I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

"Master of the house, master of the house..."

Inside the city of Chaoge, at the home of Boyi Kao, a male servant rushed into the inner courtyard, shouting urgently.

"What's the matter that you're in such a panic?" Ji Chang asked, frowning as he came out upon hearing the voice.

The male attendant, his face filled with panic, said, "Lord Jiang Ziya sent an urgent letter to the capital, claiming that the Marquis of Xibo has declared himself to be Ji Fa, the second son of King Wen, and that he has been offering sacrifices to Heaven and his ancestors at the Marquis of Xiqi's residence, proclaiming himself King Wu of Zhou, the Son of Heaven, worshipping Heaven as his father, and establishing his own fiefdom..."

Ji Chang was shocked, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Oh!"

Bo Yikao, who hadn't left his room in a long time, suddenly opened the door and coldly shouted, "What Zhou emperor?"

"Ji... Ji Fa called himself the Son of Heaven of Zhou, and styled himself King Wu," the male attendant stammered.

Bo Yikao clenched his fists silently, then laughed angrily: "Fine, fine! My Ji clan has now become a laughing stock of the world."

Ji Chang's face twitched; he felt a lump in his throat but couldn't spit it out.

Fa'er, Fa'er, have you considered your father and brothers who are imprisoned in Chaoge when you did this?

soon.

Before the father and son could recover from the news, rotten eggs and vegetable leaves were suddenly thrown in from outside the wall.

Seeing the danger, the male servant quickly dodged, thus avoiding being hit.

"Snapped!"

In contrast, Ji Chang was not so skilled. An egg hit him squarely on the head, and the foul-smelling egg liquid immediately smeared all over his face.

"Master, please come inside quickly." The servant gritted his teeth and stood in front of Ji Chang.

Ji Chang wiped his face, a deep sense of desolation filling his heart, and slowly walked back to his room...

It was nearing evening.

Inside the Longevity Palace.

A member of the Imperial Guard knelt before Uncle Jiu and recounted in detail what he had seen and heard at Boyi Kao's house.

Uncle Nine pondered for a moment, then ordered, "Summon Li Jing to an audience."

The Imperial Guards bowed in response and quietly withdrew.

Before long, Li Jing, dressed in military attire, knelt outside the Shouxian Palace: "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"To prevent any radical subjects from taking their anger out on the Ji family father and son, take some men to guard Boyi Kao's residence," Ninth Uncle instructed.

Li Jing didn't ask why, nor did he question the decision. He accepted the order with his head held high and strode out of the palace without saying another word...

That night.

Yuan Jiao rode his sword, his figure streaking across the starry sky, landing like a shooting star in the courtyard of Boyi Kao's mansion.

Upon hearing the commotion, the guards immediately appeared and surrounded him. Ji Chang and Boyi Kao then stepped out of the room, their eyes peering through the gaps in the crowd at the ethereal figure.

"King Wen, I, Yuan Jiao, bow in reverence."

Yuan Jiao ignored the guards and greeted them with a smile.

“There is no King Wen here, only the disgraced minister Ji Chang,” Ji Chang replied.

Yuan Jiao shook his head, flicked his sleeve and released a wisp of cold smoke, then rushed towards the surrounding guards.

The guards instinctively raised their long swords to parry, but how could their swords withstand the cold smoke? In an instant, they were eroded by the cold smoke and quickly turned into human-shaped ice sculptures.

Upon seeing this, Ji Chang's expression and mindset both changed, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Master Yuan, have you come to rescue us and take us back to Xiqi?"

Yuan Jiao smiled, picked up the flying sword at his feet, bypassed the ice sculptures, and walked straight towards Ji Chang.

Bo Yikao sensed danger and instinctively stepped in front of his father, shouting, "What are you doing?"

Yuan Jiao stopped in his tracks and said indifferently, "Get out of the way."

Bo Yikao coldly said, "I'm warning you, this is the capital of the Yin Shang Dynasty, don't do anything reckless."

