Have you heard the tale of the mysterious legendary warrior in black?

I don't mean some half-remembered children's story, either. I mean the real one. The story like an urban legend that would frightened you. Or is it a myth about the man who wondering around to help people and others? The story of an unknown, nameless, masked hero who went solo against the entire demonic sects, corrupted heavenly cultivators, mystical beasts, and gods. The man whom others have given many names — the Ghost of Jianghu, the One-Man Calamity, the Immortal Slayer, the Shadow Samaritan, The Demon Hunter, The Savage Punisher, The Jianghu Asura, The Great Sage of Cultivators.

And so on. The titles are cheap; the deeds are not. He has fought entire armies and wiped out whole sects. He has killed their corrupted and twisted cult leaders, the most powerful mystical beasts, gods, demons, and heavenly immortals — all by himself. He even dares to challenge the realms themselves and whatever powerful beings crawl out of them. Sometimes he fights for the helpless, the harmless, and the innocent yaoguai and humanity; sometimes there's no one left to save but him and whatever passed for justice in the hour.

What is he fighting for? What is his motivation? Nobody knows. The questions remain unknown, and the man remains unmoved by them.

But here's what we do know. He is the one chosen to save humanity and all beings — friends, allies, strangers, and sinners alike. And whatever else he might be, whatever dark road he walks and whatever blood he leaves behind him, he is The Legendary Immortal Shinobi with QiJutsu.

That last title, he never chose. Nobody marching down the dusty streets of war-torn villages would know the word. Shinobi. It doesn't even belong to this land. But then again, neither does he.

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Let me tell you about the day he arrived his next destination.

It was a grey morning on the river, the water thick as old tea and slow as regret. A great boat came up the channel like a wooden mountain adrift, a proper behemoth of a vessel, the kind rich merchants used to carry silk and salt and secrets down the coast. Passengers lined the rails, chattering about the markets at the capital, about the demonic sects making trouble in the provinces, about …