Shen Ji, a disciple of the Crimson Flame Sect, is eighteen years old and 189 centimeters tall, with a handsome face and a pair of dead-fish eyes.
He’s usually a slacker: sleeping in class, knocking over pill furnaces, and fighting his junior brother over a spirit bird’s leg, from the cafeteria all the way to the training grounds.
But if you dare lay a hand on anyone close to him...
He’ll take up his five-foot-three-inch Azure Rainbow Greatsword and kill his way from the back mountain to the gates of the Demon Realm.
His best friend, Lu Xiaodian, calls him a mad dog.
Deputy Sect Master Shen Feng calls him a genius.
Sect Master Shen Lie scolds him for being useless to his face, then secretly stuffs his most prized cultivation manuals under Shen Ji’s pillow.
And the Elder Wen most revered by the entire sect, after faking his death, is using a Soul-Seizing Seal to control the elders in the secret chamber and send Shen Ji to the altar.
“Your Fire Spirit Body is the perfect vessel. The finest I’ve ever seen.”
After hearing that, Shen Ji smiled.
The next moment, golden flames burned through the twelve pillars of the baleful formation.
“Go ahead and try. Let’s see who ends up inside whom.”
