Lu Xinghe, the icy CEO of the Lu Group, took charge of a hundred-billion-yuan empire at just twenty-two. She was someone countless people looked up to.
But no one knew that a wisp of black qi was spreading between her brows. It was the curse of the Yin Sha Formation. The day it reached her heart meridian would be the day she perished.
She had consulted masters and held exorcism rites, but all they brought her was even fiercer backlash.
At the brink of life and death, a streak of golden light cut through the sky. A talisman was drawn from afar, forcibly driving back the Yin Sha qi wrapped around her heart.
It had been casually drawn by a young Taoist priest thousands of miles away, wearing a robe washed nearly white.
Ye Changfeng, twenty-three, a purple-robed Celestial Master of the Taoist sect, had come down from the mountain at his master's behest to settle his worldly ties.
His mission was simple: find his fiancée, Lu Xinghe, break off the engagement, repay a debt of gratitude, and then return to the mountain.
But when he stood before Lu Xinghe and smiled as he accepted the one-million-yuan check for ending their engagement, the black qi between her brows, which had just receded, grew darker still.
The next day, Ye Changfeng appeared at the Lu Group headquarters. His position: security guard.
When business rivals used sinister methods to besiege the Lu Group, when the family elders joined forces to plot against Lu Xinghe and seize her authority, and when the evil masters behind the Yin Sha Formation finally emerged,
Lu Xinghe discovered that this “little security guard” she had looked down on was actually a “Taoist Ancestor” whom even her grandfather would kneel before.
His real reason for coming down from the mountain had never been to break off their engagement.
He had come to investigate a case from twenty years ago, one tied to his father's death, the Lu family's deepest secret, and an astonishing truth: the Yin Sha Formation had never been meant to kill Lu Xinghe.
It was meant to kill him, Ye Changfeng.
