Master of Talisman Arts Under Uncle Jiu

When he woke up, Shen Chen had become Wencai, the unlucky, cowardly, and ugly guy from Mr. Vampire.

A flat nose, tiny eyes, thick lips, and no talent for anything except eating.

The good news: Uncle Jiu was his master, providing food and lodging and teaching him everything without holding back.

The bad news: Uncle Jiu was his master, which meant he would have to face Old Master Ren, all kinds of zombies and ghosts, and the miserable fate of getting beaten up and taking the blame in the original story.

Shen Chen felt the ancient jade that had transmigrated with him in his pocket. The word "talisman" was carved into it. It could absorb ghost energy, boost his cultivation, and even unlock all kinds of lost talisman scripts on its own.

Then he looked at his own hands: he'd held a brush since the age of four and had more than twenty years of calligraphy practice. His wrist was steady, his strokes sharp.

Drawing talismans? That was his specialty.

From then on, the foolish apprentice at the funeral home changed.

He swept every last bit of dust from between the courtyard bricks, served meals right on time, and secretly drew talismans late into the night.

Until one day, Uncle Jiu grabbed his wrist, his face changing as he exclaimed:

"You're at the Master Adept stage? How did you advance?"