The Supreme Martial Arts Master in the World of Nine

"Senior brother, what is this...?"

Aunt Zhe looked completely bewildered and subconsciously asked.

"Junior sister, this is a long story, let's go inside and talk," Uncle Nine said in a deep voice.

Aunt Zhe nodded and stepped aside.

The group entered the Taoist temple, and Aunt Zhe led them to the back courtyard living room.

"Junior sister, this is what happened..."

After Uncle Jiu sat down, he recounted Zhao Yi's experiences in Qinghe Town in detail.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhe's expression turned grim.

"These beasts are utterly depraved!"

She slammed her hand on the table, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Those monks at Chanyun Temple, who usually act so respectable, never imagined they would commit such inhuman and vicious acts behind the scenes!"

"So, I'd like to place these children with you," Uncle Nine said.

"What? You're leaving it here with me?"

Aunt Zhe glared at her, a reluctant expression on her face.

If it were just one or two children, that would be one thing, but there are more than a dozen here, and more than a dozen of them are already grown up.

As the saying goes, "A half-grown boy can eat his father's bread," and although Aunt Zhe runs a temple, her income is not much.

"Senior brother, this isn't a shelter. Besides, what kind of talk is it for a Daoist nun like me to be taking care of so many children? And I'm also short of money," Zhe Gu said somewhat awkwardly.

"Junior sister, these children are innocent," Uncle Nine said in a deep voice.

"They were already pitiful enough to be harmed by those evil monks."

"You have plenty of space here, so it's convenient to support more people."

"Moreover, more than half of these children are capable of working and can help you."

"Senior brother, aren't you making things difficult for me?" Aunt Zhe frowned.

"I'm used to living alone. How can I possibly take care of so many children all of a sudden?"

"Junior sister, just consider it a favor to your senior brother," Uncle Nine said.

"It's not appropriate to leave these children in the mortuary. You know Wencai's condition; he simply can't be taken care of."

"I wouldn't feel comfortable sending it anywhere else."

Aunt Zhe paused for a moment, then looked at the children.

The youngest was only three or four years old, missing an arm, and was huddled in a corner, shivering.

Everyone else stared at Aunt Zhe with wide eyes, but no one dared to speak.

Aunt Zhe looked at them, and her heart softened immediately.

"Alright, alright, I'll take them."

Auntie Zhe sighed and glared at Uncle Jiu again.

"But senior brother, you owe me a favor!"

"Alright, alright, I owe you a favor!" Uncle Nine nodded with a smile.

"Zhao Yi, hurry up and thank your martial uncle!"

"Thank you, Uncle-Master! Don't worry, Uncle-Master, I will send them some money every month as living expenses." Zhao Yi bowed and said with a smile.

He has plenty of money on hand now, plus the daily income from the restaurant, so he doesn't need the extra cash.

Especially Zhao Yi's restaurant, which doesn't need to pay tribute to either the legitimate or underworld.

Even back then, taxation wasn't as strict as it would be in later years, so profits were much higher.

"You're my senior brother's new disciple?"

Aunt Zhe already liked Zhao Yi, and when she heard that he would send money, she admired him even more.

"He's quite handsome, much better looking than Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai!"

"You flatter me, Uncle-Master!" Zhao Yi said modestly.

"I heard from my senior brother that you were born with superhuman strength and awakened extraordinary phenomena, and that you could even defeat evil gods?" Aunt Zhe asked curiously.

"Just lucky," Zhao Yi smiled.

"Good luck?" Aunt Zhe shook her head and said, "It can't be explained by just good luck."

"More than ten years ago, I went to Southeast Asia once, and there were quite a few evil gods there."

"I encountered one with some friends back then!"

"The person leading the team is a master at the early stage of the Celestial Master realm, and he is also carrying the sect's most treasured artifact."

"Including us, there were more than twenty of us. In the end, more than half of us were killed by the evil god, and only seven of us came back alive."

"And the leader of the team, Celestial Master He Lei, and Master Xiu Yuan, both died in that battle."

"How old are you, kid? You haven't even reached the Dao Realm yet, and you've managed to defeat an evil god? I can hardly believe it."

Aunt Zhe slowly began to speak, recounting a long-ago story.

These people have traveled to many places and seen many things.

Therefore, they know more than the average person.

"Senior brother, you've really struck gold this time!" Aunt Zhe couldn't help but exclaim.

"Of course!" Uncle Nine said with a smug look on his face.

"Junior sister, I'm entrusting these children to you."

I'll come see you again in a few days.

"Leaving so soon?" Aunt Zhe was somewhat surprised.

"I still have things to attend to at the mortuary, so I won't stay any longer," Uncle Nine said, standing up.

"Zhao Yi, are you coming back with me, or...?"

"Master, I'd like to stroll around Qingli Town," Zhao Yi said with a smile.

"I heard that the lychees here are very famous. It's late April now, so they should be ready to eat."

"Alright, then be careful." Uncle Nine nodded.

"If anything happens, come find your martial uncle."

"I understand, Master!"

Uncle Jiu gave a few more instructions and then left Aunt Zhe's temple.

Aunt Zhe watched Uncle Jiu's departing figure, then looked at Zhao Yi and said, "Nephew, if you have nothing else to do, why don't you stay here with me?"

"My place is simple, but it's enough for one or two people to live in."

"Thank you, Uncle-Master. Then I'll take my leave!" Zhao Yi replied with a smile.

......

After settling the children in, Zhao Yi left the dojo and strolled around Qingli Town.

Qingli Town truly lives up to its reputation; lychee stalls can be seen everywhere on the streets.

The lychees, with their reddish-green hues, look incredibly appetizing.

"Boss, how much are these lychees?" Zhao Yi asked as he walked up to a stall.

"Young master, ten coins a pound, guaranteed sweet!" the stall owner said with a smile.

"Give me five pounds!"

Zhao Yi casually tossed out fifty coins, and the stall owner quickly weighed out five catties of lychees, wrapped them in lotus leaves, and handed them to him.

Zhao Yi picked up a lychee, peeled off the red shell, revealing the crystal-clear flesh.

Put it in your mouth, take a gentle bite, and the juice bursts out, sweet with a hint of sourness, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

"Mmm, it tastes good!"

Zhao Yi nodded in satisfaction, continuing to stroll while eating lychees.

"Qingli Town is indeed famous for its lychees!"

Zhao Yi ate as he walked, and before he knew it, he had eaten more than half of it.

Although eating too many lychees can cause internal heat, he has a strong physique and a metabolism far exceeding that of ordinary people.

This amount of fruit is negligible and far from causing internal heat.

"In my past life, I lived in the north and wanted to eat some good lychees, but the prices were outrageously expensive."

"The cheap stuff sold in supermarkets and farmers' markets for ten or so yuan a kilogram tastes very different."

As Zhao Yi ate, he mentally complained.

"Young master, are you going to the lychee orchard?"

Just then, a lychee vendor, seeing Zhao Yi's distinguished attire, hurriedly and solicitously inquired about his whereabouts.