My Senior Brother Is a Block of Wood

I, Lu Xiaofeng, am the cleverest disciple of the Daoist school, and my lifelong wish is to sell off my old-fashioned senior brother!

My senior brother, Shen Moyan, is exactly as his name suggests: a rigid blockhead. He draws talismans with no deviation at all, walks formations without missing even a hair’s breadth, and even when exorcising zombies, he has to first recite the entire “Transcendence Manual” to them.

I always laughed at how inflexible he was and said he was delaying matters. Until that night, when a red-clothed vengeful ghost came demanding a life, and all my clever spells failed completely. As I shut my eyes and waited for death, my senior brother stepped forward, his voice as calm as ever:

“Article Three of the Nether Soul Surpassing Method: if the grievance has not been cleared, punishment is forbidden. I’ll take your grievance.”

Only then did I understand that what he upheld was not stubbornness, but a bottom line.

What he defended was not dogma, but justice.

From then on, I followed behind my senior brother and witnessed gentle water ghosts, zombies so overworked they were on the verge of collapse, and even the Yellow Immortal who insisted on arguing reason with you. We used the rules left by our ancestor master to solve strange cases, transcend wronged spirits, and make a little money on the side, while also... uncovering a shocking conspiracy that sought to overturn yin and yang.

When the mastermind finally appeared and ghosts ran rampant, he sneered at my senior brother: “A mere mortal dares to block me?”

For the first time, my wooden senior brother smiled. He straightened his impeccably neat robe and said calmly:

“Your rule is that the strong prey on the weak.

“And my rule is specifically made to break the kind of rule you follow.”