The Supreme Martial Arts Master in the World of Nine

"Whoosh—"

"Finally, everything's plugged in!"

After Zhao Yi planted the last small flag in the ground, he ordered A-Da to guard the exit and rushed into the cave.

"Open the Dharma Eye, connect Yin and Yang!"

Zhao Yi's eyes gleamed with golden light as he charged directly at Wu, the comprador who was locked in combat with Uncle Nine.

The opponent's skills were in no way inferior to Qiu Sheng's, and were even slightly better.

Even when fighting Uncle Nine, he was only slightly at a disadvantage.

"It's a ghost child!"

As soon as Zhao Yi entered, he noticed that above the two of them, the ghost child seemed to be hiding, emitting a faint ghostly aura, as if preparing to launch a sneak attack.

"Master, the ghost child is up there!"

Zhao Yi gave a low shout and rushed forward to join the battle.

Although Zhao Yi's martial arts skills were average, not even much better than Wen Cai's.

However, he possessed unparalleled physical strength and terrifying power. When he threw a punch, it made a whooshing sound, which frightened Wu, the comprador, into retreating repeatedly.

"What's wrong with this kid? Is that a fist or a hammer?"

Wu, the comprador, looked grim.

If Zhao Yi's fist were to hit, the person would probably be out of commission.

"Ah Yi's power has increased again!" Uncle Jiu's eyes lit up, his face full of satisfaction.

After all, Uncle Nine already knew that Zhao Yi was "born with superhuman strength".

boom!

Zhao Yi kicked another large rock, sending it flying and nearly hitting Wu, the comprador.

"No, I'm doomed if this continues!"

Wu, the comprador, gritted his teeth and immediately sent the ghost child flying towards Zhao Yi.

Wu, the comprador, went straight to the cave entrance.

"At worst, the ghost child will get hurt. I can just kill more babies afterward to heal it."

"The most important thing is to escape right now."

Wu, the comprador, had already made up his mind to go to the provincial capital after leaving to find someone to assassinate Uncle Jiu and his men.

He refused to believe that even if Uncle Nine was powerful, he could withstand a gun.

With a few more assassins taking sniper shots, even a master of the mystical arts in the supernatural world would die.

"Imperial Edict!"

When Uncle Nine saw the ghost child fly out, he instantly pulled out the whisk that was stuck in his waist.

In an instant, the limp whisk solidified into a blade, which slashed at the ghost child.

"Ahhh..."

The ghost child let out a terrible scream, and instead of attacking, it flew out of the cave.

"They've walked right into a trap!"

Zhao Yi sneered, stomped his foot, and leaped out like a cannonball, quickly chasing after him.

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple, transformed into divine thunder, the Nine Heavens Responding to the Origin, with majestic heavenly might! Now, the disciples of the Maoshan Heavenly Dao Sect, borrowing heavenly might and wielding divine thunder, obey my command to annihilate evil! Fall—"

Click!

The moment Zhao Yi rushed out, Uncle Nine's peach wood sword was already raised high and brought down.

Zhao Yi then saw a blue-purple lightning bolt transform into a bolt of lightning connecting heaven and earth, which struck the ghost child fiercely.

The powerful ghost child didn't even have a chance to scream before it turned into a wisp of black and red blood and vanished.

The air was filled with the smell of burning.

"This is lightning magic? It's terrifying indeed. Even with my current physique, I could never withstand it, not even if I had skin of copper and bones of iron."

Zhao Yi was also shaken.

This power feels even greater than that of a cannon.

He suddenly realized that the Uncle Nine in front of him was definitely not the one from Mr. Zombie, nor was it the Uncle Nine from any other movie.

Rather, he is a supreme master in the zombie world who is infinitely close to the level of a Celestial Master.

too strong!

"How strong is Shi Jian?"

Zhao Yi then thought of that even stronger senior disciple from Maoshan, who was probably even more terrifying.

[Ding! Host has assisted in slaying the sinner and has gained 5 strands of merit.]

"You get credit for assists?"

Zhao Yi's face lit up with joy, and he became somewhat excited.

"It was definitely worth becoming a disciple; not only can I latch onto someone's coattails, but I can also bask in their merits!"

With his strength, he couldn't kill many evil spirits and monsters, such as the ghost child from earlier.

