Zhang Nianzhi had been plagued by illness since birth, and his eyes could see things ordinary people couldn't. Fearing he wouldn't survive childhood, his family sent him to study Taoist arts under Celestial Master Zhang as a lay disciple of the Orthodox Unity sect, hoping to keep him alive.
After his college entrance exams, Zhang Nianzhi returned to his hometown to visit family. By chance, he discovered a lingering aura of resentment in the village. But the ignorant villagers had kidnapped a living person, intending to appease the vengeful spirit with a ghost marriage.
On the night of the ghost marriage, unable to tell which of the bride and groom was alive, Zhang Nianzhi sneaked into the bridal chamber. Carefully, he used a jade ruyi scepter to lift the red veil before him.
The beautiful woman gazed at him with shining eyes and parted her vermilion lips. She called to him, "Qiming?"
Legend has it that three thousand years ago, before talisman and alchemy cultivation split into separate schools, the cultivation world produced one extraordinary person every five hundred years: a woman whose Taoist title was Qiming.
She was born in a yang year, on a yang month, day, and hour. Purple clouds appeared in the sky at her birth, and her destiny encompassed the five elements. At five, she could travel freely between the worlds of the living and the dead. At fourteen, she had mastered every sect's secret techniques. At eighteen, she survived thirty-six thunder tribulations and was halfway to ascending to immortality.
Then the war between immortals and demons broke out. She inherited her master's legacy and took the helm of the world's Taoist sects. On the eve of her wedding at twenty-one, she sacrificed herself for the Way and sealed away the demonic seed.
Zhang Nianzhi never expected that the beautiful young woman he'd saved by chance would turn out to be his university roommate, nor that she'd show him such inexplicable affection. But she seemed to attract ghosts, and the old university wasn't as peaceful as it appeared.
One point off the peaceful college life Zhang the Young Celestial Master had dreamed of.
One girlfriend gained.
"But why did you call me Qiming when we first met?"
"Guess."
In the east, Qiming shines; in the west, Changgeng.
Zhang Nianzhi, she's been waiting three thousand years for you to lift that red veil.
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