Ying Qingshan transmigrated into the body of a fake Taoist who knew nothing but how to swindle and deceive people.
The good news: no one had figured out he was a fraud yet.
The bad news: demons were real. Asking online: how do you draw this talisman? A demon’s about to bite my neck, and it’s kind of urgent.
Ying Qingshan did have one thing going for her: she was naturally laid-back and took life and death in stride. She made a little money conning people with demon-hunting fees, used talismans to scare off minor demons, took on a well-behaved apprentice to do the grunt work, and earned herself a fine reputation as a demon-hunting Taoist master.
Life was pretty sweet!
Wait a minute. I’m barely an amateur, so why are you sending me to hunt a thousand-year-old Fox Demon King?
The thousand-year-old Fox Demon King was immensely powerful and loved eating human hearts. Since he could change his appearance at will and never appeared in his true form, no one knew what he really looked like.
Ying Qingshan squatted on the ground, tugging at her cowlick as she held up the wanted poster for the top-ranked demon and studied it for ages. At last, she managed to make out four words in the abstract drawing: “Certain death, no doubt.”
What a headache. Fail the mission and she’d die; go after the Fox Demon and she’d die too.
Caught between two impossible choices, she immediately decided to pack up and run. Whoever wanted to hunt that demon could do it themselves.
Chen Baijin: ...
Right beside her, Chen Baijin tightened his grip on his folding fan. Long lashes hid the almost overwhelming, surging restlessness and gloom in his eyes. His half-demon blood boiled through his body, burning his skin until red blotches spread across it.
His chronic illness refused to heal.
No. He couldn’t let anyone find out.
It didn’t matter. He was the Taoist she was supposed to impersonate, and the well-behaved apprentice she’d taken in was...
