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Ninth Uncle: Demon Slayer:
"Great compassion isn't some lofty ideal—it's just what should be done.
Since the so-called immortals and Buddhas don't care about the world, then I'll handle it myself."
To Save All Sentient Beings (Fahai):
"Small calamities? Small disasters?
They won't even lift a finger.
That's what being 'aloof' gets you..."
Spirit of the Demon Sword (Long Kui):
"They look down on common folk.
They talk of compassion, but where is it when people die to ghosts and demons?"
It wasn't just Uncle Jiu's world.
Other worlds had the same problem.
If the so-called immortals and Buddhas truly cared, would people suffer like this?
You say there's not enough manpower?
Then go and train some!
If you choose to ignore mortals—
Don't be shocked when they give their faith to someone else.
Sadly Reminded Lao Gao:
"If the immortals really cared, they wouldn't let me suffer so much.
I was dragged across time and space—and all I got was pain."
Pirate King of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow):
"Maybe you're just too weird…"
Sadly Reminded Lao Gao:
"You're the weird one!
I'm now the Grand Priest of Qin. You're just a pirate turned cult leader!"
Jack Sparrow:
"Wrong again! I'm now the King of England, thank you very much.
Wherever the sun never sets, the Eternal God's grace reaches.
I've spread more faith than you!"
Tanjiro:
"You're both amazing..."
Chu Dashan:
"Of course they are!
Those two are in a race to see who can turn their whole world into a divine kingdom first.
That's the real rivalry between men."
Li Er:
"Wait—what rivalry?
Why don't I remember this?!"
Young Master Murong:
"You're named 'Li Er'... if you take off one 'Li,' you get their belief system."
Li Er:
"Damn it!!!
You bunch of old degenerates..."
He had wondered why the two strangers suddenly became so friendly.
Now he understood—
They were united by mutual trauma.
Demon Realm
Uncle Jiu looked at the chaotic Wanjie Chat Group, the corners of his lips curving into a subtle smile.
So even sword immortals and Buddha monks are like this...
Not nearly as lofty as I once thought.
When you really think about it—
Only mortals cared about appearances.
Immortals?
They didn't need to pretend to be above it all.
Uncle Jiu sighed deeply.
Even my sect's founder never acted high and mighty.
He'd lend a hand whenever people needed it.
But these immortals and Buddhas…?
He shook his head.
No need to dwell on it.
Time to cultivate.
Uncle Jiu closed his eyes and entered meditation.
The beginner divine technique he selected was Heavenly Thunder.
As a Maoshan Taoist, it was only natural to yearn for mastery over lightning.
Thunder, after all, represented righteousness.
A force that even demons feared.
What Uncle Jiu didn't know—
All beginner techniques had equal base power.
They just differed in function.
Early Next Morning
Qiu Sheng rode in on his bicycle like he did every day.
He hopped off at the gates of Yizhuang and looked up.
There, in the courtyard—
A young man was practicing martial arts.
Frowning, Qiu Sheng called out:
"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing practicing here at our Yizhuang?"
The man turned calmly.
"Watch your tone when speaking to your master, boy."
Qiu Sheng blinked.
"Wait... Master?!"
He rushed forward, eyes wide in disbelief.
It was true.
Same robes. Same face.
Same Master.
But younger—much younger. Like he had turned back time.
"Master… Did you become an immortal overnight?!
How are you so young?!"
Uncle Jiu raised a brow, clearly amused.
Then snapped:
"Nonsense! If I became an immortal, would I still need to exercise?
How about Master Ren—what's his schedule today?"
"Ten o'clock appointment, Master."
"Still time then. Don't worry."
In the past, Uncle Jiu would have rushed over.
Now?
Let them come to him.
With this youthful appearance, just walking down the street would probably give Master Ren a heart attack.
He could already imagine the look on people's faces.
Hope they don't faint...
A while later, Wen Cai woke up and stumbled outside.
The moment he laid eyes on Master—
He nearly collapsed.
"Master! You—you're... you're—what happened?!"
After some explanation, the truth set in:
Their master had broken through.
His cultivation had soared.
"Master, will you become an immortal now?
As your disciples, can we ride your coattails?"
"The first thing I'll do when I become an immortal is kill you!
You laze around all day—you're only qualified to be my broom boy!"
Uncle Jiu scolded, though his tone held no real malice.
Between the two disciples, Qiu Sheng at least tried to train.
Wen Cai?
Useless.
Could sleep through a thunderstorm.
Seeing Master's rare anger, Wen Cai lowered his head and obediently picked up a broom.
By 9:30 a.m.
Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng left the house.
Since learning of his master's breakthrough, Qiu Sheng had quit his job selling rouge and makeup.
He now dedicated himself fully to his master's teachings.
Selling cosmetics had no future.
Taoism?
Taoism could make you immortal.
As they walked, neighbors took notice.
"Who's that young man following Qiu Sheng? A relative?"
