The Heavenly Master Without a Sect

“Mr. Lin, how much does it cost to kill a ghost?” Lin Xuan held a cigarette between his lips and thought for a moment. “One million.” “Too expensive.” “Then find someone else.” He was an unaffiliated cultivator with no sect or school. He loved money, had a sharp tongue, and hated trouble. But no one knew just how good a fighter this seemingly unreliable young man really was. That is, until a piece of white paper appeared with the words: “You’re next.” A red-clad ghost, bizarre murder cases, hidden mystical sects… The Heavenly Gate, sealed shut three hundred years ago, seemed to be opening again. And this time, Lin Xuan would face more than just a bunch of ghosts.