The Supreme Martial Arts Master in the World of Nine

Chi Chi Chi!

In just a moment, the samurai sword, which had been lifeless and filled with demonic energy, suddenly turned red and hot.

It was as if they were placed in a furnace at a temperature of over 1,000 degrees Celsius and roasted alive for half a day.

"Um?"

Zhao Yi seemed to have noticed this change as well.

"It's my blood!"

He suddenly seemed to understand something.

In many storylines, such as Mr. Zombie, there are scenes where Uncle Nine and others use the blood from their middle fingers to break evil magic or deal with zombies.

That is the blood of a cultivator, someone with spiritual power and magical abilities!

Although Zhao Yi's blood may lack sufficient magical power and profound cultivation.

But his physique was unparalleled, so powerful that he had even transformed into a body of copper and iron.

Such a physique, with blood that is extremely strong and yang, may also be able to ward off evil.

"My blood can fight off evil magic!"

"If I continue to strengthen my physique and increase my constitution points, will my blood become even stronger than things like exorcism holy water?"

Zhao Yi's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope.

He has average comprehension and ordinary talent; it would probably take him several years to even begin to enter the Dao.

Even Qiu Sheng, who has followed Uncle Jiu for so many years, is still a long way from entering the Dao.

Cultivating the Tao has never been about time, but about talent and innate ability.

People with good talent can really progress by leaps and bounds.

However, those with less talent also face great difficulties. Even after a thousand days of arduous practice, they cannot compare to the progress others make in just one or two days of casual practice.

Zhao Yi had an attribute panel, so he naturally knew that his talent was only average.

So he was almost in despair just now.

but now,

He saw hope again!

"Once the restaurant matter is resolved, I need to go to the provincial capital and find a way to exchange all the silver dollars I have for physique points."

"No matter how much money you have, it's useless if you don't live to spend it!" Zhao Yi thought to himself.

At this moment, he had made up his mind completely.

If it were a typical warlord era, like the Republic of China in his previous life, he might have slowly cultivated Taoism and enjoyed life more.

But this world is ultimately different.

He's only been in the time traveler for a few days?

We encountered so many ghosts and monsters!

Therefore, in this world, power is more important than money.

Having enough money is fine, but having extraordinary power is still the best option.

"Jie—"

Zhao Yi's gaze grew sharper and more determined, but the ghost child couldn't help but scream.

The katana seems to have a very special relationship with the demon child, and now it has become like a red-hot iron, causing the demon child unbearable pain.

"I'll be back tomorrow night!"

Just then, the ghost child let out a roar, transformed into a red streak, and streaked away through the rainbow.

"We're safe now—"

With a thud, Zhao Yi sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

So much happened in just a short time tonight.

"It seems my blood is better than any black dog blood or rooster blood."

"But I'm made of steel, so it's not convenient for me to have my blood drawn."

"Besides, even putting aside the fact that ordinary swords and blades can't penetrate my copper skin and iron bones, I can't just injure myself every time I encounter evil magic, can I?"

Zhao Yi looked at what was in front of him and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Fortunately, we now have some ways to deal with evil magic.

"Perhaps I can solve this problem once I have more constitution points."

He recalled that after his physique broke through 30 points last time, he obtained the Copper Skin and Iron Bones.

So perhaps the next transformation will also involve new methods.

"My current physique is 45 points. Maybe I should try to get it to 100 points first," Zhao Yi thought to himself.

Anyone who has played the game or seen the upgrade system knows that some numbers are quite special.

比如10、30、50、100、300、500、1000......

These are all subject to change.

"So, Wu, the comprador, is thinking of causing me trouble tomorrow night? Hmph, I'll take care of you today."

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Yi's eyes.

If you're not ruthless, you can't stand firm!

"The wound has stopped bleeding, but it still needs treatment. Let's go back to the mortuary first!"

Zhao Yi lifted the lining and discovered a knife scar on his chest, more than a foot long.

That samurai sword was strange; it actually cut through his copper-like skin and iron bones as easily as cutting through leather.

Fortunately, Zhao Yi's blood was extraordinary, which directly forced the ghost child to retreat.

Otherwise, he might really die tonight.

"A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years, but let whoever wants to be a gentleman be one; I'm going to be a true villain."

"A petty person takes revenge without holding back overnight; I'll kill you in no time."

Zhao Yi immediately got up and quickly returned to the restaurant with A Da.

There was no time to go back to the backyard, so I sat directly on the rickshaw outside the door, choosing a comfortable position to avoid the wound bleeding again from the impact.

"Get there as fast as you can!" Zhao Yi immediately gave the Heavenly Dao Divine Weapon the order.

boom!

Ah Da pushed off with his feet and shot out like a cannonball.

"So fast!"

Zhao Yi immediately heard the sound of wind in his ear.

This speed exceeds 100 km/h, comparable to driving a car.

But the rickshaw was very stable, and Ah Da's strength perfectly absorbed the bumps.

"Having Ah Da pull the cart was definitely the right thing to do." Zhao Yi's mood improved considerably.

The rickshaw ride was actually much more comfortable than the horse-drawn carriage.

After all, even the most luxurious horse-drawn carriages of that era couldn't compare to the shock absorption of later automobiles, and the ride was still quite bumpy.

But Ah Da's rickshaw seemed to be suspended in mid-air, as stable as if he were riding in an airplane.

"No wonder those ghost brides love riding in sedan chairs; they're really comfortable."

Being carried in a sedan chair by little devils is probably quite similar to flying in an airplane.

After all, they can fly.

Ah Da was very fast; what would normally be a journey of more than an hour was covered in just ten minutes.

"Oh, Junior Brother, what brings you here?"

Just as Wencai was about to lock the gate of the mortuary, he saw Zhao Yi getting off the rickshaw and asked with a smile.

"Is Master here? I have something important to say!" Zhao Yi was still injured and had no time for small talk.

"Oh, Master is here, in the ancestral hall," Wencai quickly replied.

"Um!"

Zhao Yi immediately strode towards the ancestral hall.

Ah Da, however, waited outside the mortuary while holding onto the rickshaw, and did not go in with them.

He came to invite Uncle Jiu, and he would be returning to town soon.

"Auntie, are you hurt?"

As soon as Zhao Yi entered the ancestral hall, before he could even speak, Uncle Jiu frowned and revealed a solemn expression.

Given the size of the wound, Zhao Yi only treated it briefly on the way.

It was quite dark outside, and Wencai was careless, so he didn't notice.

But Uncle Nine noticed it at a glance.

"Master, just now..."

Zhao Yi didn't waste any time and quickly and concisely told Uncle Jiu what had happened earlier.

From Li Qiushui's evil spirit to Wu the comprador's ghost child, and the eerie blood-red rope manipulation, etc.

"Li Qiushui has been dealt with by the Heavenly Dao Divine Weapon, so there's no more trouble for her."

"But that ghost child is no ordinary person..."

Uncle Nine spoke slowly, but his expression was very solemn.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be a branch of the Nine Chrysanthemums School, known as the 'Eastern Esoteric Heretical School'!"