Tomb Raiding: The Fourth Master of the Jiumen's White Moonlight Has Grown Up

A Derivative Work of The Mystic Nine: Folklore, the supernatural, and tomb-raiding; forbidden love between senior and junior brothers; two powerful leads fighting side by side; a substitute strikes back against the unattainable beloved; duty to country outweighs private love; a tragic ending.

In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic, Changsha was struck by a snowfall out of season.

The opera house was draped in white, yet someone onstage was singing The Palace of Eternal Life. The singer had already been dead for three hours.

Fourteen-year-old Hong Nianqi knelt before his mother's coffin. When he looked up, everyone in the hall held their breath: he had his mother's eyes and brows.

And in the crowd, the fourth of the Nine Gates, a man who had lived by the blade, looked at him differently.

He was the eldest son of Er Yuehong, and an awakened soul from the modern era, gifted with extraordinary abilities. He knew how many people Changsha would lose over the next nine years. He knew the Japanese would use the dragon vein beneath Chu to forge Yin soldiers. He also knew that his senior brother would spend his life without wife or children, dying in a desolate tomb.

“Senior Brother, I'm not my mother.”

“I know.” Chen Pi cornered him against the wall, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never saw you as her. That's why I can't let go.”

Later, the land was at peace, and a flourishing age was just around the corner.

Later, that man left a letter saying they would never meet again in this life.

He saved millions of restless souls, but could not save himself from his one and only obsession.

The blurb is the hardest part to write, so I'll stop here and avoid spoilers. Read it for yourselves, my dears.