My name is Shi Shaojian, and I transmigrated into Uncle Jiu's world.
From the start, a female ghost blocked my door and demanded my soul so she could cultivate.
I said, "No."
Ding! The Refusal Makes You Stronger System activated. She wanted my soul, so the System promptly handed me a dose of pure Yang primordial qi, the perfect counter to ghosts.
The female ghost burned her hand on the spot.
That's when I realized the rules of this world were simple: anyone who dared ask me for something was giving me an opportunity.
But there was one problem.
My father was Shi Jian, the eldest disciple of Maoshan and a ruthless man renowned throughout the land.
My martial uncle was Lin Jiu, a Taoist priest at the charity cemetery. You all call him Uncle Ying.
And I, Shi Shaojian, was fated to die three months later, on the Ghost Festival, the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.
My soul would leave my body, my corpse would be fed to wolves, and my spirit would be scattered by heavenly lightning.
I was a cannon-fodder character whose name wasn't even remembered in the original story.
So I did something everyone thought was crazy.
I ran to the entrance of my martial uncle Lin Jiu's charity cemetery.
"I want to stay here with you, Martial Uncle."
Uncle Jiu said, "I won't take you in."
I refused his refusal.
My martial uncle was silent for three seconds, then said, "Clean up the woodshed yourself."
From then on, the charity cemetery had one more nephew who didn't value his life.
