Keep My Pulse in the World, the World Respects Me as the Ninth Master

My name is Chen Jiu, and I am an orphan brought back to the mountain village by Chen Tiezhu, an old man from the Shoushan lineage. A small northern village. My adoptive father died in the mountains, and all he left to me was a worn-out compass and my eyes that could see the wind. From then on, I could see: the old locust tree at the entrance of the village was covered with black air, and someone wearing human skin knocked on the door at the cemetery at night; what was worshiped in the ruined temple was not a god, but a fox with enlightened wisdom; the boss in the city wore a bead on his waist to bring people longevity; the corpse chasers coming from the other side of the mountain were not chasing corpses, but lives. Everyone says that Mr. Feng Shui is a liar. I relied on my aura to see through the trump cards of each game: in front of me, I was a stupid boy who was scolded by the village chief for free money. In the back, I destroyed the haunted house, suppressed the immortal, broke the head, guarded the dragon vein, and stepped into the whole Xuanmen world step by step. Behind me are the girl who wants to marry me, the yellow man who considers me the boss, and the enemies who are eyeing my bloodline. Before his death, his adoptive father left only one sentence: Guard this human dragon vein and don't let it break. But when I really got into the game, I realized that it was never me, Chen Jiu, that they respected, but the tone I maintained. The world is so big, let's see how I, a country boy, can step by step live up to being respected as the ninth master in the world.