eating next time?”

I look at the warmth shining in his eyes and smile.

“Let's go home. I'll cook.”

“We'll eat together for the rest of our lives.”