I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

The vast and mighty divine thoughts swept outwards like a wave of signals, constantly relaying the situation near the City God Temple to Qin Yao.

In the blink of an eye.

When his divine sense expanded to a radius of three hundred miles, he finally found his wives and concubines enjoying the flowers and drinking wine in a vast peach blossom forest, and his tense heart suddenly relaxed.

He desperately strives to become stronger in the cycle of reincarnation, only to return to find his home stolen. This is the kind of situation he finds most unacceptable; just thinking about it makes him feel nauseous.

next moment.

His body suddenly transformed into a divine rainbow, flying out of the training room through the window and arriving beside the women in an instant.

Looking closely, one could see A Li and Bai Min'er playing chess under a peach tree that was a hundred feet tall. There was a blanket next to the chessboard, and Caiyi, Ren Tingting, Xiao Wenjun, and Nianying were enjoying the flowers and drinking on the blanket.

Not far away, Athena and Xia were picking peach blossoms together, while the red and white duo stood quietly in the corner, like servants...

The peach blossoms, so beautiful and vibrant, paled in comparison to the women, becoming mere background. Apart from the red and white duo, everyone else resembled a peerless fairy flower, a feast for the eyes.

Suddenly, A-Li, who was standing in front of the chessboard, seemed to sense his presence. She turned around abruptly, their eyes met, and she stood up abruptly.

Startled by her action, the women all looked in the direction she was looking. When they saw Qin Yao, they stood up in unison, each with a bright, radiant, or faint smile on their face.

Qin Yao took a deep breath, strode over to the group, and said with a smile, "I missed you all so much."

Ah Li chuckled: "It's only been a few hours, is it really that exaggerated?"

Qin Yao nodded heavily: "Yes! These few hours feel like thousands of years to me."

"Glib-tongued," commented Xiao Wenjun, dressed in black.

Qin Yao opened his arms and pulled her close, teasingly asking, "Why don't you try?"

In front of so many sisters, how could Xiao Wenjun be so affectionate with him? So she quickly stepped aside and said gently, "Don't be silly."

Qin Yao then stopped making a fuss, squeezed next to Caiyi, snatched a small jade wine bottle from Ren Tingting's hand, tilted his head back and drank it straight down, a rich peach blossom fragrance immediately filling his mouth.

"Peach blossom stuffing?"

"We all really like the wine made by Sister Ali," Ren Tingting said with a smile.

Qin Yao then looked at A Li and praised her, "Sister A Li is so skillful."

A-Li smiled slightly and called to Bai Min'er across from her, "Let's continue playing chess, don't worry about him."

Qin Yao hadn't seen them for a long time, but in their eyes, not much time had passed at all.

Being together day and night, it's impossible to feel a strong longing...

even.

Qin Yao only stayed with them for an hour before his constant pulling and tugging at them caused the women to dislike him. They pushed him back to guard their homes and told him not to disturb their fun.

In response, Qin Yao suddenly recalled a movie called "Goodbye Mr. Loser," feeling as if he were Xia Luo who had just traveled back in time, and the women were all Ma Dongmei...

Not long after.

After being pushed out of the peach grove by Ma Dongmei... no, by the women, Qin Yao pondered for a moment. Instead of guarding the house as the women had expected, he used magic to open a dimensional gate that led directly to the Netherworld Black Mountain. He stepped through the gate and instantly appeared in front of the Holy Maiden Palace.

"Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap."

Who dares disturb my sleep?

Amidst the knocking, the door god suddenly transformed into a ghostly face and appeared on the door. After shouting something, Qin Yao's face was reflected in his eyes, causing the door god to contort in fear.

"Grandpa?" Qin Yao asked with a half-smile.

"Grandpa, grandpa." The doorman's expression changed rapidly, finally settling on a fawning smile as he slowly opened the heavy iron door for him: "Please come in, grandpa."

Qin Yao chuckled to himself.

This guy is still the same old bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong.

Lean less.

Qin Yao stepped through the gate and into the palace. Sensing Xiao Zhuo's aura, he slowly arrived at a study illuminated by the divine light of a precious pearl. Standing outside the threshold, he looked into the room.

A languid woman in a red dress held a pipe in her left hand and a calligraphy brush in her right, writing characters on yellowed rice paper as she puffed out smoke.

Qin Yao wondered if he was just seeing things through a filter, but he felt the scene was equally beautiful, in no way inferior to the women in the peach grove...

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Xiao Zhuo suddenly asked, hanging up his calligraphy brush and holding his pipe.

Qin Yao walked into the room with a smile and said gently, "I missed you."

Xiao Zhu chuckled and opened her arms: "Come here, let me hug you."

Qin Yao: "..."

Xiao Zhu raised her eyebrows slightly: "What, are you shy?"

