A Republican-era Daoist priest ventured west, clinging to ancient methods of cinnabar talismans, but in the end he was no match for a werewolf and met a grisly death.
His disciple, Chen Ming, took over the Daoist temple abroad. He saw the differences between Eastern and Western evil spirits, improved talismans by mixing cinnabar with silver powder, and traveled across Europe wielding authentic Daoist energy.
He slays werewolves, subdues ghosts, battles vampires, and takes on the Holy See head-on.
With the mystical arts of China’s Daoist tradition, he sweeps aside the countless dark creatures of the West, traverses foreign lands, and restores the Daoist sect’s renown.
It's quite good-looking. The theme of combining Taoism and Western fantasy is relatively new. It's different from most other recommendations. It doesn't have the same feeling. And it's the kind of slow-paced story, the kind of novel that wants to be invincible all day long, which is really boring. It gave me a sense of immersion, as if I was living with the protagonist.
At present, it seems to be quite satisfactory. There is no Long Aotian mode from the beginning, but the love line is too early.