Chronicles of Strange Tales from the Martial World

The night I was born, a hundred ghosts wailed, and a bolt of yin lightning shattered the shrine’s warding stele. Before my master died, he laid down three ironclad rules for me: First, never tell the living when they will die; Second, never light a sky lantern for the dead; Third, never admit that you are a yin-yang master. But in this chaotic world, people are more poisonous than ghosts, and the imperial court is deeper than the underworld. Paper figures brought to life with painted eyes, borrowed lifespans traded for new lives, journeys through the underworld, nine dragons bearing a coffin… One by one, century-old taboos hidden in the shadows of the martial world came knocking at my door. When sects across the land set off a storm of bloodshed in pursuit of immortality, I tore away my seal and stood before ten thousand ghosts, yin-yang compass in hand: “When the world has lost its way and yin and yang have fallen into disorder, I’ll settle this deadly score today!”