Three Thousand Daoist Arts Between His Brows

Ji Tingyi is famous in the industry, a mysterious master of the Daoist arts.

From fortune-telling and reading birth charts to feng shui and catching vengeful ghosts, he can handle it all as long as the money is right.

He's also exceptionally handsome. The slightly long hair at the nape of his neck follows the bumps of his spine and disappears into his collar, giving his refined appearance an enticing edge.

On a midsummer night, neon lights shimmered like molten gold and jade.

While catching a ghost, Ji Tingyi was ambushed. As the backlash from his own spiritual power struck him, he encountered the passing Fang Guizhen.

Fang Guizhen was a top student in classical studies, spending every day among ancient books and texts. He seemed as gentle as jade.

But he had been infected by a parasitic Gu worm. Its poison had reached his heart, and he had little time left to live.

When Ji Tingyi learned the truth, he went dark-faced, took up his Yuqing sword, and found the best Gu witch within a hundred li.

After examining Fang Guizhen's pulse, the Gu witch stammered and trembled.

Ji Tingyi narrowed his alluring eyes, haughty and elegant. "Don't shake. Just say it. I don't like eating people."

The Gu witch was on the verge of tears. She steeled herself and answered:

"It's a Love Gu. There's no cure."

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In the room, Ji Tingyi pinned Fang Guizhen beneath him.

Controlled by the Gu worm, Fang Guizhen had only a sliver of reason left, yet he still held himself in check and behaved with propriety. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "Why are you so determined to save me?"

Ji Tingyi thought: Yes, why?

He knew that after drinking bowl after bowl of Meng Po's soup, Fang Guizhen had long since forgotten every memory of his past.

Yet for the sake of the man before him, he had betrayed the demon tribe, wandered the world like a stray dog, and drawn tens of thousands of resentful souls into himself, bearing the burden in silence for more than four thousand years.

Ji Tingyi's lips curved slightly, his tone disdainful and carefree.

"Why else? Because I hate how you try to endure it until you're trembling, rather than give in like the saint you pretend to be."

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A month ago, strange incidents suddenly began occurring one after another in Jing'an City.

Ghosts and evil spirits appeared everywhere, while baleful energy and resentment churned in the air.

The essence of the Black Tortoise, which controlled a branch of the dragon vein; the Miaojiang Gu worms that made people lose themselves in passion and die; even the ancient treasure, the Qiankun Cauldron, which existed only in legend, all appeared in Jing'an City in quick succession over a short period.

The Jiuli Pot lingered among them, absorbing the eight sufferings of the human world.

Ji Tingyi knew that the resentment of the Jiuli tribe, which had endured for thousands of years, was finally about to break free.

Late at night, the Jiuli Pot floated in the black mist of a dimly lit room.

An ancient voice came from inside the pot, addressing Fang Guizhen beside it: "You and... that celestial fox?"

Fang Guizhen stood in the darkness, gazing at the night beyond the window. There was none of the gentleness he'd shown when sharing a room with Ji Tingyi.

Amid the tangled neon lights, he did not answer.

Back then, the sea of flowers had been dazzling, and he was young. He could love anything.

But once you grow old,

you can also choose to love nothing.

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A flippant little fox Daoist bottom x a mature, steady schemer and former god top

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* Set in a modern urban fantasy world of Chinese supernatural mysteries, with some flashbacks to ancient times.

* The legends here are made up. Some elements are based on ancient myths, and will be specifically noted in the story, author's notes, and at the end of each volume.

[Highlight] Please don't confuse this with reality. We reject superstition. Science is always the primary productive force.

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