The Real Young Master, but with an Eerie Constitution

Because of his unusual constitution, Lin Wenxu was raised in the countryside for twelve years. His father brought home a child around his age, gave the child Lin Wenxu's name and identity, and used him as a shield against misfortune. It wasn't until the old master left a will bequeathing most of his estate to Lin Wenxu that the Lin family brought him back.

On his first day of school, Lin Wenxu was branded a "country bumpkin."

His deskmate, who seemed warm and outgoing toward him, secretly sold his information like crazy.

The class monitor, who seemed friendly, always put him in the most troublesome groups.

Even the student council members, who seemed fair and impartial, always squeezed every last bit out of his interests.

Sucheng is a fully residential school with an elimination system. It has nurtured far too much malice, and none of the students who manage to stay are any good. When a new kid finally showed up, everyone spent their days thinking up fresh ways to mess with him.

Until they saw Lin Wenxu getting up in the middle of the night, talking to himself and carrying on conversations with thin air.

The books he lost would be back on his desk the next day. He always found a way around the traps they set. He could state secrets that no one else knew with perfect accuracy. He dug up a student who had been missing for three years from beneath a tree. He even uncovered the truth behind the most horrific fire of that year, piece by piece...

Forget bullying him. Just seeing him made their legs go weak.

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Lin Wenxu has a somewhat eerie constitution. When his yang energy runs low, he tends to attract unclean things.

And as it happened, he couldn't make any friends at his new school. Every day, the moment he opened his eyes, he had to deal with those things.

"Have you seen my head? Please help me pick it up."

"Lin Wenxu, save me. Save me, Lin Wenxu."

The noise kept Lin Wenxu from sleeping, so he had no choice but to get up and help them all resolve their lingering business. Later, more and more of them came looking for him. Ordinary people didn't have enough yang energy, and the only way to avoid them completely was to stay by someone's side.

"Xu, do you believe in ghosts?"

"I'm an atheist."

"Great! So am I!"

Lin Wenxu settled down beside him and eagerly soaked up his yang energy.

Until one day, he saw the other person wielding a peachwood sword and slaying evil spirits. He was a descendant of the Xu clan, a renowned family of exorcists.

So much for being an atheist...

Theme: Uncover the truth and clear the wronged.