I Apprenticed Under Uncle Nine, and My Master Was Shocked by My Comprehension

After transmigrating into a Republican-era zombie world, Lin Mo becomes Uncle Jiu’s youngest disciple and awakens heaven-defying comprehension, born of a transformation in his soul.

No matter how profound the Taoist arts, talismans, or spells, he can see right through to their essence at a glance.

While Qiusheng and Wencai are still struggling to learn how to draw talismans, Uncle Jiu casually sketches a corpse-subduing talisman and explains the key points. Before he can finish, Lin Mo has already picked up his brush and completed one in a single flow. Vermilion ink shimmers across the paper, its spiritual radiance far surpassing Uncle Jiu’s!

Holding up the finished talisman, Lin Mo asks innocently, “Master, it seems this talisman’s structure could be simplified. If these three strokes were combined into one, it could draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth thirty percent more efficiently. Do you think that would work?”

Uncle Jiu looks at the nearly perfect talisman, then at the one in his own hand, and falls into deep thought.

In this world, the Zombie King Jiang Chen is about to awaken, Western vampires lurk hungrily, and countless demons and monsters wreak havoc among humanity.

Years later, when Lin Mo is hailed as the “Dao Lord of Ten Thousand Arts” for ushering in a new era for Maoshan through his own efforts, he humbly says, “My meager skills are all thanks to my master showing me the way.”

Uncle Jiu: “...Just shut up already.”