Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

Uncle Nine held the black wooden sword in both hands.

The weight, the feel.

It is definitely not ordinary peach or jujube wood.

The natural charred patterns on the sword's surface exude a domineering aura of heavenly thunder.

Uncle Nine's fingers lightly brushed across the blade, a slight tingling sensation spreading through his fingertips.

This is a manifestation of the restraint of thunderous power.

"This...this is a century-old piece of wood struck by lightning?"

Uncle Nine's usually calm face was filled with shock, while Master Four Eyes leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed.

"You know your stuff."

"These materials were found by my apprentice himself in the mountains, and he polished them by hand."

Uncle Nine cast an envious glance his way.

Having lived in Renjia Town for so many years, he was considered a wealthy Taoist priest. The best magical artifact he possessed was a fifty-year-old money sword.

This century-old lightning-struck wood is an extremely rare and precious treasure.

"You really killed that fox demon with two sword strikes?"

Uncle Nine's gaze towards Lin Chen completely changed.

With this lightning-struck wooden sword that is naturally effective against evil spirits, coupled with the Taoist's initial cultivation level, it is no exaggeration to say that he could instantly kill a hundred-year-old fox demon.

Lin Chen smiled modestly.

"It's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching that I managed to kill that fox demon, who underestimated me."

Uncle Nine listened to Lin Chen's calm and composed words.

He felt incredibly bitter. She had high talent, great strength, and a top-grade magic weapon.

Most importantly, he speaks so politely, while I think about my two incompetent apprentices.

Uncle Nine felt a tightness in his chest.

"Ring ring!"

A clear bicycle bell rang out from outside the gate.

Then came the sound of the door being pushed open.

"Master! I'm here!"

A young man with a middle parting pushed a bicycle in.

It was autumn.

Qiu Sheng parked his bicycle in the yard and swaggered into the main hall.

"Oh, Uncle Four Eyes is here."

When Qiu Sheng saw Master Simu, he casually greeted him, showing none of the respect that Lin Chen had shown.

Uncle Jiu was furious at Qiu Sheng's nonchalant attitude.

"What were you doing so early in the morning? Why are you only arriving now!"

Qiu Sheng shrank his neck.

"Go help my aunt open the shop."

"Master, why are you so angry?"

Wencai also came over at this time.

The two stood together, whispering to each other, and occasionally glancing at Lin Chen.

Uncle Nine suppressed the urge to whip Lin Chen with the rattan cane and returned the lightning-struck wooden sword to him.

"Lin Chen, your sword is indeed a rare treasure."

"Keep it safe under normal circumstances."

Lin Chen took the sword and hung it back on his waist.

"Thank you for the reminder, Master."

Master Simu, who loved watching the drama unfold, walked up to Qiusheng and Wencai.

"Have you two been practicing your skills properly?"

"Stop running around all day. Look at your junior brother Lin Chen."

"A few days ago we encountered a mutated royal zombie."

"That zombie absorbed the heavenly lightning and became a half-step bronze-armored zombie."

"Guess what?"

Master Simu kept everyone in suspense.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai stared wide-eyed.

"A half-step bronze-armored corpse?"

Qiu Sheng looked incredulous.

"Uncle-Master, you're just bragging."

"A half-step bronze-armored corpse, even my master had a hard time dealing with it, how did you all survive?"

Uncle Nine, who was listening nearby, also perked up his ears.

A royal family member has mutated into a zombie? This is a major event.

Master Simu slapped his thigh.

"Troublesome? Am I the kind of person who hates trouble?"

"The situation was extremely critical at the time."

"Your Uncle-Master Chizuru was severely injured, and neither I nor that old monk Ikkyu could hold out any longer."

"Lin Chen is the one who shines in the crucial moment!"

Master Four Eyes pointed at Lin Chen, spitting everywhere.

"Lin Chen used a summoning spell, and with a single punch, he sent the royal zombie flying!"

"Finally, I used this lightning-struck wooden sword to kill that royal zombie, turning it to ashes!"

Master Four Eyes spoke vividly, as if he himself were Lin Chen.

The lobby was quiet.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai stared wide-eyed, their jaws practically dropping to the floor.

Uncle Nine stared intently at Lin Chen.

"You...you know how to summon spirits?"

The art of summoning spirits is a secret technique of Maoshan, which requires extremely high physical fitness; a slight mistake can lead to a backlash.

This kid has only been a beginner for a month, and he's already mastered the art of summoning spirits?

He can even solo kill a half-step bronze-armored corpse?

