Uncle Nine: A Thousand Corpses Bow to Me, Yet I Just Want to Be Human

Shen Ye was born without breath or a heartbeat.

On the night he was born, every coffin in the mass grave opened, and countless corpses knelt before him.

Shi Jian was convinced the Corpse Ancestor had been born. He raised his hand, ready to blast the child to ash with his Lightning Fist.

But Uncle Jiu gathered the baby in his arms.

“He hasn’t hurt anyone.”

“If you say he’s a corpse, then I’ll teach him how to be human.”

For fifteen years, Uncle Jiu taught Shen Ye to read, draw talismans, recite scriptures, and practice martial arts.

He taught him to respect his teachers and distinguish good from evil. The one thing he could never teach him was how to make his heart beat.

Until Old Master Ren burst out of his coffin.

Uncle Jiu gripped his peachwood sword, thunder rumbled in Shi Jian’s palm, and the Ren family scattered in terror.

But the infamous jiangshi passed everyone else and knelt stiffly at Shen Ye’s feet.

Ren Family Town fell into complete silence.

Only then did everyone realize that Uncle Jiu’s senior disciple, whom he had raised for fifteen years, was the most terrifying jiangshi in the world.

At the same time, the Yin-Yang Resurrection Seal awakened.

Slay an evil corpse, and gain the divine powers of the Corpse Ancestor.

Save the living, and gather the flame of humanity.

Body heat, taste, sleep, tears, a heartbeat, lifespan…

Every time Shen Ye puts a corpse calamity to rest, he takes another step toward becoming truly alive.

Years later, the Yellow Springs flooded the world, and countless corpses rose from the dead.

Shen Ye stood before the mortal world, with Uncle Jiu, Shi Jian, and the Taoists of Maoshan behind him.

The Corpse Kings of the world bowed before him.

“Welcome back to your rightful place, Corpse Ancestor!”

Shen Ye raised his hand, lightning in his palm illuminating the long night.

“Who told you I was the Corpse Ancestor?”

“Call me Shen Ye of Maoshan.”