Qin Yao smiled and shook his head, walked over, picked him up, and placed him on the table.

Xiao Zhuo already knew what he was going to do, and a hint of seductiveness flashed in her eyes. She took a drag of her cigarette and slowly exhaled it onto Qin Yao's face.

The faintly fragrant smoke immediately entered his nostrils, making him feel as if his body was on fire.

This female ghost...

It's simply addictive.

half an hour.

Silence returned to the room. Xiao Zhu pushed Qin Yao away, glanced at the soaked Xuan paper on the table, and shook her head, saying, "Another waste of time writing..."

"What are you writing?" Qin Yao asked curiously.

"A novel."

Xiao Zhuo laughed and said, "A few days ago, a novelist named Pu Songling came to the underworld. His ghost stories are quite good. Many interested ghost kings went to him and asked him to write his own stories as biographies, so that he could become famous."

I joined in the fun and asked him to write my biography, but he portrayed me too tragically, which I didn't like. So I decided to come back and write it myself, however I wanted.

Qin Yao: "..."

Xiao Zhu writes ghost stories...

This feels really strange.

"By the way, how have you been lately?"

While he remained silent, Xiao Zhu threw the soaked paper into the wastebasket beside him and asked with a smile.

Qin Yao quickly came to his senses and nodded, saying, "I've learned a lot. Things I couldn't do before, I can do now."

Xiao Zhu asked curiously, "What is it?"

Qin Yao looked out the window and said softly, "We want justice."

With a slight thought, Xiao Zhuo immediately took out a new sheet of Xuan paper, picked up a brush, and said, "Tell me the cause and effect; perhaps we can weave it into a story."

Qin Yao: "..."

That night.

After recounting the whole story, Qin Yao glanced at Xiao Zhuo, who was engrossed in her thoughts, shook his head, and quietly opened the door to leave...

As night fell, the City God Temple was brightly lit, giving him an immediate sense of home. This was a feeling he could never experience in the world of the Lotus Lantern or in the Yang Mansion on Mount Hua.

After all, the core of a family is its members, and he found it difficult to regard Yao Ji and her husband as his own family, always struggling to integrate.

With a slight smile on his lips, Qin Yao slowly stepped into his home, feeling relaxed as if he had entered a safe haven.

half year later……

early morning.

Inside the training room, Qin Yao slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

His soul can grow stronger with each reincarnation, but his physical body needs to be tempered again after the soul returns in order to match the power of the soul.

This is something that cannot be shortened through reincarnation, hence the existence of this six-month cultivation period.

Fortunately, hard work pays off, and his immortal body has now been tempered to the Great Luo realm, making him a powerful immortal in this world.

If that's the case, then revenge can be put on the agenda.

Wasn't all that forbearance back then just for this day?

Drain the estuary.

Zhenjun Mansion.

With his imposing appearance, sword-like eyebrows, and bright eyes, Erlang Shen, dressed in a long black robe, sat behind a black table, constantly flipping through the intelligence gathered by his subordinates, his lips twitching slightly.

Since he dared to accept the position of God of Justice, he was not afraid of offending people. Therefore, since taking office, he has severely punished a group of officials who embezzled public funds or even committed crimes.

only……

What if the deity who violated the heavenly rules was a celestial being from the Chan sect?
Or perhaps it's one's own brother?
The intelligence report placed before him contained detailed records of many violations by the immortals of the Chan Sect, among whom the priest with the most violations was named Nezha!
"Ah~"

half an hour.

Erlang Shen sighed softly, put down the bamboo slip in his hand, and slowly stood up.

He certainly couldn't investigate Nezha in a purely official capacity, so he had to talk to the other party about how to cover up those violations without leaving a trace...

But just as he stepped out of the main hall, which was predominantly black, he suddenly sensed something and looked up to see a strange figure in an official robe descending from the clouds and slowly landing on the top of the artificial hill in the courtyard.

Erlang Shen's gaze turned cold.

Let alone his current identity as the God of Justice, even if he weren't, just based on the name of Erlang Shen, the way he made his appearance was already offensive!
That said, ever since he mastered his supernatural powers, he had never suffered such an offense again...

"This humble god pays respects to the True Lord," Qin Yao said, cupping his hands in greeting.

Erlang Shen asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Qin Yao smiled and said, "This humble god is Qin Yao, the City God of the Imperial City of the ancient Shu Kingdom."

Erlang Shen coldly said, "You, a mere City God, dare to look down upon me?"

"Ah~"

Qin Yao seemed to suddenly realize something, and then slowly flew down to the artificial hill: "Look at me, I didn't even notice that."

Erlang Shen sensed that the other party was trying to provoke him, and his heart tightened. He suppressed his anger and said, "Qin Chenghuang, what brings you here in such a high-profile manner?"

