I’m Lin Yan, a scrap collector on West Street in Luoyang.
Then I bought a porcelain pillow for three hundred yuan and, using my family’s heirloom Martial Arts Eye, saw the rusted sword inside it, along with a blood-soaked tale from the martial world.
It wasn’t until Night Owl broke down my door that I learned I was the last heir of the Shouzhuo lineage.
My grandfather died guarding the gates of hell, and my parents were trapped in the secret realm of Dunhuang. My grandmaster uncle, “Shopkeeper,” planned to gather nine keys, sacrifice all living beings, and open those gates.
From then on, I gripped the Shouzhuo Sword and used my Martial Arts Eye to survey the heroes of the world.
Slaying a flood dragon at Tianchi, fighting terracotta warriors in the First Emperor’s mausoleum, battling the sea folk in Guixu, and seeking the Dao from the supreme masters of Kunlun.
Shopkeeper said, “There’s no way through.”
I smiled. “I’ll make my own way.”
This time, I’ll make the entire martial world guard Shouzhuo, and keep the gates of hell sealed for all eternity!
