[Cultivation] [Invincible] [Immortal Fairy Master] [Sword Cultivator] [Female Emperor] [Dual Cultivation]
“What's fated to be yours will be yours. If it's not in my fate, then I'll damn well fight for it anyway.” So declared Lin Wangjin, who went by the assumed name Lin Jiangxian.
Lin Wangjin had once been a brilliant young man who placed second in the imperial examinations. At just twenty, he was already in charge of a county, riding high on success.
He had also been a fugitive fleeing through a stormy night. To protect his wife, he drifted a donkey cart to draw away their pursuers, meeting death without a moment's regret.
Overnight, he went from county magistrate to fugitive from a Taoist temple.
But four years later, he created his own cultivation method, “Unity of Heaven and Man,” and forged a road to immortality in an age when cultivation was impossible.
He made a fortune for the temple through high-paying fertility rituals, dressing up as ghosts to catch demons, fortune-telling to ward off disaster, and rescue archaeology, earning a mountain of gold every day. But that only made petty rivals jealous enough to report him.
The world called him Master Qizhen, nicknamed him the Demonic Progenitor of the Three Teachings, and saw him as a lascivious Taoist of the Joyful Union Sect.
He only laughed and said, “If this place won't have me, there's bound to be somewhere that will,” then turned and strode into this chaotic world.
Ahead lay Jingyang Ridge, blocking his path; a cool and distant young woman caught in a Taiyin calamity; and a world of mortal joys and sorrows consumed by the struggles of the powerful.
Huh? You say Granny and Yan Chixia are lovers? The descendants of Nuwa have a grudge against Mount Shu here too?
Wait, what's this about the waters of West Lake flooding the Golden Mountain Temple? The Dragon Girl of Dongting marrying the Black Mountain Demon? The Bull Demon King cleverly wooing the Third Holy Mother?
Fine, fine. The sun and the moon are both false, and demons from beyond the heavens are raining down.
But the sword in the hand of this Taoist, an immortal from beyond even the heavens, is real! Take a strike from me first!
He once wrote: “In my youthful days I tossed away spring's splendor, rode a flower-adorned steed, and let wine splash in fragrant arcs.”
Now, clad in a blue robe, he travels past mountains and rivers, smiling as he watches the mortal world.
Across the four seas and eight wildernesses, there is no one like him: a soul of the Dao, the bearing of a hero, and the heart of an immortal.
Watch as he walks the path of Heaven and Man, using his own creation to seek the way to immortality.
