Eighteen Years of Taoist Practice in the Northeast, and Now the World Calls Me an Immortal

I, Song Ping'an, am a rogue cultivator of talisman arts.

I'm also a "bastard" who grew up in a haunted house.

I admit it. Even I don't know who my real father is.

After eighteen years of cultivation, I'm forced to marry into the family of a beautiful madwoman... as a good-luck groom, all so my mother can finally have an official status.

You laugh at me for being poor, sinister, and a little ghost.

That's fine. With these hands that wield talismans,

I'll make sure you can't laugh anymore...

Then someone appears before him.

Song Ping'an is stunned!

Could he really be his biological father?

As it turns out, he's not just some bastard...

He's also...

A friendly reminder:

The talisman arts described here are visible to the eye. Please do not imitate them in real life!