Talisman paper, wooden swords, scriptures—pure ancient exorcism methods are no longer in vogue; even sorcerers going out must carry a two-hundred-pound incense burner for protection, and if you don’t train in martial arts, you can’t even lift it. It’s said: better to go ten years without drawing a talisman, but you must first train hard qi gong! But can martial arts training really align with exorcism?

Haha, go ask around everywhere—who dares say they’re more professional than me? No one~ no one understands exorcism better than I do! In his early years, Chu Tianshu did not yet know how wild he would become; he ate medicine obediently for health, occasionally killed a few dirty things, and planned how to earn more on the next job.

Until he awakened a token. Guns and cannons erupted, the world was in turmoil, unrest echoed at the borders; evil sorcerers summoned cats and spat out insects, old cunning thieves set up altars to steal lifespans, hardened battalion commanders had grand ambitions, reclusive fist masters moved homes… the dynasty revived, residual chaos remained unsettled, leftover soldiers became hired killers, posted warrants to track down murderers, not speaking of justice, only of three meals and liquor money—but soldier’s blood was too hot and too fragrant; beneath the protective blade, how many living beings had been cut down…

Green mountains, clear waters, swift horses, the martial world—young heroes still brimmed with spirit, powerful warlords indulged in luxury and pleasure; gang leaders must overshadow the entire south and north with their fame, assassins’ sword techniques had given birth to evil spirits… Chu Tianshu fell in love with the feeling of being far from home, fists striking relentlessly, yet he discovered that back home, life was becoming increasingly hopeful, surprises everywhere. Ghosts and goblins, dark clouds obscuring the sun, ghost boats ferrying rats and snakes, brides emerging from tree hollows, feathers drifting from skyscrapers, blue robes beneath rivers, old cats teaching fist techniques, corpses speeding on roads…

A fine young man, born in this age, must train hard, train hard, forge a boundless, overwhelming courage! Only then can he… stroll calmly, cross the ten-thousand-li Yangtze River, gaze far into Chu’s boundless sky!