But by following Uncle Nine, one can gain merit.

"As expected of the sage mentor of all realms in the beginner's village, Uncle Nine is mighty! Keep up the good work and vanquish the demons!"

Zhao Yi was greatly impressed and glanced at the attribute panel again.

The merit points are already eight, enough for four lottery draws.

"Just two more strands of merit needed for another five-pull!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Yi looked at Wu, the comprador.

"You monstrous demon, die now!"

Zhao Yi immediately stomped his foot and rushed out.

This is a person of extreme evil and wickedness, whose sin value has reached the level of the most heinous sins.

The merit of killing him is definitely no less than that of the ghost child.

Even more!

"No--"

Wu, the comprador, showed fear on his face and felt overwhelming regret in his heart.

"Why would I bother with him for no reason!"

Now, they haven't gotten the money, and they're going to lose their lives too.

But there's no such thing as a drug dealer who can't sell medicine. Zhao Yi's iron fist struck Wu the comprador's head like a train crashing down.

puff--

It was like smashing a watermelon with a hammer; it just burst open.

[Ding! The host has cleansed himself of sins and gained 33 strands of merit.]

Holy crap!

Upon hearing the system notification, Zhao Yi couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Although it was speculated that Wu's crimes might be more than those of the ghost child, no one expected them to be so many more.

"However, the merit that the ghost child just received was only from assisting in the kill. Perhaps if he actually killed the enemy, he would receive a dozen or twenty merits."

Zhao Yi took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"The newly acquired 33 strands of merit, plus the previous 8 strands, now make a total of 41 strands."

That's two 2-pulls!

"Ayi, let the Heavenly Dao Divine Soldiers clean up, let's go back to the mortuary."

Uncle Nine walked over at that moment.

However, his face showed signs of fatigue and even pallor.

"Master, are you injured?" Zhao Yi asked hurriedly.

"It's alright, it's just that lightning magic is mentally taxing, and I'm not good at it."

"Therefore, his magical power was depleted, and his mind was damaged."

Uncle Nine shook his head and continued, "The most powerful thunder magic user in our Heavenly Dao Sect is my senior brother, Shi Jian."

"With his cultivation level, he probably wouldn't need to summon the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder; he could simply use the Lightning Thunder Fist to kill this ghost child."

"Our Heavenly Dao Sect has four branches: Thunder Magic, Talismans, Corpse Driving, and Invoking Gods."

"Your Uncle Four Eyes learned corpse driving and summoning gods, I learned talismans, and there are some other fellow disciples who each learned one or two of these supernatural powers."

"However, this thunder technique has the strictest requirements for comprehension and physical constitution. In our Heavenly Dao Sect, only my senior brother Shi Jian has cultivated it to a high level."

"And it was precisely by relying on this thunder technique that our senior brother became the first Taoist in our Heavenly Dao Sect in a hundred years to enter the Heavenly Master realm."

"That was my master, who is also your grandmaster. Back then, he was just like me, and stopped at the peak of the True Person Realm."

"So that's how it is!"

Zhao Yi seemed to be deep in thought.

"Master, let's go back!"

The ghost child has been dealt with, and Wu the comprador has been killed. Now it's time to recuperate and strengthen myself through the lottery.

"good!"

Uncle Nine nodded.

Zhao Yi immediately ordered A'da to pull and take Uncle Jiu back to the mortuary.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu was alright, he took a sip of tea and hurriedly returned to the town.

Since Wu, the comprador, died, Zhao Yi took over the money in his shop.

ten minutes later,

Zhao Yi returned to the town and went straight to Wu's shop.

"Wu, you tried to kill me first, so your estate will be my compensation for emotional distress and medical expenses!"

Zhao Yi touched the wound on his body, grinned, and rushed straight towards Wu Di Trading Company.

"Holy crap, this guy's really rich!"

With just a simple search, they found more than ten thousand silver dollars.

It should be noted that Zhao Yi had only exchanged all the money in the Renjia Town banks, and it was only 20,000 silver dollars.

"What does this guy do with so much money?"

Zhao Yi was immediately surprised, but the shock didn't stop there!

Zhao Yi then discovered another box of small yellow croakers in a hidden compartment in the inner hall.

Its size is more than twice that of the box belonging to Master Simu.

"We're really rich now!"