Uncle Nine: Heaven Rewards Diligence, and One Technique Practiced a Thousand Times Leads to Godhood

Lu Xuan transmigrates into a world of zombies and joins Maoshan. Unfortunately, his aptitude is nothing special. While others learn thunder magic, practice sword arts, and compete for secret techniques, all his master, Daoist Qingsong, can teach him are the most basic Maoshan arts: corpse-subduing talismans, purification spells, the Golden Light Mantra, and the Soul-Calming Mantra. Luckily, Lu Xuan can see his proficiency. As long as he truly learns an art once, his proficiency increases by one point. A hundred repetitions, mastery. A thousand repetitions, perfection. Ten thousand repetitions, divine mastery! And so... The ten-thousandth Purification Spell: a single incantation sweeps away a hundred feet of baleful yin energy. The ten-thousandth Soul-Calming Mantra: one call summons a host of spirits back. The ten-thousandth Golden Light Mantra: golden radiance shines down, and a horde of corpses bows its head. Uncle Jiu falls silent. Simu is dumbfounded. Qianhe begins to wonder whether what he has studied all these years is really Maoshan's orthodox teachings. Then Shi Jian arrives in person and stares for a long while at the basic talisman Lu Xuan has drawn. “How many times have you drawn this talisman?” “About ten thousand.” Shi Jian is silent for a long time. “Want to learn thunder magic?” Many years later, Maoshan faces a great calamity. Lu Xuan stands before the ritual altar, stepping through the astral pattern, forming hand seals, and burning incense. When others perform the Spirit-Summoning Art, they can only borrow a wisp of their ancestral master's divine power through the incense. Lu Xuan looks up, thinking of the Spirit-Summoning Art he has practiced ten thousand times. “Your disciple Lu Xuan respectfully invites the ancestral master to descend upon the altar!” The next moment, the clouds part across the nine heavens. Divine light blazes for ten thousand miles. The true manifestations of the Three Mao Ancestors descend into the mortal world! Uncle Jiu: “...” Simu: “...” Shi Jian slowly raises his head. “I told you to summon a deity.” “You brought the ancestral master himself down here?”