"That's Uncle Jiu!"
"What?! He looks half his age!"
"Told you, he's a Taoist expert.
Must've rejuvenated himself!"
"Damn… our town has a celestial being now!"
One guard at a local teahouse snorted:
"Hmph. Then why wasn't there a divine glow?
I was on watch all night—I didn't see anything!"
The tea guest nearby sneered after hearing the guard's comment:
"What fairy light? Can someone like you see it with the naked eye? Even if there was a divine sign, it wouldn't be visible to someone like you!"
"Exactly! You're cross-eyed on a good day. Seeing fairy light? Hah! That's rich!"
Laughter erupted from the crowd.
The guard's face flushed with embarrassment, but he didn't dare argue back.
In this small town, if trouble ever appeared, it was always Uncle Jiu they relied on to handle it.
No one dared offend him.
Not with all the chaos in the world—so many demons and ghosts lurking in the shadows.
Meanwhile, Uncle Jiu was quietly delighted to hear people calling him a "Taoist master."
But on the surface, he kept a calm, serene expression.
Soon, they arrived at the teahouse.
Ren Fa looked over, spotting Qiu Sheng and the unfamiliar young man beside him.
"Qiu Sheng, is Master Jiu still busy?
I've been waiting anxiously."
If Uncle Jiu wasn't available, he would be seriously concerned.
Never mind the rumors—he didn't trust anyone but the best.
Qiu Sheng coughed lightly.
"This is my master, Uncle Jiu... though he looks a lot younger today."
"What?! Uncle Jiu has been rejuvenated?!"
Ren Fa couldn't control his volume.
Heads turned immediately. People outside the teahouse started crowding in to get a look.
If not for the servants, they would've burst in.
Uncle Jiu gave a faint smile.
"It's nothing special. Just improved my Taoist cultivation a bit."
He said it lightly, but Ren Fa wasn't fooled.
With someone like this backing him, his troubles at home would be far easier to deal with.
He looked at Uncle Jiu with new respect—and a hint of awe.
Even his daughter, Ren Tingting, was stunned speechless.
Is this... a living immortal?!
"Mr. Ren," Uncle Jiu asked, "what seems to be the issue?"
Ren Fa straightened up.
"Master Immortal, it's like this.
My father passed recently, and we want to prepare the burial.
I hoped you could take a look at the feng shui of the site.
As for your fee—just say the word."
Previously, he would've just called him "Uncle Jiu."
But now, with this aura?
He had to show proper reverence.
Master Immortal.
What a title.
His words were respectful. His tone, deferential.
If it weren't for Uncle Jiu denying he was an actual celestial, he might've just called him Heavenly Master on the spot.
Uncle Jiu nodded.
"Coincidentally, I'm free now.
Let's take a look."
Ren Fa hesitated.
"Shouldn't we choose an auspicious day first?"
It was traditional.
You couldn't just conduct rituals whenever you wanted.
But Uncle Jiu stood tall and proud.
"No need for such trivial things.
With my Dao, I can do it now."
Gasps rippled through the room.
He doesn't even need to check the almanac?
What a true master!
Ren Fa immediately ordered his servants to make the necessary arrangements.
Three hours later, they arrived at the Ren family burial grounds.
Uncle Jiu took one glance and immediately frowned.
"Something's wrong."
Ren Fa's heart skipped a beat.
"What is it, Master Immortal?"
He rushed over, visibly shaken.
This was his family's ancestral tomb.
If something went wrong here... who could bear the consequences?
Uncle Jiu pointed at the grave.
"You've been cursed.
The burial site follows the 'dragonfly touches water' formation—
which was deliberately manipulated."
"Your ancestor's spirit is unsettled.
Your father has likely become a zombie."
"What?!
No wonder our family's fortunes have been declining lately!"
Ren Fa's legs nearly gave out.
All because of the grave…?
Uncle Jiu explained patiently:
"In this formation, the coffin head must not touch water.
Yet you sealed it with cement, which traps the yin qi inside."
"It's a breeding ground for disaster.
The feng shui master who did this to you…
clearly had ill intentions."
Ren Fa winced.
He remembered.
His father had bullied and threatened a feng shui master into giving up a particular tomb site.
And now...
It was all coming back to bite them.
"Please, Master Immortal, have mercy.
We'll pay whatever it takes!"
"Money, money, money," Uncle Jiu snapped.
"Do I look like I'm short on money?"
Ren Fa winced at the rebuke.
He didn't dare say another word.
Seeing her father humbled, Ren Tingting stepped forward and bowed gently.
"Master Immortal... is there a way to fix it?"
Uncle Jiu smiled faintly.
"Simple. One Thunder Talisman will do."
He had prepared extensively for this moment.
Recruiting new believers would be far easier if he demonstrated his strength.
He raised a single finger toward the sky.
BOOM.
A roar echoed across the clear blue sky.
Thunder crashed down with divine fury.