Xu Nuo couldn't figure it out, and he really couldn't figure it out.
Ever since he picked up an injured man in costume one day and returned home, his life has broken the materialistic values he had adhered to for twenty-two years.
Why did an ancient sword he bought back at a low price from the antique market have such a ridiculous name?
Why would a little Taoist priest who seemed unreliable tell him that if his destiny was too good, he would be troubled by God in this life?
Why did he, a college student, insist on raising a sword soul?
And this sword soul is still an unruly and deadly spirit? Oh my god... Living with a ghost...
--Your destiny is pure Yang. As long as you can suppress his anger, he will not kill anyone.
--You are eating me, living with me, and you are rubbing my Yang Qi. Why are you dragging me? !
--I will protect you. As long as you are here.