"So what if it's the capital? I can do whatever I want with it." Yuan Jiao sneered and suddenly threw his flying sword at Boyi Kao.

"Whoosh..."

The flying sword pierced the air, heading straight for Boyi Kao's chest.

"Ding."

In the nick of time, a long sword flew rapidly from the rooftop, its tip striking the hilt of the flying sword precisely, knocking it to the ground.

Yuan Jiao's smile froze slightly. He glanced to the side and saw a tall, thin man in military uniform arrive on the wind and casually pull out the long sword stuck in the ground.

"Lord Li!" Boyi Kao called out with a sigh of relief and a complicated expression.

Li Jing nodded slightly, stared at Yuan Jiao, and said coldly, "The capital of Yin Shang, under the feet of the King, how dare you rats commit such atrocities?"

Who are you calling a coward?

Enraged, Yuan Jiao formed a sword incantation with his hands, and the flying sword that had been knocked to the ground suddenly pierced through the air, heading straight for Li Jing's chest.

Li Jing's face was cold and stern. He brandished his long sword and engaged in a fierce battle with the flying sword. Although he was not completely powerless to fight back, he was also restrained and unable to spare any energy.

"You think you're so great? I'll kill them both right now, right in front of you."

A sense of pleasure rose in Yuan Jiao's heart. He mocked Li Jing as he slowly walked towards the Ji family father and son.

"Yuan Tianjun." Suddenly, a deep and sorrowful voice rang out from the darkness.

Yuan Jiao's expression changed drastically, and he paused slightly.

The Ji family father and son looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a middle-aged man in full armor with an upright demeanor slowly walking out, his face bearing an extremely complex expression.

Yuan Jiao took a deep breath, mentally prepared himself, and turned around to bow: "Brother Wendao."

He was a second-generation outer disciple of the Jie Sect, and according to seniority, he should be Wen Zhong's uncle.

However, the inner and outer sects of the Jie Sect are two separate systems. For nominal disciples like them, it is not excessive to refer to themselves as senior uncles when facing ordinary third-generation disciples.

However, when facing a direct descendant like Wen Zhong, who has impeccable lineage for three generations, there are many things to consider.

As a result, the seniority system naturally became blurred. Not to mention him, even Zhao Gongming, the senior disciple in the outer sect, would not dare to let Wen Zhong call him "uncle"!
“Heavenly Lord, I don’t understand. The Master has already given orders to the entire Jie Sect that the calamity has begun and that his disciples should not throw themselves into the mortal world to fight. Why don’t you ten Heavenly Lords listen to the Master’s good advice?” Wen Zhong said from the bottom of his heart.

Yuan Jiao said, "If that's the case, why are you still in this mortal world, fellow Daoist?"

Wen Zhong said, "Because I have always been here, and have never been born."

"Does this order specifically target disciples who have left the world?" Yuan Jiao asked.

Wen Zhong: "..."

"You have your reasons, and we have ours."

At first, we just wanted to seek justice for the Four Saints of Kowloon Island, but who would have thought that Jiang Ziya would kill two of our fellow Daoists in succession, and now the two sides are blood enemies.

You are also a disciple of the Jie Sect. It would be fine if you didn't cause trouble for Jiang Ziya, but now you want to make things difficult for me?
"Once this gets out, how will you face your fellow disciples in the Jie Sect?" Yuan Jiao felt he was in the right, so he simply started to criticize.

Wen Zhong shook his head: "You didn't know that Jiang Ziya went to Biyou Palace? Before Jiang Ziya killed them, he didn't give them a chance?"
I'm not siding with Jiang Ziya, but all of his actions were upright and honest, leaving no room for criticism.

"It was you who stubbornly insisted on going into this calamity, and even the sage was helpless. What can he do?"

“Wen Zhong, your heart has gone astray,” Yuan Jiao said.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong knew that there was no point in saying anything more. He summoned his twin whips with a flick of his hand, and used them to break the opponent's flying sword. He said coldly, "With me here, I will not allow you to act so recklessly."

