A Taoist Master Who Doesn't Do Mysticism

Before he died, Feng Xiao's master found him a job down the mountain. He solemnly told Feng Xiao to obey the law once he went down there. People below believed in science and didn't dabble in superstition. Superstition included, but wasn't limited to, fortune-telling, drawing talismans, catching ghosts, exorcising demons, refining pills, and using magic to travel a hundred miles in a single step. After burying his master, Feng Xiao went down the mountain. He stood at its foot, feeling rather melancholy, because everything he knew how to do counted as superstition. Gu Linjing was born with a spiritual body. He should have been a promising cultivator, but his meridians were blocked and his seven apertures were closed, leaving him unable to practice. His spiritual body made him a tempting feast for ghosts and demons, but the baleful aura in his bones kept them at bay. Gu Linjing had met countless exorcists over the years, and he thought Feng Xiao was the most badass of them all. The man could scatter talismans across the sky to bind demons and form a heavenly thunder seal to strike ghosts, all while looking solemn and dignified as he lectured everyone not to dabble in superstition, because there was no future in it. My close friend's upcoming male-lead novel: