Uncle Nine: I Don't Cultivate Daoist Arts, I Punch the Corpse King to Pieces

If you hear wailing at midnight, don't look back. In the barren mountains, don't answer a voice. If you see a red sedan chair, don't lift the curtain!

Chen Xuanzhu transmigrates to Uncle Jiu's world, where countless folk legends and supernatural tales have merged. He becomes a useless servant at an undertaker's residence, born with a body that cannot hold even the slightest bit of magical power.

In this age of depleted spiritual energy, fading Taoist arts, and chaos at the end of the Dharma, the supernatural can only be restrained by rules, and even the masters of Maoshan must tread carefully.

Fortunately, Chen Xuanzhu awakens the [Daily Limit-Breaking Record], which simplifies every forbidden Taoist art into an everyday activity. At midnight each day, he can even trigger a critical reward!

[Maoshan Mountain-Guarding Stance] is simplified to [Standing]. Stand still, and you can temper your skin and bones!

[Great Sun Breathing Method] is simplified to [Breathing]. With every breath, your blood and qi blaze like a furnace!

[Supreme Visualization Method] is simplified to [Sleeping]. Wake from a good night's sleep, and your spirit will be indestructible!

[You breathed 20,000 times today and triggered a hundredfold critical reward! Obtained ten years' worth of pure Yang blood and qi, and comprehended the divine ability: Great Sun Dragon-Elephant Body!]

Uncle Jiu always thought his young apprentice was weak and helpless, fit only to stay in the morgue and do odd jobs.

That was, until the night a red and white calamity collided, and a hundred ghosts carrying a coffin surrounded the undertaker's residence. Even Maoshan's thunder arts were rendered completely useless!

Just as all hope seemed lost, Chen Xuanzhu walked out of the morgue, yawning.

With a single exhale, his scorching blood and qi vaporized the evil energy filling the sky!

His burning hands ignored every supernatural rule and crushed a century-old, bronze-armored corpse and the red-clad bride along with it!

Chen Xuanzhu dusted off his hands and looked innocently at the dumbfounded Uncle Jiu.

"Master, didn't you just say this thing was impervious to blades and spears, and that we needed to mark it with an ink compass line?"