I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Like Ma Xiaoling in version 1.0, Ma Xiaoling in version 3.0, due to her upbringing and the worldview she developed over twenty years, does not allow her to accept sharing a husband with other women without any reservations, just like women in ancient times.

This is also one of the main reasons why Kuang Tianyou couldn't have two women in the original drama. She felt this way about Kuang Tianyou in the original drama, and she feels the same way now…

"Thank you for not lying to me."

Lowering her head to conceal the emotions in her eyes, Ma Xiaoling spoke slowly.

“We are both cultivators, and we should know that romantic love is only a small part of life. So I hope that even if we can't be lovers, we can still be friends,” Qin Yao said sincerely.

Ma Xiaoling nodded: "I'm leaving now..."

"If you encounter any more trouble, remember to come to me," Qin Yao instructed.

A moment later, watching Ma Xiaoling's retreating figure, Uncle Jiu suddenly asked, "You won't blame me, will you?"

"of course not."

Qin Yao smiled and said, "Perhaps, this is the best arrangement..."

The next day.

Just as Ma Xiaoling had composed herself and was focusing all her energy on training the team members, a small truck suddenly drove into the training ground, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

From the crowd, Mao You was the first to step forward, looking up at the driver who was turning to get out of the car: "What are you doing here?"

"Someone asked me to deliver a batch of goods to you."

The driver responded, then went to the back of the car, opened the hood, and took out a large box.

Mao You asked cautiously, "Who sent it? What's inside?"

"The other party's surname is Qin, and it seems to contain ritual implements used for performing rituals," the driver replied.

Mao You: "..."

Lean less.

As the driver sped away, Mao You opened the box in front of all the members of the Supernatural Flying Tigers, taking out talismans, calligraphy brushes, small Bagua mirrors, and other items—a total of eight pieces of equipment.

"These magical artifacts are too powerful."

Sensing the energy contained in each magical artifact, Mao You's face lit up with joy. He suddenly looked up at Ma Xiaoling and said, "Instructor Ling, your reputation is the most valuable asset in Hong Kong."

Ma Xiaoling: "..."

No one knows how complicated her feelings are right now, but the problem is that it's not something she can talk about, which makes it impossible for her to resolve her emotions.

Before we knew it, a day had passed in the midst of intensive training.

Just as Ma Xiaoling glanced at her watch, preparing to announce the end of class, a man in uniform with a buzz cut and a fierce-looking face suddenly strode into the training field.

"Assemble, salute."

Mao You glanced at him and immediately called out.

In an instant, the nine Flying Tigers members, along with Mao You, stomped their feet, raised their hands, saluted, and shouted in unison, "Greetings, Commander Chen."

Commander Chen stopped in front of them and smiled slightly: "Not bad, Instructor Ma's teaching is excellent."

Ma Xiaoling shook her head: "You flatter me."

“Good is good, no need to be modest.” Commander Chen said, “As the saying goes, ‘An army is raised for a thousand days to be used for one hour,’ and now we need them.”

Ma Xiaoling was stunned.

This training has only lasted a few days; how can you expect to train soldiers for a thousand days?

Sending this group of team members, who have just received Taoist training and are familiar with the use of magical artifacts, to carry out supernatural missions is risking their lives.

"Sir, what's the mission?" Mao You asked tentatively, his voice filled with worry.

Commander Chen replied, "Two hours ago, headquarters received a call reporting that a television production crew had gone missing at the Viking Hotel. At the same time, dark figures equal to the number of the production crew appeared on the wall. The hotel suspects it's the work of ghosts, which is where the Paranormal Flying Tigers come in."

Ma Xiaoling said, "But their training time is too short..."

"Isn't it because you're here to protect me?"

Commander Chen said, "Soldiers are trained, not drilled. Instructor Ma, just treat this as a training exercise."

“I disagree,” Ma Xiaoling said.

"This is an order!" Commander Chen suddenly became serious: "Instructor Ma, you have no room for negotiation."

Ma Xiaoling: "..."

This is the main reason why she hates the system: a fool's wrong decision could cost the lives of many lower-level subordinates.

"Xiao Ling."

Shortly after, just as she was about to argue her point, Mao You suddenly raised her hand, grabbed her arm, and shook her head slightly.

Ma Xiaoling glanced at her, but ultimately chose to acquiesce to the mission...

at the same time.

Mr. Tianyi slowly arrived at the second floor of Jiajia Building and knocked on the door of the east-facing apartment.

Inside the room, in the entryway, Qin Yao looked at the man in the white suit standing opposite him, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Who are you looking for?"

Mr. Tianyi smiled and said, "I'm looking for you."

"What is it?" Qin Yao asked.

"I want to ask you a favor."

