The Last Ma Xian in the Northeast

My name is Lin Yuan. I'm from Northeast China, and I studied Chinese literature at university.

Sounds ordinary, right? But I have another identity: I'm a disciple of the shamanic tradition.

My grandfather's generation were hunters. They specialized in catching yellow weasels, skinning them, and selling the pelts, piling up half a lifetime's worth of karmic debts. Retribution came, and I was sickly from childhood. When I was twenty, the Yellow Immortal came to collect, and I nearly died in my own dorm room. Hu Santainai saved me, took me in as her godson, and gave me a place in the shamanic tradition.

From then on, I spent my days attending classes and my nights dancing in spirit rituals.

I've driven out ghosts, subdued evil spirits, traveled with underworld bailiffs, haggled with yellow weasel spirits, and shared tea with hanging ghosts.

Along the way, I met Liu Yifeng, a lay disciple of Mount Longhu, and the young monk Shikong, who came from Mount Wutai. One practiced Celestial Master arts, the other Buddhist compassion. The three of us, one shaman, one Daoist, and one Buddhist, teamed up to deal with the troubles nobody else could handle.

I thought I'd spend the rest of my life like that, until one day we uncovered a shocking secret deep in the Changbai Mountains. When the Japanese invaded Northeast China, they weren't just after land and resources. They were secretly preparing an astonishing formation to sever the dragon vein of the Northeast and keep this land down forever.

Now that formation is about to be activated again.

And Liu Yifeng, Shikong, and I are the last three standing in its way.

This is a battle that crosses the boundary between yin and yang and transcends sects. The shamanic tradition, Daoism, and Buddhism unite against the yin-yang arts from the eastern islands.

If we lose, the dragon vein will be severed, and the land will be shattered.

If we win, we will protect this land,