A Century of Cultivation Under Uncle Jiu: The Human Realm

In the third year of the Republic, I became Uncle Jiu's disciple and the junior apprentice brother of Qiusheng and Wencai. That one bow of respect bound me to him for a hundred years.

From the charity cemetery in Renjia Town to the Heaven-Opening Formation in Kunlun, I followed my master along the path a Maoshan Daoist must take. When Old Master Ren rose from his grave, I scattered the first handful of glutinous rice.

When bandits raided Teng Teng Town, I lit the first fire talisman. Amid the flames of the War of Resistance against Japan, I exhausted the source of my golden core to defend Nanjing. My master said I was Maoshan's last hope,

but all I remember are his words: "A cultivator must uphold righteousness, banish evil, and fight to the death." When the age of declining magic arrives and spiritual energy runs dry,

I stand with my sword before the Gates of Heaven. "Master, this time, let your disciple clear the way for you."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.