"Good, good, good."

Yuan Jiao trembled with rage, pointing at the broken sword on the ground and saying, "The bond between us as fellow disciples is as strong as this sword!"

Having said that, his body suddenly transformed into a gust of cold wind and left in anger. Wen Zhong sighed, "Disregarding fate and stubbornly pursuing disaster."

"Grand Tutor, I don't understand why the saints of the Jie Sect, or rather the higher-ups of the Jie Sect, don't come to stop these outer sect elites?"

"Could it be that the Jie Sect doesn't care about their lives?" Li Jing suddenly asked from the side.

Wen Zhong shook his head and explained, "It's not that we don't care, but the Jade Emperor, relying on the power of the Dao Ancestor, forced the three religions of Chan, Jie, and Ren to complete the conferment of gods and to confer 365 righteous gods."

The cult leader's idea was to have people with shallow foundations, poor fortune, and little future fill the list and thwart Haotian's conspiracy.

That's why he couldn't personally intervene.

Li Jing, with a far-sighted view, said in a deep voice, "The immortals of the Jie Sect prioritize righteousness. I'm just afraid that if this storm isn't contained from the beginning, it will become uncontrollable later on."

Wen Zhong said helplessly, "Life is like a game of chess. Even a sage can only play the game; he can't overturn the chessboard. Unless..."

“Unless what?” Li Jing asked.

“Unless the Dao Ancestor completely abandons worldly affairs,” Wen Zhong replied.

Li Jing: "..."

The next morning.

Enraged, Yuan Jiao flew back to the Xiqi Royal Palace and addressed the approaching Daoist companions, saying, "Wen Zhong has betrayed the sect."

All the Heavenly Lords: "???"

Ji Fa was overjoyed: "So, does this mean the Jie Sect can finally clean house?"

The Golden Light Mother paused slightly and asked, "Yuan Jiao, what exactly happened?"

Yuan Jiao immediately explained the cause and effect in detail, his narration inevitably tinged with emotion.

However, the others, not being directly involved, didn't share the same feelings and thus realized that Wen Zhong hadn't betrayed his faith; they were simply serving different masters...

After learning the truth, Ji Fa was immediately disappointed.

Yuan Jiao always speaks in a way that is sure to shock, but in reality, it's not like that at all.

"Your Excellencies, I have always had a question."

After a moment of silence, Ji Fa, unwilling to discuss mission information, deliberately changed the subject.

"What's the problem?" Dong Quan asked.

"Can't the Ten Deadly Formations be combined into one? Combining them one by one gives Jiang Ziya and his men the opportunity to defeat them one by one," Ji Fa said.

Dong Quan responded, "No, the reason is simple. Just like you can't merge ten soldiers into one, you can only try your best to improve the individual combat power of those ten soldiers. Or, to put it another way, forcibly adding them together won't make them stronger, so it's meaningless."

Ji Fa remained silent for a moment, then turned to Shen Gongbao: "Grand Master, to prevent the Ten Deadly Formations from being broken one by one, do you think it would be possible to invite some more experts back to assist us?"

Shen Gongbao thought for a moment and said, "I'll go to Meishan. The Seven Heroes of Meishan are quite powerful figures. If we can invite them to help us, it will be like adding wings to a tiger..."

the other side.

In Qishan Mountain.

Huang Tianhua and Tu Xingsun flew down together, cupped their fists and bowed to Qin Yao in front of the cliff: "Uncle-Master".

"Did you borrow it?" Qin Yao asked, turning around.

Both of them shook their heads. Huang Tianhua said in a deep voice, "We didn't even see Master Du'e. He said he didn't want to get involved in the killing and karma, so he refused to meet us, let alone borrow any treasures."

Qin Yao paused slightly, then said, "Then we'll have to use the second method."

"What method?" Tu Xingsun asked.

"Yang Jian," Qin Yao called out softly.

