Uncle Jiu’s Junior Disciple, I Subdue All Under Heaven with Simplified Daoist Arts

In the cultivation world, a thousand people can chant a thousand different spells and draw ten thousand different talismans.

But Lin Xuan is different.

He is the youngest junior brother of Uncle Jiu of Maoshan. While others train through the harshest winter and hottest summer, he treasures a set of "cut corners whenever possible" skills. A blink summons golden light, a rub of his hands calls down heavenly thunder, and a snap of his fingers unleashes pure yang flames that incinerate a swarm of evil spirits.

The lackeys of the Yin Mountain Ancestor are after him, a zombie king is waiting to break out of its coffin and claim his life, and karmic sin is devouring his merit day by day. He has less than twenty days left.

He can't be bothered to chant spells or shout slogans.

When a hanging ghost runs a sinister inn, he sits down to eat. When a zombie king blocks his way, he casually makes a hand sign. "This Daoist master deals with anyone who refuses to behave."

No one takes the laid-back junior brother seriously. Then one yawn from him shatters a ghost domain, and they realize in terror that the easiest path of cultivation is to become a pillar of support so mighty that nothing can shake it.

To kill is to protect life; to cut away karma is not to kill people. The name of Uncle Jiu's junior brother is making its way along the ancient wilderness roads, slaughtering his way into all the worlds.