Qin Yao chuckled and said, "I don't even know you, why should I help you?"

"The so-called like-minded people are those who help each other. If you help me today, I will help you in the future when you need help."

Mr. Tianyi said, "Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the famous Iron Plate Diviner from three places. What do you need from me, Mr. Tianyi?"

Qin Yao asked, "What do you want me to do for you?"

“It should be very simple for you: to deliver an evil spirit from its suffering,” Mr. Tianyi said.

"What evil spirit?" Qin Yao asked knowingly.

“A little girl from World War II, she’s currently at the Viking Hotel,” Mr. Tianyi said.

"Why don't you go yourself?" Qin Yao retorted. "Don't tell me you can't beat them."

Mr. Tianyi sighed: "I have no face to face her, because she is a spiritual weapon that I created when I was ten years old."

He had actually considered asking the Holy Mother of the West for help, but he was wary of the woman's madness.

After thinking it over, I still felt it was safer to go find Qin Yao, a normal person.

Qin Yao asked, "A spirit weapon... has she ever killed anyone?"

Mr. Tianyi paused slightly: "Perhaps, but there is a reason for it. She and her parents died from the atomic bomb. The intense resentment twisted her mind, turning her into a vengeful spirit."

"Why did the atomic bomb fall on her family?" Qin Yao asked meaningfully.

Mr. Tianyi: "..."

"To sum it up, it's like this: a Japanese devil, after being killed by an atomic bomb, didn't go to harm the Ugly people, but came to Hong Kong to harm the Chinese, and you still feel sorry for her, want to pray for her soul, and even want to force her to have a happy ending," Qin Yao said slowly.

Mr. Tianyi let out a long sigh: "She's just a child..."

“No, she is an evil spirit,” Qin Yao emphasized.

Mr. Tianyi reiterated: "Before becoming an evil spirit, she was just a child."

"Nonsense," Qin Yao said. "All criminals were children at one point. Don't you find it ridiculous to use the fact that she was a child years ago to exempt her from punishment?"

Mr. Tianyi realized he couldn't win an argument with him, so he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I won't ask for your help anymore. Just pretend I was never here."

“Okay, but that evil spirit must die.” Qin Yao nodded, and his body instantly disappeared from the spot.

Mr. Tianyi was shocked and turned around abruptly, smashing the door across the hall.

In the blink of an eye, the door across the hall was opened from the inside, and the Holy Mother of Yaochi said with a half-smile, "It seems that even you can make a mistake." Mr. Tianyi said with a wry smile, "It was an 'accident,' so it's normal for him to make a mistake; Holy Mother, please go and save that child."

"Have you forgotten something?" asked the Holy Mother of Yaochi.

Mr. Tianyi hesitated: "You don't want to be Qin Yao's enemy for the time being?"

"Not at all."

The Holy Mother of Yaochi lost her smile and solemnly said, "Besides being the main god who spreads plagues, I am also the main god who rewards good and punishes evil."

"You want me to stand against Qin Yao for the sake of an evil spirit? How could I possibly agree to that?"

Mr. Tianyi: "..."

Inside the Viking Hotel.

A little girl with disheveled hair and an ugly appearance suddenly appeared in front of the Supernatural Flying Tigers, and said with a grin, "Someone else is here. Shall we play a game?"

Ma Xiaoling brandished her demon-subduing staff and sneered, "Fine, I'll play with you."

Seeing the magical power flowing within the Demon-Subduing Staff, the little girl's smile faltered slightly: "You're not fun, I'm not playing with you."

"It's not up to you."

Ma Xiaoling gave a soft shout, suddenly leaped up, and struck the little girl's head heavily with a stick.

"You're a bad person!" the little girl screamed, then suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the doll in her hand. The doll grew larger and larger until it crashed heavily to the ground.

Ma Xiaoling's expression changed drastically. She forcibly stopped herself, cast an exorcism spell, and summoned the Ma family's divine dragon.

With a resounding dragon roar, the golden dragon soared out and charged fiercely towards the gigantic, terrifying doll.

"boom!"

The dragon struck the doll's chest, causing it to explode instantly, shattering the doll into pieces, but leaving the little girl who had escaped beforehand unharmed.

"Can you still release such a divine dragon?"

The little girl flew at an incredible speed through the hotel lobby, her smile returning to her face.

"Do you still have any dolls?" Ma Xiaoling replied, and then began to chase after the other party.

"Your strongest move broke my strongest move, so we're even. But you have a weakness, and I don't."

The little girl glanced at the Flying Tigers members and chuckled: "The game has officially started. The game is called Ghost Hunting. The rules are very simple: whoever I tap on the shoulder becomes the 'ghost'."

