Before his master passed away in meditation, he left one ironclad order: Chen Du must never use the Heavenly Master’s arts. Chen Du obeyed, living quietly as an invisible graduate student in Jiangcheng for three years and eating street food in the urban villages every day.
Then, one late night, his roommate was watching a livestream of a paranormal expedition when an ancient, murderous evil broke out of an abandoned psychiatric hospital. Seven lives were hanging by a thread!
Chen Du sighed. “Master, forgive me for disobeying you.” He stepped into the black fog and made no unnecessary movements. One raised hand, one “Heavenly Master Finger,” and golden light tore through the darkness, instantly destroying a thirty-year-old evil spirit! He thought he had done it without anyone noticing.
But a backup phone in the corner livestreamed that golden light to tens of millions of viewers in perfect clarity. Overnight, the whole internet exploded.
The Bureau of Celestial Affairs rushed out to investigate, while the leaders of all thirty-six Daoist sects knelt to welcome him.
Chen Du looked at his fingers, still burning hot, and sighed helplessly. “I really just wanted to focus on my graduate studies...”
