Burning the Dao

There was a young monk who drank wine, ate meat, and reclined in the lap of a beauty, turning from demon to Buddha...

There was a young Daoist accompanied by a blue donkey and a female ghost, on his way to becoming the Dao Ancestor...

There was a young Confucian scholar who wrote a timeless masterpiece and vowed to become the teacher of all living things under heaven...

Someone asked the young man, “Who are you?!”

The youth in white touched the blunt sword at his waist, tilted his head back for a drink, and grinned. “My name is Ye Tian. Ye as in leaf, Tian as in Heavenly Emperor. I come from the desolate city of Qin, and I am a genius alchemist, as well as a genius cultivator...”