A fiercely protective, outrageously powerful gong vs. a troublemaking, bottomless-pit shou
Five hundred years after the notorious demon sect leader Dan Yi died, he was reborn in the body of a beggar.
Though his combat power was off the charts, even a hero could do nothing without rice to cook.
So the dignified demon sect leader set up a fortune-telling stall on the street, charging one tael of silver to read your birth chart and tell your fortune, and two taels to dispel misfortune and solve your problems.
He lived a peaceful, carefree life until Ji Tao paid ten taels of silver to hire him. After that, there was no peace to be had.
Ji Tao: Master, that monster wants to eat me.
Dan Yi: ...
You just had to break all the peach blossoms on that tree, leaving a beautiful young woman bald. Who else would the monster eat?
But what could he do? He was the boy's master, and a master had to look after his own disciple. He chopped down the peach tree and made the peachwood sword Ji Tao had been dreaming of.
Ji Tao: I hear someone's coming to deal with me?
Heroes from all corners of the martial world: Hmph, so what if we are?
Ji Tao smiled faintly. Master, there's work for you again.
Dan Yi: ...
After taking care of everyone strewn across the ground, Dan Yi looked at the smug Ji Tao and forced himself to stay calm, silently repeating: I have to look after my own disciple.
