The Spirit Medium’s Grand Stage: Come If You Have an Immortal

Some people make a fortune by keeping wild immortals as patrons.

Some ghosts pretend to be gods and live off the incense offerings.

As the saying goes, you don’t need to learn how to be a spirit medium. Just listen to me and I’ll talk you into a stupor.

But there’s always a small handful of oddballs who cling to their principles and walk among ordinary folk. They refuse to make dirty money at the cost of their conscience, and they refuse to let the old incense traditions die out.

Zhao Huying is stubborn by nature, a mule of the highest order. Even after repeatedly teetering on the edge of being admitted to a psychiatric hospital, he still refuses to live a life full of spooky mumbo-jumbo.

Little does he know that as the old shrine gains new descendants, its old retainers and troops will come knocking. What’s looking for him is an incense lineage that has been broken for two generations, and a great immortal who has been pent up for decades.

Refuse?

Zhao Huying squats on the curb.

Look at this one: gone mad.

Look at that one: crippled.

You say the immortals and ghosts are vicious and have driven you into a dead end.

You also say the bustling crowds are full of poison-hearted people.

(Ten years of experience, no tricks, just life.)