From Executioner to Demon Slayer
When he awoke from a deep slumber, Qin Lang had already become the executioner of the Great Xia Dynasty. Because he had achieved the feat of beheading a thousand criminal immortals, he was given the title "Slayer of a Thousand." It was a time when humanity flourished, yet demons and monsters ran rampant, and ghosts brought chaos to the world. Suffering plagued all corners of the land, and only those who mastered both blade and sword could vanquish evil and exorcise demons. Qin Lang had originally intended to quietly serve as an executioner in the imperial prison, carrying out his duty of executing criminal immortals each day. But to his surprise, demons came to hate him, ghosts sought his life... Years passed. Gazing upon the countless bones piled at his feet, Qin Lang looked back on his life and could not help but let out a long sigh. "All I ever wanted was to be an executioner, but you forced me to become a slayer of demons and exorciser of evil."
From Executioner to Demon Slayer
Supreme Realm of the Grand Purity.
Great Xia Immortal Dynasty, Taixuan Heavenly Prison.
Hearing someone calling his name, Qin Lang, lying flat on the cold bed, slowly opened his eyes in a daze. The stifling smell of sweat and sourness in the air made him uncomfortable.
He rose slowly, surveying his surroundings. Dim moonlight shone through the barred window.
Shaking his head to clear his mind, Qin Lang slipped on his shoes and walked toward the door. He felt annoyed—who would come to disturb him in the dead of night?
Creak—
Opening the door, Qin Lang was still yawning. Rubbing his eyes, he saw before him a burly man with sallow skin, shifty eyes, and the look of a trickster. Qin Lang frowned slightly.
"Brother Wu, why are you bothering me at this hour instead of sleeping?"
This burly man was Wu Li, one of the three Execution Officers of Taixuan Heavenly Prison, and a powerful cultivator.
Three years ago, when Qin Lang first arrived in this world, he was a stranger to everything. Relying on his silver tongue, he managed to befriend Wu Li, a man with whom he had no prior connection.
Though not a cultivator himself, and initially overlooked by others, Qin Lang was tenacious by fate, with an ironclad birth chart and a peerless executioner’s blade technique.
From the memories he inherited, Qin Lang knew his predecessor had led a tragic life—his grandfather had just passed away when he was forced into the prison as an executioner.
By rights, as a mere mortal, he shouldn’t have been able to come h
