Zhou Chunjun, a man named after a peerless famous sword, once offered his blood to the Xuanyuan, using his body as a blade to guard the land. But those tumultuous events belonged to his past life.
Now he is merely the young master of the Duke of Dingguo's household. His father is still young and strong, and deeply trusted by the emperor. His older brothers are capable in both letters and arms, and can shoulder the family responsibilities. As the beloved youngest son, all he seems to need to do is ride at leisure, admire the scenery, drink wine, compose poetry, and live freely.
Zhou Chunjun thinks this must be the reward for offering himself as a sacrifice to suppress evil spirits and save countless lives in his previous life. Not only has he been given a new life with his memories intact, but this life is also so peaceful and carefree.
But the lovely, leisurely future he imagined ended the day he first met the Imperial Astrologer.
The white-haired Imperial Astrologer looked thin and frail on the surface, but behind him, a silver dragon's mystical form roared and coiled through the clouds.
Beneath its claws, countless savage, hideous ghosts shrieked and bit viciously, yet had no way to escape.
Zhou Chunjun: What happened to the ordinary, peaceful world I was promised? He really doesn't want to take up the dangerous, exhausting work of being a celestial master again, especially one who has to feed himself to demons and ghosts when necessary!
The Imperial Astrologer: At last, I've found an heir!
(P.S. The Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio world may make an appearance, too.)
Theme: A story about duty and responsibility
