Ten Lifetimes of Reincarnation: The Bottom-Ranked Outer Disciple Strikes Back

After his grandfather died, Shen Zhuye returned to Qingxi Town to look after the town's last incense and candle shop, along with an old ledger full of unpaid tabs.

On the ledger's last page, three words appeared out of nowhere: One question owed.

He didn't know who owed it, or who was asking.

That night, someone knocked at the door. What arrived wasn't takeout, but half a sack of pond mud. The man who drowned in West Pond had had this very mud stuffed in his mouth.

A man in a white shirt saved him from disaster, leaving behind eight words: You have one year left to live.

For eighteen generations, the Shen family had guarded this shop. What they guarded wasn't incense and candles, but the two-thousand-year ledger of life and death for this town: who owed a life, who had to return to the world of the living, who held the lantern, and who had to stand on the scales.

The man named Xie Qinghan accompanied him as he investigated the accounts from that year, for a reason he wouldn't even admit to himself: He had waited ten lifetimes for this man.

The ledger at the bottom of the pond opened, page by page: grievances to be heard, debts to be repaid, souls to be sent on their way, and weights to be measured.

Shen Zhuye had only one thing to do that year: uncover the whole truth in the ledger before his remaining days ran out.