If the 'ghost' pats a person on the shoulder before the music stops, the person patted becomes the new 'ghost'.

Conversely, if the mission is not completed, the 'ghost' will die.

Of course, ghosts can pat people, and people can pat ghosts; if someone pats a ghost on the shoulder, the ghost will die.

After saying that, she scanned the nine Flying Tigers members, looking them over and over, and finally arrived at one of them with lightning speed. She raised her hand, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled, "You've become a ghost, haven't you? You'll die if you don't pat someone else."

Enraged, Ma Xiaoling swung her demon-subduing staff, but the little girl vanished again at an incredible speed.

She was no match for Ma Xiaoling, but it wouldn't be easy for Ma Xiaoling to deal with her either.

"Instructor, am I really going to die?"

The officer who was slapped on the shoulder trembled uncontrollably, looking at Ma Xiaoling with a pleading expression.

Ma Xiaoling strode up to him, raised her hand and touched his forehead, but could not find the root of the problem. She could only sense a yin energy constantly moving within his body.

"You won't die, pat me on the shoulder!"

After much deliberation, Ma Xiaoling said in a deep voice.

She was confident in her own cultivation level and firmly believed that even if the evil spirit cast a curse, it would not be able to kill her from a distance.

"No way." However, Mao You dared not gamble and immediately shouted.

"why not?"

The teammate who was patted on the shoulder suddenly turned to look at Mao You, his eyes filled with a hint of resentment: "Are you saying that I deserve to be unlucky, that I deserve to die?"

Mao You: "..."

"Stop talking nonsense and take the picture," Ma Xiaoling said.

The team member was overjoyed and immediately reached out to pat Ma Xiaoling on the shoulder.

Just as his palm touched her shoulder, Ma Xiaoling clearly felt a cold aura surge into her body with the contact. She immediately sat cross-legged and did her best to block and control this power.

"Thank you, instructor."

Upon seeing this, the team member spoke from the bottom of his heart.

However, something unexpected happened suddenly. The little girl reappeared beside him, raised her hand and patted his other shoulder, saying with a teasing smile, "You've turned into a ghost again."

The team member who was photographed was stunned. After realizing what had happened, he instantly broke down in tears: "Why did you do this to me?"

The little girl vanished into thin air, leaving only her voice echoing in their ears: "Hurry up and act, you don't have that woman's magic power, you can't withstand my curse."

"Kimura, don't move!"

Upon hearing this, a police officer suddenly drew his gun, pointed it at his comrade who was being filmed, and shouted sternly.

Kimura looked in the direction of the voice: "Oolong, are you pointing a gun at me?"

"I just don't want to see you hurt people."

"Harmful? I'm the victim here!"

"Stop arguing," Mao You said irritably.

Kimura then looked at her and said, "Officer Mao, can I take a picture?"

“No.” A round-faced police officer immediately said.

Oolong shouted, "Kimura, squat down and put your hands on your head!"

"ridiculous."

Kimura suddenly drew his gun and pointed it at Wulong: "You just want to mess with me, don't you? Fine, when I die, I'll definitely take you down with me."

Ma Xiaoling looked at the scene with disappointment and said, "Alright, keep filming me."

The Ma family's ancestral motto is to uphold righteousness and ward off evil; this is her destiny and responsibility.

"Did you hear that? The instructor told me to take this picture."

Kimura was overjoyed and quickly walked over to Ma Xiaoling, patting her on the shoulder again.

As another surge of yin energy entered her body, Ma Xiaoling's blood and qi surged, and she felt a sweet taste in her throat. She forced herself to swallow the blood, but her face turned uncontrollably pale.

After shamelessly filming Ma Xiaoling a second time, Kimura felt too ashamed to stay, so he decisively turned around and rushed towards the gate.

But to his utter surprise, as he ran, the little girl's ghost clung to him again, patting him on the shoulder: "It's you again..."

Kimura completely broke down and kept firing at the little girl. However, for this vengeful ghost with the power to destroy a city, the spirit-infused bullets could not keep up with its speed and were easily dodged by her.

"Instructor Ma, could I..."

After emptying all the bullets from the magazine, Kimura finally calmed down and looked up at Ma Xiaoling.

"You bastard!" Wulong roared in anger and lunged at the other man, and the two began to wrestle.

Ma Xiaoling felt both helpless and desperate.

That brat is simply toying with people's hearts and human nature, yet people's hearts are so easily tested.

"Qin Yao, will you show up again this time?"

Suddenly, the thought flashed through my mind like lightning and took deep root in my consciousness.

In the past, whenever she was in danger, he was always there to rely on.

Now, she doesn't know if he will ever appear again. She both wants to see him and doesn't want to see him; the feelings of a young girl are something even she can't explain... (End of Chapter)