I Transmigrated into Uncle Nine's World, and My Qingfeng Daoist Body Suppresses Evil

Liu Jianshe was an ordinary single man in the twenty-first century. One day, all he did was go downstairs to get something to eat, but a flowerpot fell on him and killed him. His soul transmigrated into the body of a five-year-old boy in Uncle Jiu's world, just as the boy was being chased by zombies. Daoist Simu happened to save him and take him on as his senior disciple. And so, Daoist Qingfeng was born: a man who would eat his way through every monster under heaven and strike terror into the hearts of all evil spirits.

Monster: Kid, you look delicious. Let me have a taste.

Qingfeng: Monster, fate has brought you to my pot. Get in, and I'll add a little cooking wine, scallions, ginger, and garlic. You'll taste even better.

Zombie: Your blood is delicious. It can help me evolve. Let me have one sip, just one. I really mean it, I'm not lying.

Qingfeng: Even zombies have a sense of honor. The Bank of the Underworld has gone bankrupt, so you might as well get in my pot. No, your meat won't taste good. It's tough and chewy, and the texture's awful. You're not fit for my pot.

Daoist Simu: Good disciple, eat a little less. You've eaten the entire Phantom Spirit Realm down to endangered species...