"Your subordinate is here," Yang Jian replied, clasping his hands in greeting.

"It's better to rely on yourself than others. Tonight, you and Tu Xingsun will sneak into the palace and retrieve the Wind and Thunder Staff from Lei Zhenzi. I want to use the Wind and Thunder Staff to forge the Wind and Thunder Cone and pierce this Wind Howling Formation!" Qin Yao said.

"Yes, sir." The two replied in unison.

evening.

Meishan.

With a broad smile, Shen Gongbao landed on a patch of grass at the mountaintop and called out loudly, "Brothers of Meishan, where are you, Brothers of Meishan?"

"Who are you?" A loud echo suddenly resounded from the mountains.

Shen Gongbao said, "I am Shen Gongbao, the Grand Preceptor of Xiqi. I have met you, sir. May I ask who you are?"

"I am Yuan Hong, the leader of the Seven Freaks."

"So it's Fellow Daoist Yuan," Shen Gongbao said warmly.

"Why has the Imperial Preceptor Shen come?" Yuan Hong asked.

"I've come for something that's perfect for both of us."

Shen Gongbao said, "To put it bluntly, I've come to invite the seven of you to serve as officials in Xiqi. The prospect of being ennobled and appointed as generals is just around the corner."

Why do we cultivate so diligently? Is it just to stay hidden in the mountains for an even longer time? Isn't it all for wealth, glory, and the enjoyment of worldly pleasures?

Now an opportunity is presented to you all. If you are willing to come with me to Xiqi, I guarantee that every one of you will become a supreme general.

Yuan Hong was silent for a moment, then said, "You're early."

Shen Gongbao was taken aback: "What do you mean, 'too early'?"

“Our supernatural powers are not yet fully developed, so it is not advisable for us to leave the mountain. Please come back in a few years,” Yuan Hong said.

Shen Gongbao quickly spoke up: "Fellow Daoist Yuan, supernatural powers can also be cultivated on the battlefield. Perhaps you can gain even more in combat and make rapid progress."

"No need to say more, we will never leave the mountain before we have mastered our supernatural powers," Yuan Hong said resolutely.

Shen Gongbao: "..."

That night.

Ji Fa did not blame Shen Gongbao, who had left in high spirits but returned disappointed. Instead, he hosted a banquet for him and offered words of comfort.

Lei Zhenzi was also among those invited, but he had no good feelings towards Ji Fa and Shen Gongbao, so he took his leave shortly after the banquet began and returned to his residence.

Unexpectedly, his mother, Lady Tai Si, was sitting in his room, clearly waiting for him to return...

"Mother, you wanted to see me?"

Lei Zhenzi slowly walked up to her and asked softly.

The middle-aged-looking Lady Tai Si, dressed in purple, nodded slightly: "I couldn't sleep, so I came to talk to you."

Lei Zhenzi sat opposite her and asked, "Mother, is something on your mind?"

“I’m worried that your eldest brother… no, your second brother will abandon us again and escape alone,” said Lady Tai Si.

Lei Zhenzi comforted her, saying, "Mother, don't worry. Even if this happens again, I can still get you out of the palace."

"Where does my son's confidence come from? Jiang Ziya killed two Heavenly Kings in succession; his strength must be extraordinary," said Lady Tai Si.

Lei Zhenzi silently summoned the Wind and Thunder Staff, infusing it with a little magic power. Gale-force winds swirled around the staff, and lightning crackled within.

"Mother, this magic weapon of mine can not only be used for fighting, but also for escaping. When I run away with it, I can travel ten thousand miles in an instant, and I will never be caught by Jiang Ziya."

Lady Tai Si stared intently at the Wind and Thunder Cudgel and said, "My eyesight is failing me; I can't even see clearly from this distance."

Lei Zhenzi thoughtfully handed the Wind and Thunder Cudgel to her, smiling as he spoke:
"Mother, please take this and look at it carefully... Please believe me, your child has the ability to protect you!" (End of Chapter)