After Henry Thompson transmigrated, he was secretly delighted to become the second son of the Marquis of Sincerity’s household, as well as an honorable Six Paths Demon Subduer. But his life as a privileged official’s son had barely lasted ten days before a violent female superior, a ferocious female ghost, and a vicious demoness all appeared one after another.

Caught in the vortex, Henry Thompson claimed he wasn’t the least bit flustered. Years later, he stood atop the Yangtze River, swung his blade, and instantly froze a thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

Demoness, where are you running? Take my sword!