Uncle Nine, Body-Tempering Celestial Master: Raising Jiangshi for Revenge from the Start

An original story at its core, not following any film or television adaptation, and no mindless antics.

At twelve, he buried his entire family with his own hands.

The Republic was in chaos, warlords fought one another, and demons ran rampant.

His parents listened to a feng shui master and buried his grandfather, who had died unjustly, in a corpse-nurturing plot, hoping he would become a zombie and take revenge.

That night, the black coffin burst open. But the first person the zombie lunged at was the loved one who had offered blood to it.

When Uncle Jiu arrived, all he could save was a boy with ice-cold eyes.

“I want to learn the most ruthless arts and walk the fiercest path.”

The boy joined Maoshan. He practiced no talismans and cultivated no spirit, choosing instead a lost ancient path of his own:

Tempering his body with baleful energy, he would subdue yin and yang with his fists!

When Japanese onmyoji sent their shikigami to attack the dragon veins,

he tore apart the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons with one hand. “All flash and no substance.”

When Nanyang curse sorcerers used blood curses to kill from a thousand miles away,

he bathed in poisonous gu, then smashed the sorcerer's life altar with one punch. “Got anything else?”

When a Western vampire duke mocked Eastern Taoist arts as weak,

he crushed the holy cross and pinned him by the throat into his coffin. “Go to sleep. Don't ever wake up.”

Qiusheng and Wencai had gotten into trouble yet again. “Little junior brother, help!”

Uncle Jiu looked at the thousand-year-old Ghost King, reduced to a wreck by the protagonist's punch, covered his face, and sighed. “...My disciple, next time, remember to leave the body intact so your master can answer for it.”

Then the Underworld fell into turmoil, and Ox-Head and Horse-Face knelt to beg for help;

Then the blood-fiend corpse that had become of his grandfather turned into an asura sweeping through the Underworld, yet stopped before him.

“Grandson... let Grandpa look at you one more time.”

This is the story of a brawny Celestial Master who punches and kicks his way through the Three Realms amid the demon-haunted chaos of the Republic era.