My Furnace Can Refine Ghosts

Lu Xun’s greatest regret in his twenty-three years of life was never having seen a ghost.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. His yang energy was so strong that ghosts ran as soon as they saw him.

Then one day, a wandering spirit crashed into his arms and vanished on the spot.

For the first time, the “furnace” he’d been cultivating inside himself since childhood got a taste of a ghost.

After that, ghosts started seeking him out.

The low-level ones were afraid of him. The high-level ones treated him like a tonic.

Lu Xun grinned. “Come on over. My furnace is cold.”