Demons and monsters have returned, and the Daoist sects have entered the world.
On the day they turn eighteen, everyone undergoes a bloodline test: talismans, thunder arts, swordsmanship, spiritual soul, and alchemy.
But poor student Lin Zhaoye is branded a “pulse-less good-for-nothing” by the testing machine and immediately loses his academy stipend. Worse, his mother’s dialysis bills will go unpaid in three days.
That night, while delivering takeout to a neighborhood in the city, he stumbles upon a client’s head being gnawed on in a rat demon’s arms.
The client’s phone is still ringing:
“Delivery guy, if you don’t get up here soon, I’m leaving you a bad review!”
Lin Zhaoye wants to run.
But downstairs, a six-year-old girl wearing a schoolbag is calling him “big brother.”
Using half a crude talisman he had spent three months secretly learning to draw, he smashes the rat demon back through the doorway.
The instant demon blood splashes onto his palm, a line of text appears before his eyes:
[Slay demons to harvest qi. The Dragon-Tiger Talisman Bloodline can be unlocked, even if incomplete.]
From then on, while others rely on their families’ support, he makes a living by slaying demons and collecting materials.
While others cultivate a single lineage until death, he draws Dragon-Tiger talismans, refines souls with Maoshan arts, builds his foundation at Longmen, breaks through the void with Wenshi teachings, and wields a sword immortal’s deadly power.
Lu Xuanting, a genius from an aristocratic clan, says:
“Poor people aren’t fit to cultivate the Dao. Rogue cultivators will only get the whole city killed.”
Lin Zhaoye flips over his hospital bill and draws a thunder talisman on the back.
“I don’t have any connections.”
“But I should have enough firepower.”
