I Transmigrated to Uncle Nine's World, and You're Telling Me There's No Uncle Nine?

Lin Xuan woke up to discover that he had transmigrated into Uncle Jiu’s world.

With Uncle Jiu as his powerful backer, he thought he could do whatever he wanted. But it turned out he had no backer at all. He was the backer.

Uncle Jiu, where are you? Where’s my Uncle Jiu?

Qiusheng and Wencai were both there, but Lin Xuan had become the youngest disciple of the 35th generation.

What was he supposed to do without Uncle Jiu? Fortunately, he had a shop.

Peachwood swords, talismans, cash swords, little fox maidens, thousand-year-old ginseng... It had everything, and it was dirt cheap.

Fighting and killing didn’t suit him. Running a business was what he enjoyed most!

A Clear Spirit Pill costs 10 dollars. I sold it for 100. You don’t mind, do you?

Daoist Simu: “Not at all, not at all. It’s so cheap, I’m worried you’ll lose money...”