I’m Lin Chen, the orthodox heir to Maoshan.
The day I descend the mountain, I’m bound to the [Orthodox Maoshan Demon-Slaying System].
The System is proper, the Taoist arts are proper, the missions are proper, and the rewards are all top-tier Maoshan secret arts.
The only problem is that I’m a born comedian, down to my DNA.
Others catch ghosts by burning incense, drawing talismans, and chanting spells, with an imposing aura to match.
I catch ghosts by chatting, heckling, and delivering razor-sharp roasts until they’re completely rattled.
Vicious ghost: “I’m here to claim your life!”
Lin Chen gives it a sidelong look. “State your cause of death, then take a number and wait your turn. No cutting in line and disrupting public order.”
System: [Host has dispelled evil with words, causing resentment to dissipate. Reward: Supreme Clarity Five Thunder Talisman]
The System crashes. “I’m a respectable Maoshan System! Please, just be a proper Taoist!”
Lin Chen shrugs. “As long as the Taoist arts get the job done, having fun catching ghosts is what matters.”
From then on, the underworld is full of ghosts lining up to be reincarnated,
while the human world gains Maoshan’s most irreverent orthodox heir.
System: ...I never should have bound myself to you.
