The thing that Uncle Jiu regrets most in his life is accepting three apprentices.
Qiu Sheng is too reckless, the literary talent is too naive, and Chen Zian is too... So outrageous!
Three months after he started, while others were still learning to draw talismans, he was already deducing an improved version of Palm Thunder.
Half a year after he started, when others had just touched the threshold of refining qi and becoming a god, he was already able to kill the red-clothed devil alone.
After one year of entry, Master Maoshan personally came down the mountain, pointed at Chen Zian and asked Uncle Jiu: "Your apprentice... Can you borrow the main altar for a few days?"
Uncle Jiu said expressionlessly: "No."
Until that day, the Nether Sect's army presses the territory, and the thousand-year-old ghost king is about to break his seal, and the well of ruins will swallow up the sky and the earth.
Everyone is desperate.
Chen Zian silently took out the Baji Treasure.
"Master, I will protect you this time."
