After Being Cast Out of the Celestial Master’s Manor, I Suppress Ten Thousand Ghosts

On the seventh night after his grandfather’s death, Xie Xuan returned to the village to keep vigil.

But the body lying in the coffin was a woman in red.

The old well behind the village rumbled, and ghosts knocked at the doors through the fog. Before his grandfather died, he left behind only a book called The Yin-Yang Demon-Subduing Registers.

It was only after that night that Xie Xuan learned he was descended from a disciple cast out by the Celestial Master’s Mansion, and the last heir to the Demon-Subduing Bureau of the mortal world.

Haunted dorms, corpses rising in the morgue, a ghost market in the subway, a demon market opening its doors, the Underworld cut off from contact…

When other people see a ghost, they turn and run. When Xie Xuan sees one, he asks just one thing:

“Are you going into the talisman yourself, or should I put you in?”

The Celestial Master’s Mansion calls him useless, the Daoist sects call him a bringer of calamity, and all the ghosts want him dead.

With a peachwood sword in hand, Xie Xuan walks the path between yin and yang.

“Whether I’m a Celestial Master isn’t up to you to decide.”

“The ghosts of this world are mine to subdue