Descendant of Jiang Chen: Sent Down the Mountain by a Crooked Taoist from the Start

After his master kicked him down the mountain, Lin Jiu'an brought only a battered peachwood fan and set up a fortune-telling stall at the night market.

His fellow fortune-tellers laughed that he was still wet behind the ears. He pointed at one of them and said, “Your forehead looks dark. You’re in for a bloody disaster tonight.”

The words had barely left his mouth when a truck went out of control and nearly ran over his rival’s son.

He flung a yellow talisman and “snatched” a life back in front of everyone!

That night, a female ghost crawled into his hotel room. Lin Jiu'an pinned her in place with a gesture. “Who told you I was an ordinary person?”

Who could have guessed that this ghost was the “real culprit” behind a series of murders?

The Demon Suppression Bureau came knocking in the middle of the night. “You’re in charge of this case.”

From then on, a rumor spread through Longyuan City:

There was a half-human, half-zombie Daoist with silver-gray eyes and a crescent-shaped mark on the back of his neck.

He pulled out soul-pinning nails, dismantled evil-qi-gathering formations, and welded cracks in ghost domains…

The leading female disciple of the Sword Sect was ordered to hunt him down, yet said with a cool expression, “I’ll help you.”

The Fox Emperor of the Demon Realm invited him to a banquet. “Just sit beside me, and you can command the entire Myriad Demons Forest.”

King Song of the Underworld kept a bowl of Meng Po’s soup for him. “You’ll repay the debt your master incurred all those years ago.”

Everyone thought he was a useless nobody who had just gotten lucky.

That is, until the ninth level of heavenly tribulation descended and the remnant soul of the Drought Demon awoke. Only then did he slowly unfold that battered fan.

“Master, it’s time to bring the game you left me to its end.”