The Supreme Martial Arts Master in the World of Nine

"Ren Weiyong in the story was killed by Uncle Jiu before he even had a chance to grow up."

"Just looking at the ending alone, you can see Ren Weiyong's potential."

Zhao Yi immediately began to ponder.

At the end of Mr. Zombie, Ren Weiyong even developed sentience.

Not only did they gain new perspectives, but they also developed a capacity for thought that transcended their bloodthirsty instincts.

"Unfortunately, I am not from the corpse-driving lineage, nor do I possess the secret techniques of corpse-driving."

"Moreover, the system is bound to my physique, and my ultimate limit is to prove the Dao through strength."

"Without the right innate talent and comprehension, I probably wouldn't be able to learn the art of corpse driving well."

Zhao Yi recalled his experience of studying the Maoshan Great Cave True Scripture.

Even with Uncle Nine's guidance, it still seemed obscure and difficult to understand, which made him realize that with his aptitude and comprehension at level 1, he was just an ordinary person.

Taoist magic can only be mastered by geniuses.

The limit for an ordinary person is probably only someone like Qiu Sheng, who is probably not even as good as Shi Jian's son.

"I've told you everything, please spare my life!" Seeing Zhao Yi remain silent, Feng Luoyan couldn't help but wail.

He's persevered for so many years, he absolutely cannot die like this.

It doesn't matter if this plan fails; as long as we survive, there will still be opportunities.

"Spare your life? Don't even dream about it!"

Zhao Yi suddenly grinned and punched Feng Luoyan hard in the chest.

With a muffled crack, Feng Luoyan's chest instantly caved in.

"you......"

Feng Luoyan's eyes widened, but before he could finish speaking, he breathed his last.

[Ding! The host has cleansed himself of sins and gained 10 strands of merit.]

The next moment, a crisp notification sound echoed in Zhao Yi's mind.

"Awesome, another five consecutive draws!" Zhao Yi was overjoyed.

After the system is upgraded to LV.2, it will take 2 strands to draw a prize.

Defeating Feng Luoyan grants 10 strands of merit, just enough for a five-pull draw.

"But we need to deal with this guy first. Go, throw him in a mass grave!"

It would be troublesome if Feng Luoyan died here, so Zhao Yi would naturally have to deal with it.

Now that we have paper puppets, things are much more convenient.

This is much more useful than ordinary subordinates or servants.

Whoosh!

The paper puppet grabbed Feng Luoyan's corpse from the ground, instantly transforming into a murderous aura that shot into the sky and disappeared before their eyes.

"According to Feng Luoyan, paper puppets consume a person's vital energy, so he doesn't dare to use them for extended periods of time."

"But my constitution is amazing, and my blood and energy are abundant. Even if I use it every day, it doesn't have much of an effect."

Watching the departing paper puppet, Zhao Yi stroked his chin, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Ordinary people can handle ordinary tasks, but there are some things they can't do and lack loyalty for.

"Unfortunately, the method of making these paper puppets is too evil. Not only does it violate the laws of nature, but it may also cause the loss of merit and good karma. I absolutely cannot make them myself."

"I really hope a few more guys like Feng Luoyan come to my door and deliver magical artifacts."

Zhao Yi was in a great mood and, taking advantage of his good state, immediately started the lottery.

"System, five consecutive draws!"

[Ding, congratulations host, you have gained +1 to Constitution] [Ding, congratulations host, you have gained +1 to Constitution] [Ding, congratulations host, you have gained +2 to Constitution due to double critical hit]...

"It's true what they say, good things come to those who are in high spirits, and my 7 AM health bonus is here again! This is fantastic!"

Zhao Yi's face lit up with even more joy.

"Haha, Young Master Zhao, you've kept me waiting!"

Just then, Wu, the comprador, walked over with a young man in his late twenties, all smiles.

"Are they like me, lucky ones who received a windfall?"

Zhao Yi also curiously sized up the other party.

The man was wearing a coarse cloth jacket that was neither new nor new, with the cuffs worn shiny and even the hems of his trousers covered in mud, as if he had just come from the countryside.

He was wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and his round face showed a hint of restraint.

Looking at Zhao Yi, there was still a shy smile on his face, and his eyes were slightly lowered, as if he were gentle.

"What an honest-looking guy!" Zhao Yi was also somewhat surprised.

He's like a classic extra straight out of a movie; anyone who sees him for the first time would think he's an honest and simple person.

"Hello, Young Master Zhao. My name is Li Qingshan. I apologize for keeping you waiting."

The round-faced man spoke with a somewhat awkward and simple expression.

"Alright, let's not waste any more words. Let's finish the transaction quickly so I can call someone to clean up the shop," Zhao Yi said casually.

"Okay, okay!"

Comprador Hong was stunned for a moment, then exchanged a glance with Li Qingshan and then laughed.

The three of them went to the lobby of the restaurant, found a table, signed the sales agreement, and Li Qingshan took out the property deed.

Next, all you need to do is go to the town hall to renew the property deed.

"Hahaha, it's a pleasure to do business with you!" The comprador Hong burst into laughter.

"Then we'll take our leave!" Li Qingshan said in a simple and honest manner.

"Go ahead!"

Zhao Yi smiled and waved.

Now that we have the house, we'll find someone to tidy it up a bit and buy some daily necessities, and we can move in tonight.

Whoosh!

A streak of black smoke streaked across the sky, fell into the restaurant, and finally landed in the lobby.

"This is incredibly efficient!"

Zhao Yi was secretly pleased as he looked at the expressionless, cold and eerie paper puppet.

The town is almost a hundred miles away from the mass grave, but the paper puppet only took a dozen minutes to make the round trip.

This speed is truly astonishing, even surpassing that of ordinary airplanes.

"I won't put away the paper puppets anymore. With my constitution, my blood and energy are enough to support my daily life."

"Not only can they help me with tasks, but they can also act as my bodyguard."

"Later I'll get a high-end rickshaw, then I'll have a means of transportation too."

Zhao Yi became more and more excited as he thought about it, and his whole body became much more energetic.

"I never imagined that I, Zhao Yi, would one day have bodyguards."

"However, the murderous aura around him is quite strong. Ordinary people can't see it, but it will be detected once they encounter a cultivator. I should ask my master if there's any way to conceal it."

He thought for a moment and then immediately locked the restaurant.

"First, go back to the mortuary and tell your master about the housewarming and exorcism, and then ask about how to deal with the paper puppets."

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Yi immediately drove the carriage back to the mortuary.

bass!

Before Zhao Yi could even enter the mortuary, Uncle Nine rushed back from inside.

"Is this A-Yi's carriage?"

"You audacious evil spirit, how dare you try to harm my disciple!"

Uncle Nine's face was stern, his body radiating magical power, and he quickly formed hand seals, about to unleash his magic.

"Master, it's me, not an evil spirit!" Zhao Yi immediately got down from the carriage.

"Ayi, what's going on?"

When Uncle Nine saw Zhao Yi come down, he was stunned because he didn't seem to be possessed by any evil spirits.

"Master, let's go back inside and talk. I'll explain it to you slowly."

Zhao Yi smiled and looked at Wen Cai, who was catching up from behind, and said, "Senior Brother Wen Cai, please park this carriage for me. You and Master can use it for transportation from now on."

"Okay, okay!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Cai's eyes lit up, and he immediately became excited.

Zhao Yi then brought the paper puppet to the main hall of the mortuary.

"Master, the story begins when I left home this morning..."

The events were not complicated, and Zhao Yi quickly recounted them.

"Mr. Ren told me again yesterday that he wants to exhume and relocate the grave of Old Master Ren before the Qingming Festival."

"I'm also prepared to offer some advice, since in this kind of situation, it's better to stay put than to take action."

"I never imagined that Old Master Ren would turn into a zombie!"

Uncle Nine was also somewhat shocked upon hearing this.

But then he quickly remembered something and asked, "Ah Yi, this paper puppet is extraordinary. In terms of strength alone, it's probably no match for ordinary zombies."

"To subdue someone using Taoist magic, one must at least reach the peak of the Taoist realm; it is an extremely evil and unorthodox technique."

"You actually managed to block it?"

With his keen eyesight, Uncle Nine could discern the strength of the paper puppet with just a glance.

If one lacks the necessary magical abilities, attempting to subdue them by force is even more troublesome than dealing with zombies.

But Zhao Yi has only been an apprentice for a few days?

He's still far from reaching the Dao Realm, and his skills are far inferior to Qiu Sheng's. How did he manage to subdue this paper puppet?

"Hehe, Master, I'm naturally strong!"