Fellow Cultivators, Please Behave!

That year, Jiang Lin was adopted by the former master of Ziwei Temple and became a Daoist while still in swaddling clothes.

That year, young Jiang Lin rescued a fox from a hunter’s trap.

That year, he used his last bit of pocket money to buy and release a white snake.

That year, an injured cyan bird fell into the temple. Jiang Lin cared for it for a month before it mysteriously disappeared.

“Lin’er, the fortune of humanity is waning, and otherworldly beings are multiplying. You must be careful—I am ascending.”

My name is Jiang Lin, and I’m reflecting on my life choices.

Jiang Lin looked around his temple at the fox girl, the azure luan, and the white snake—then fell into deep thought.

“Fellow Daoists, please have some self-respect. This poor Daoist does not need your gratitude!”