In the world of cultivation, techniques choose their disciples, and they also keep secrets.
The first time Lu Zhao mastered his family's ancestral technique, he heard what it hadn't said aloud.
[Draw that old ghost here tonight to possess the boy, and force him to devour it instead.]
[If it works, my revenge may finally be within reach. If it fails, I'll find another successor.]
Lu Zhao quietly altered the soul-summoning array.
If the technique was betting with his life, then it would have to put itself on the table too.
To stay alive, he struck a deal with Xie Qingtang, a female cultivator investigating an old case. But the moment their natal techniques met, they recognized one another: they were sworn enemies who would never rest until the other was destroyed.
Both techniques urged their masters to kill the other, and each offered seemingly irrefutable reasons.
Following the evidence, the two discovered that the next war between the righteous and demonic factions hadn't even begun, yet someone had already divided up the defeated sects' legacy.
