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I, Zhang Qingyuan, am a fake Taoist priest who makes a living by broadcasting live broadcasts from haunted houses. I even dare to be a magic weapon user. Until that night when he bumped into the real Zi Zhan in the centuries-old haunted house, and his life was hanging by a thread, he actually triggered the bloodline of the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master. "Thunder in the Palm?!" The master of the Maoshan faction who was encircling and suppressing me was surprised and uncertain. The Longhu Mountain Law Enforcement Hall followed them like a shadow: "You evildoer, hand over the Seal of the Heavenly Master!" Su Wanqing, a mysterious woman who met by chance in an antique shop, handed over half a volume of ancient books: "Your mother is the heir to the previous generation of Celestial Masters." On the night when the Maoshan sect besieged Longhu Mountain, I stepped into the bloody wind with Thunder Jue in hand-- "Everyone, step aside. I will personally handle the settlement of the Heavenly Master's heirs."