I Draw Lots to Attain the Dao in Uncle Nine's World

Chen Chang'an transmigrated. He arrived in the twelfth year of the Republic and became the only son of the richest man in Ren Family Town. He owned eighty-four thousand silver dollars, a grain shop, a cloth shop, a pawnshop, and three hundred mu of farmland. Before he could enjoy his decadent bourgeois life, he discovered a problem: This wasn't an ordinary Republic of China. This was Uncle Jiu's Republic of China. Master Ren was about to move a grave, Old Master Ren was about to become a zombie, and Uncle Jiu was about to risk his life fighting a hopping zombie with a peachwood sword. And Chen Chang'an was powerless, unable to lift a finger, and not even a Daoist apprentice. Fortunately, his golden finger had arrived, late but right on time. [Myriad Realms Lottery System] officially launched. One draw cost a thousand silver dollars, while ten draws cost ten thousand. It was expensive, but the prizes were genuinely good. While others drew yellow talismans, he drew red ones. While others used ten-year-old peachwood swords, he used thirty-year-old lightning-struck wood. While Uncle Jiu was locked in a tough fight with a black-haired zombie, Chen Chang'an had already silently drawn a hundred-year-old lightning-struck peachwood sword. Uncle Jiu: “Young Master Chen, did your ancestors run a museum?” Chen Chang'an: “Something like that.”