The Supreme Martial Arts Master in the World of Nine

"What is it?"

Wencai was completely dumbfounded when he heard what Uncle Jiu said.

"Yellow paper, vermilion pen, black ink, kitchen knife, wooden sword!"

Zhao Yi smiled and said, "No need for the wooden sword, Master's peach wood sword is here."

"oh!"

Wencai then realized what was happening, nodded sheepishly, and quickly called Qiusheng to help with the preparations.

"Master, how do you plan to deal with Old Master Ren?" Zhao Yi asked with a smile.

"I created my own Seven Stars Heavenly Dao Formation, which can suppress evil spirits, ward off evil, and refine corpse energy."

"As long as we remove the corpse aura from Old Master Ren, he won't turn into a zombie for a while."

"Once I find a new burial site, one that isn't a corpse-raising ground, this matter will be resolved," Uncle Nine said in a deep voice.

"Master, everything is ready!"

Wencai and Qiusheng also came over at this time after they finished their work.

"Let's begin!"

Uncle Jiu nodded and immediately walked towards the ancestral hall.

Grandma Ren's body was also placed here.

Uncle Nine quickly put on his Taoist robe, picked up a cinnabar pen, and began to draw talismans rapidly on the yellow paper.

"It's a talisman for communicating with spirits!"

Upon seeing the design of the talisman, Zhao Yi recalled some content from the Maoshan True Explanation.

Soon, Uncle Nine drew seven divine talismans in one go.

Whoosh!

The next moment, Uncle Nine looked at Zhao Yi and said with a serious expression, "Ah Yi, the peach wood sword."

"You've arrived, Master!"

Zhao Yi casually tossed the peach wood sword over.

Uncle Nine immediately flipped in mid-air and caught the peach wood sword.

"It's 'Kui Xing Worships the Dipper' from the Xiaomaoshan Swordplay!"

Zhao Yi was also somewhat curious when he saw that Uncle Jiu immediately started practicing sword moves on the altar after receiving the peach wood sword.

"Master said before that the Kui Xing worships the Dipper move mainly relies on the power of the Twenty-Eight Constellations."

"Is he going to borrow the power of the stars?" Zhao Yi wondered with curiosity.

Watching Uncle Nine perform rituals at the altar is truly a pleasure.

"If this scene were to take place in a superstitious place like Hong Kong, the appearance fee would probably be seven figures."

Zhao Yi watched with great interest.

"open!"

boom--

With a low shout from Uncle Nine, the lid of Old Master Ren's coffin was pulled by an invisible force and instantly flew off.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, gods appear from all directions, the stars of the heavens lend me their power, the power of the constellations forms the array flags, the Seven Star Lamp guides the path of the corpse's aura!"

In an instant, the seven glass lotus lamps on Uncle Nine's altar suddenly burst into flame.

Whoosh whoosh!

The moment the Seven Star Lamp was lit, the starry sky outside transformed into seven beams of pure white moonlight, which entered Old Master Ren's seven orifices.

"Disperse the corpse energy!"

hiss hiss hiss—

In an instant, a dense aura of death erupted from Old Master Ren's corpse.

"Ah, it's come back to life!"

Wencai jumped up instinctively, but Qiusheng, who was next to him, grabbed him.

"Don't panic, Master has just removed the corpse energy," Qiu Sheng quickly said.

About three minutes later, Old Master Ren's body fell completely still.

The corpse's aura dissipated completely.

"Alright, Wencai, Qiusheng, you two tidy up here."

Uncle Nine put down the peach wood sword and took off his Taoist robe.

"Master, you're amazing!"

Zhao Yi walked over, smiling and giving a thumbs up.

It must be said that Uncle Nine's movements were fluid and graceful, full of Taoist charm, and truly pleasing to the eye.

"You little brat!"

Uncle Nine couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, but Zhao Yi still saw a hint of smugness in Uncle Nine's eyes.

