Soul-Soothing Ink Knife

Mo Xuan thought that this would be the end of his life - running a takeout business under the false name of "Mo's eldest son", worrying about the rent increase of 500 yuan, and being chased by creditors like a lost dog. It wasn't until the blood-stained wooden box of "Zhenhun Yin" got into his takeout box that he realized that what was hidden in his blood was not the past of swords and swords, but the secret of cultivating immortals that could tear the world apart. Lin Qianrong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the skyscraper, looking at the downstairs figure riding a second-hand electric bicycle, and crumpled the equity transfer letter given by her father with her fingertips. She was the daughter of the Lin family who forced him to pay off his debts, and she was also the classmate who hid the half-rubber he had secretly stuffed in high school. When her father's grudges were entangled with the curse of immortality, she raised the knife and pointed it at his heart, only to find that what was engraved in the scabbard was a life and death contract written two hundred years ago. "Mo Xuan, do you know why your father dismissed his brothers and guarded a shabby teahouse?" "I know, he was waiting for someone and gave him a knife." "What knife?" "The soul-suppressing knife that can kill Heavenly Dao can also kill you."