I’m a Ritual Exorcist. Blowing Up the Supernatural World Is Only Natural

A century after the resurgence of the eerie mist, countless supernatural paths have emerged.

Ancient martial arts and qi cultivation, Daoist talismans, Western magic, Miaojiang gu poison: each one is impressive in its own way.

Everyone is certain that folk rituals like spirit dancing, funeral wailing, and yangko dancing are nothing but feudal dross, and that anyone who tries to fight evil spirits with them is simply asking to die.

Then Chen Ye shows up at a supernatural incident, carrying a Wenwang drum and banging a gong.

A red-clad vengeful ghost has killed three people, and the Demon Suppression Bureau is helpless?

A song of divine invocation summons the Fox Immortal. An old man with a pipe in his mouth swats the ghost away. "What's the big deal? Got enough roast chicken to go around?"

A mass corpse revival at a funeral home, with a tide of corpses surging into the streets?

A hundred-person yangko troupe steps through the ritual footwork. Red silk streams through the air, and the walking corpses all sway in place, stuck standing at attention.

The Sacred Maiden of the Mystic Sect looks down on him. "A heretic like you thinks you can enter the halls of power?"

Chen Ye summons the phantom of Lord Guan on the spot, holding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade across his body. "Say that again?"

At first, Su Qingyuan thinks: A superstitious content creator. He needs to be closely monitored.

Later: "Immortal, please help yourself. The offerings are ready. Chen Ye, hurry up and sing a couple of lines!"

Little by little, everyone realizes that beyond spiritual energy, there are also laws of belief.

A thousand years of folk tradition and incense offered in countless homes are the strongest foundation this land possesses.

From guarding a small city to quelling supernatural calamities across the globe, from ancient secrets about the gods to proving the Dao among the stars and myriad worlds...

Someone points at him and curses: "A spirit-dancing shaman like you thinks you're supernatural?"

Chen Ye taps his Wenwang drum and smiles.

I'm just a spirit-dancing shaman, and I can beat the supernatural world to a pulp. What's so strange about that?