Everyone loves to eat chicken drumsticks, and everyone likes to hear nice words.

"By the way, you've also learned the Mountain-Pushing Palm and swordsmanship. I've thought of a way to make use of your Candle Dragon scale," Uncle Nine suddenly said.

"What method?" Zhao Yi's eyes lit up immediately, and he asked with some curiosity.

"There are three ways to use that scale."

"The first thing I'll do is make you a shield-type magical artifact."

"The second option is to make it into a boxing glove."

"The third thing is to forge a sword."

Uncle Nine pondered for a moment before slowly speaking.

"I am already a Vajra Body, and I also have an indestructible Vajra Body, so I don't need a shield at all."

"As for boxing gloves, they're even less useful. My physique is strong whether I wear boxing gloves or not."

"I would like to forge a sword that, when combined with my power, would perhaps enhance my offensive capabilities."

"Moreover, a magical sword made from the scales of the Candle Dragon might have special effects."

Zhao Yi's eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly said to Uncle Jiu.

"Master, I have just learned the Little Maoshan Sword Technique and I really want a good sword."

Magical artifacts crafted from the scales of the Candle Dragon are almost certainly of good quality.

"Yes, I'm going to visit a good friend these days."

"He is the successor of the Iron Slaughter Sect and is most skilled at forging weapons."

"You can entrust your divine sword and magical artifact to him," Uncle Nine said with a smile.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Master." Zhao Yi's face lit up with joy.

I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword and seeing its splendor.

Zhao Yi, of course, had also longed for it.

But in the end, he was crushed by society and had to turn his wandering life into flipping pots and pans.

"Well, after I find a new burial site for Old Master Ren and bury him, I'll go find my old friend."

"If you want to go, you can come with me," Uncle Nine said with a smile.

"Yes, Master!" Zhao Yi nodded immediately.

In fact, he saw a hint of pride and anticipation in Uncle Nine's eyes.

Clearly, that person had a good relationship with Uncle Nine, and Uncle Nine wanted to show off his newly accepted apprentice to him.

"hehe!"

"I never imagined that one day I would become 'someone else's child'," Zhao Yi thought to himself with a smile.

"Master, I'm all packed up. I'll head back to my aunt's now," Qiu Sheng said as he walked over.

"Okay, go ahead!" Uncle Nine nodded.

Zhao Yi chatted with Uncle Jiu for a while, then practiced the Pushing Mountain Palm and Little Maoshan Sword Technique again. After receiving Uncle Jiu's affirmation, he got into the rickshaw and returned to Renjia Town.

Just like in the original story, Qiu Sheng, who left the mortuary, was confronted by the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu.

This time, however, before Qiu Sheng could even buy glutinous rice, he was knocked unconscious and kidnapped by the female ghost right there in the grove.

Even without any deliberate changes to the plot, Zhao Yi's appearance still brought about a butterfly effect.

The female ghost took Qiu Sheng back to the graveyard.

When Qiu Sheng woke up, he found himself in a luxurious mansion, completely unaware that he was currently embracing the tombstone on Dong Xiaoyu's grave.

A bizarre and romantic encounter began here.

Dong Xiaoyu lied to Qiusheng, saying that he had fallen into a pit in the woods and fainted, and that she had saved him when she happened to pass by.

A classic hero saves the damsel in distress, only this time the roles are reversed.

However, for good-looking people, they have to offer themselves in return.

After all, Qiu Sheng wasn't a literary talent; otherwise, he would have had to be reborn as a cow or a horse to repay the debt in his next life.

For Qiu Sheng, all of this felt like a dream.

Back at the restaurant, Zhao Yi quickly washed up and went straight to bed.

In his dream, Zhao Yi suddenly found himself in a very narrow place, which seemed to be a crevice in the mountain.

The ground was covered with rubble, and the surroundings were extremely dark.

Suddenly, a chilling roar resounded.

Although it was a voice, it seemed to penetrate the soul.