Supernatural suspense➕Taoist cultivation➕Growth adventure
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My name is Chen Xuansheng, the 108th generation disciple of the Maoshan sect and the last one.
His spiritual power is nine, and he cannot even draw a complete exorcism charm. For eighteen years, he has been ranked as the "most useless Taoist priest in Maoshan". The master shook his head and sighed. All his brothers had fled to secular life, and we were the only two left on the mountain to depend on each other.
Until that rainy night, when the master collapsed in the Patriarch's Hall covered in blood, before he died, he stuffed the leader's token, the Three-Mao Jade Pendant, into my hand, and wrote in blood on the ground with his last breath - "Xuansheng, run!"
I rolled and climbed down Maoshan Mountain, thinking I had escaped death. Little did I know that from the moment I took over the jade pendant, my fate would be involved in a web spanning three thousand years.
On the banks of the Ruoshui River, a red-clothed water ghost made a seven-day death pact to me; in an ancient tomb on a barren mountain, a three-thousand-year-old Chu general turned into a flying zombie, just one step away from turning into an indestructible bone; in a deep mountain village, the descendants of the mysterious alchemist were secretly watching, and the chess game that had been waiting for dozens of generations finally started...
And the secret hidden in the Three Mao Jade Pendant is far more thrilling than I imagined——
"Your soul mark has a history of at least 1,800 years."
"You are the reincarnation of San Mao Zhenjun."
From a loser with a spiritual power of nine, to the last person who has carried the thousand-year tradition. Along the way, I have seen the deepest darkness and the brightest light; I have experienced the most painful separation and gained the truest friendship.
When the nine gates of Youdu slowly opened, when the conspiracy of three thousand years came to light, when I finally stood in front of that door——
I didn't embarrass Maoshan
