The day I transmigrated into the body of a novice Taoist priest, my master was using me as bait to fish for a river ghost.
I watched helplessly as I was dragged into the icy depths. As I teetered on the brink of death, the seal inside me shattered.
It turned out that this body housed the Evil Lord of Fengdu, who had once devoured countless ghosts.
From then on, I cultivated by devouring all kinds of ghosts and monsters, advancing at an astonishing pace.
Until one day, my master led me into a sacred site of the Taoist sect. The immortals clapped their hands in praise: “This young man has a clear Daoist heart. A once-in-a-generation genius!”
Only I knew that the Rakshasa arm bone I’d just gnawed on, tucked inside my sleeve, was still wreathed in wisps of black smoke.