Uncle Nine felt that his worldview had been shaken.

Lin Chen felt a little embarrassed by the flattery from Daoist Simu.

"Master is exaggerating."

"At that time, it was my master and Master Ikkyu who risked their lives to hold off the zombies. I just seized the opportunity to deliver the final blow."

"It can't be considered a solo kill."

Lin Chen spoke very politely, giving Si Mu a lot of face.

Master Four Eyes felt completely at ease and patted Lin Chen on the shoulder, laughing heartily.

Uncle Nine watched this scene unfold.

My heart is overflowing with bitterness.

He walked up to Lin Chen.

"Lin Chen, come with me for a moment."

Uncle Nine walked towards the backyard with his hands behind his back.

Lin Chen followed, with Master Simu calling from behind.

"Feng Jiao, don't even think about stealing my girlfriend!"

Uncle Nine ignored him and went straight into the training room in the backyard, where there were wooden dummy stands and various magical artifacts.

Uncle Nine closed the door, looked at Lin Chen, and his expression was serious.

"Lin Chen, tell me the truth."

"What mental cultivation method are you practicing now?"

When Uncle Nine was investigating just now, he felt that Lin Chen's magic power was extremely pure, which was not like ordinary Maoshan breathing techniques at all.

Lin Chen thought about it and decided there was no need to hide this from Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Nine is an elder of Maoshan and is proficient in various Taoist arts.

"Reporting to my senior master, I am currently focusing on the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture."

Lin Chen answered truthfully.

"What?!"

Uncle Nine cried out in disbelief.

He stared wide-eyed at Lin Chen as if he were looking at a monster.

"The True Scripture of the Great Cavern of Shangqing?"

"That's a secret martial art that's been lost to our Maoshan sect for a long time!"

"Even the sect leader and senior brother only have incomplete scrolls, making it impossible for them to cultivate."

"Where did you get this?"

Uncle Nine grabbed Lin Chen's arm in a panic.

Lin Chen had already prepared an excuse.

"Uncle-Master, this is a fragment that my master obtained by chance in an ancient cave."

"He saw that I had a special physique, so he taught me how to do it. I didn't expect that I would master it as I practiced."

Lin Chen shifted all the blame to Master Simu, since Simu was usually quite mysterious anyway.

After hearing this, Uncle Nine released his grip.

He believed it. This guy, Simu, traveled all over the country every day driving corpses, so it wasn't surprising that he encountered an ancient cave.

Uncle Nine sighed deeply, walked to the window of the training room, and looked outside.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

The two apprentices he took in were a mess: one was always thinking about picking up girls and being cunning, while the other was a coward who couldn't do anything right.

Let's take a look at Four Eyes' apprentice.

One month to become a beginner Taoist, with top-grade magical artifacts, unparalleled mental cultivation techniques, and the ability to solo mutated zombies.

Comparing yourself to others is truly infuriating.

Uncle Nine turned around and looked at Lin Chen.

His eyes held less of the authority of an elder and more of a gentleness.

"Lin Chen, did your master teach you how to draw talismans?"

Uncle Nine tried to regain some face in his area of ​​expertise.

Lin Chen nodded.

"I've learned a little, but so far I can only draw basic corpse-suppressing talismans."

Uncle Nine breathed a sigh of relief; finally, there was one he didn't know.

"Drawing talismans is a profound art."

"If you have any questions in the future, feel free to come to your senior master."

"My senior master does have some expertise in the art of talismans."

Lin Chen cupped his hands in thanks.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Uncle."

The two walked out of the training room.

I just got back to the front yard.

Then they saw Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai surrounding Master Simu.

Qiu Sheng was holding a broom and showing off to the air.

"Uncle Four Eyes, what do you think of my move, 'White Snake Spits Venom'?"

Master Simu shook his head repeatedly.

"It's too soft. Didn't you eat?"

Uncle Jiu was furious when he saw these two clowns. He walked to the corner of the wall and pulled out a rattan cane.

"I'll make your White Snake spits out its tongue!"

"Snapped!"

The rattan cane struck Qiu Sheng's buttocks.

"Ouch! Master, why did you hit me!"

Qiu Sheng threw down the broom and ran away.

"Wencai! Go sweep the yard! Mop the morgue floor!"

"No one is allowed to eat until the work is finished today!"

Uncle Nine waved a rattan cane and chased after his two apprentices in the courtyard.

Master Simu was laughing so hard he was doubled over.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Lin Chen couldn't help but smile.

The daily life at this mortuary is indeed much more lively than back home.