Qin Yao said quietly, "Doesn't True Lord find my name a little familiar? Or are you just forgetful and think I'm not worthy of your attention?"

Erlang Shen tried hard to recall, but he really couldn't remember where he had heard the name before.

That's understandable, though. Over the years, he has ruthlessly dealt with a number of immortals and gods, and these immortals and gods also have relatives and friends, so it's perfectly normal for them to come looking for trouble with him.

However, it was truly unprecedented for a mere City God to dare to come to his True Lord's Mansion to demand an explanation.

“I don’t need to remember your name. I only know that all the gods I’ve dealt with deserved their punishment. If you are one of them, then wherever I go, I can say that I have a clear conscience.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Yao sneered, "It seems you really don't take me seriously. Then let me help you recall. My previous divine position was the Earth God of Peach Mountain. I was ordered by the Queen Mother of the West to build an Earth God Temple in Peach Mountain."

The land shrine had just been built when it was questioned by the Six Eccentrics of Meishan under your command, and their attitude was quite hostile.

You are angry that I look down on you from a high position, but you don't know that they were even more arrogant at that time.

You have the backing of the Holy Sect and are an important official of the Heavenly Court, so it is not advisable for me to provoke you. Therefore, based on the principle that one should consider the owner before beating a dog, I will not hold it against them, but I have never received an apology from beginning to end.

If that were all, it would have been fine, but unexpectedly, the next day, a maid named Xue Li appeared. Just because there were demons in my temple, she falsely accused us of stealing things from the princess's mansion, and then turned around and led the Six Monsters of Meishan back to my land temple.

The six monsters believed Xue Li's words, perhaps thinking that demons and ghosts should do such petty theft, so they forcibly immobilized me and entered the Earth God Shrine to search.

Seeing that they had gained nothing, they even tried to frame me for moving the treasures. If I weren't a disciple of Maoshan, I would have become a scapegoat for some people.

"Speaking of which, True Lord, haven't you remembered yet?"

Erlangshen: "..."

He remembered; there was indeed such a cause and effect.

However, at that time, he did not refrain from going to the other party because he was afraid of Maoshan. He simply saw that Xue Li was lying and punished her severely.

As for the other matters, he finally learned the truth from the City God in front of him at this moment.

"So what do you mean now?"

After a moment of silence, Erlang Shen asked indifferently.

Although what the other party said may be true, just as he would not punish Nezha according to the Heavenly Rules, he would not severely punish his own brothers because of a few words from outsiders.

Even if the Six Eccentrics of Meishan have a thousand faults, they are still his brothers who are willing to give their lives for him. How can they be held accountable for this?

"My point is simple: the root of the conflict lies in the humiliation I suffered at the hands of the Six Devils. I came here to find the Six Devils, but I ran into you first. Therefore, I hope you will not interfere in our feud and let us resolve our dispute ourselves."

Erlang Shen shook his head: "You may not understand the relationship between me and the Six Sages of Meishan... As their lord, I have taken responsibility for their mistakes. If you have any tricks up your sleeve, come at me."

Qin Yao sneered, "What a considerate lord you are! Since you've said so, I'll hold you accountable for spoiling your subordinates and failing to discipline them properly."

Before he finished speaking, he summoned the Four Fiend Swords with a flick of his wrist, his eyes flashing with cold light.

Erlang Shen's face turned ashen. He hadn't expected that this little city god would actually dare to question him. He immediately took out his three-pointed double-edged sword and raised the blade slightly.

"Sword Domain!"

Qin Yao gave a soft shout, and the four swords rang out in unison. The Zhuxian Sword Domain transformed into chaotic energy, rapidly engulfing the entire courtyard.

Erlang Shen, with a solemn and dignified appearance, summoned a large seal with a wave of his hand, releasing a dazzling golden light that rivaled the Chaos Sword Domain.

Qin Yao shouted and unleashed four swords simultaneously, charging towards the seal with fierce sword energy.

Sensing the violent power within the sword, Erlang Shen's expression instantly turned solemn, and he silently recited an incantation.

With the incantation's blessing, golden runes suddenly shone at the bottom of the seal, condensing into a golden scroll that swept towards the four swords like a net.

"Bang bang bang bang~"

However, he still underestimated the ferocity of the four swords. The magnificent seal was easily pierced by the sword blades, and then the four swords swept across the sky and heavily struck the seal.

"Snap..."

With a slight cracking sound, four deep cracks suddenly appeared on the seal, and the next moment it exploded with a bang, sending fragments flying and leaving the entire courtyard in a mess.

Erlang Shen's face darkened again, and he silently gripped his divine weapon tightly... (End of Chapter)