The Max-Level Daoist Doesn't Want to Get Involved

Evil spirits haunt Jialan Town. Every night, the young lady of a wealthy family dreams of her sweetheart, growing thinner by the day.

Everyone says there’s no cure for a thousand-year-old nightmare demon. Gu Yan pinches two fingers together

“Nice goods. Put it on the tab.”

From then on, the demon market gains a Gu Ye who’s always hunting for bargains, while the Dragon Lord’s residence gains a Daoist who keeps the books.

Wei Wuwei sits on the doorstep counting silver. “Disciple, I get thirty percent of the incense money!”

Gu Yan doesn’t even look up. “Master, it’s time to settle the money you owe for drinks.”