: The Showdown is Over, I'm About to Unleash My Power.

[The Forgotten Sage Master of All Realms: Fellow Daoists, you are all right. I am Lin Jiu of Maoshan, and I greet you all!]

After a long silence, a newcomer finally spoke up in the group, and at that moment, the true identity of this Myriad Realms Saint Master was completely exposed.

[Meng Qi: Lin Jiu of Maoshan? Uncle Jiu!]

[Meng Qi:]

[Meng Qi: Uncle Jiu, I'm your fan!]

Meng Qi's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating huge ripples in the otherwise silent chat group.

Ye Fan: Ninth Uncle?! ( )

[Ye Fan: Is it really that Ninth Uncle who wields a peach wood sword, walks the Seven Star Step, and specializes in subduing all kinds of demons and evil spirits?!]

[Meng Qi: He's definitely that zombie nemesis, my childhood idol!]

[Meng Qi: Uncle Jiu, I grew up watching your movies... uh, I mean, listening to your legends! (Excitedly)]

Ye Fan: +1!

[Ye Fan: Ninth Uncle, you are the epitome of Taoism in the hearts of countless people! Righteous and awe-inspiring, with extraordinary magical power! I never expected to meet you in this group! It's a pleasure to meet you! (clasps hands in greeting)]

Seeing that Meng Qi and Ye Fan, two group members who were clearly from different worlds, were so enthusiastic and seemed to know him very well, Uncle Jiu's lips twitched involuntarily.

He stroked his neatly trimmed beard, barely suppressing the smugness in his heart, and replied in the group chat.

[Maoshan Lin Jiu: Ahem... Fellow Daoists, you flatter me.]

【Maoshan Lin Jiu: I am indeed a disciple of Maoshan.】

However, regarding the "movie" you mentioned... I am truly unaware of it.

It seems this is a projection or reflection of your worlds due to some kind of "reincarnation effect"?

[Meng Qi: The Cycle Effect?]

[Ye Fan: Ninth Uncle, you know all this?]

Both of them were somewhat surprised. Usually, they were the ones explaining the differences between the different worlds to the new group members. They never expected that this time it would be Uncle Nine who said it himself.

[Maoshan Lin Jiu: Exactly.]

[Maoshan Lin Jiu: The world I live in seems to be in a strange cycle of reincarnation.]

Many things and many people will repeat themselves in similar patterns.

This humble Taoist priest… well, to be honest, has indeed taken on quite a few disciples.

[Meng Qi: Quite a few? Uncle Jiu, you're too modest! According to the legends of our world, you have countless disciples all over the world, each one a... uh, talent!]

[Ye Fan: (Suppressing a laugh) Meng Qi is absolutely right. Uncle Jiu's teaching methods are excellent, truly admirable.]

They were both about to burst.

"It seems this is a modified version of Uncle Nine. He even knows his own title as the Saint Master of All Realms, and he remembers those ungrateful wretches who ran away after their strength increased."

Maoshan Lin Jiu: ( ) ... You two are too kind. I was just doing my duty as a master.

This cycle of rebirth sometimes troubles me quite a bit. I even remember some... well... fragments of a slightly different future.

Uncle Nine vaguely glossed over the details in "Reincarnation" that made him blush slightly, and changed the subject.

He sighed inwardly, thinking how amazing this chat group was, that it actually contained a world that reflected his own story.

Uncle Nine thought to himself, "If it weren't for the chat group, people from both worlds would probably come to me with their 'systems' to become my apprentices, right?"

[Meng Qi: I see!]

[Meng Qi: Uncle Jiu, in order for other fellow cultivators in the group to also appreciate your charisma and the wonders of your world, I'm uploading a 'memory copy' of you right now!]

The atmosphere of fair trading within the group has long been established. Lin Yuan can directly exchange any special treasures or cultivation techniques he wants with the group members, so he no longer acts as a charlatan.

Unless they encounter a memory copy that no one else knows about, the task of guiding new group members is left to Meng Qi, Ye Fan, and others.

Xiao Meng will soon have to kill his lover with his own hands in a death mission, so we need to make him more active in the group and use the joy in the group to dilute his sadness.

"Ding! Group member Meng Qi has uploaded a memory copy titled 'All the Big Shots in the Myriad Realms Are My Disciples,' which is only viewable by Maoshan Lin Jiu. Other group members can view it after Maoshan Lin Jiu gives his permission."

[Ye Fan: Xiao Meng is really efficient. Now everyone can get to know Uncle Jiu.]

The group chat immediately became lively, with various exclamations and discussions rising and falling.

Just then, a cool yet curious voice rang out.

[Angel Yan: @Meng Qi, I wonder if you also have a copy of your memories about... the angel civilization and me? I'm very curious about what angels are like in the legends of other worlds.]

Yan's question silenced the group for a moment.

Meng Qi and Ye Fan clearly had no information about her.

[Meng Qi: Uh… Queen Yan, well… we don’t seem to have any specific legends about you circulating on our side.]

Ye Fan: I have indeed never heard of it.

"Ding! Group member Lin Yuan has uploaded a memory copy titled 'The Queen's Fall, and I, Who Loves to Talk Flirt, Offered Heavenly Blade Seven as My Dowry.' It is only for Angel Yan to view. Other group members can view it after obtaining Angel Yan's permission."

[Lin Yuan: @Angel Yan, I do have a copy of the legend about you.]

Blast!

Although others cannot see the specific contents of the memory copy at this time, the title alone gives people a sense of just how explosive this Holy Leftist is.

They didn't know what the Heavenly Blade Seven was, but the fact that it was given the name "Heavenly Blade" and was singled out by Lin Yuan clearly indicated that it was something extraordinary.

After the Queen's fall, Angel Yan was able to give this thing away as part of her dowry! Could her future husband be the King of the Universe?

In the world of Super Gods, Yan's heart skipped a beat when she saw the title, and she immediately ran to the Queen's palace.

The words "Queen's Fall" were too jarring for her to process; she couldn't handle that kind of information.

……

The focus in the group temporarily shifted away from Uncle Nine.

Lin Jiu also breathed a sigh of relief and closed the group chat interface.

In the real world, he still had mundane affairs to attend to—Master Ren of Renjia Town had once again invited him to drink foreign tea.

Renjia Town, Western-style coffee shop.

Uncle Nine no longer wore his flamboyant silk jacket, and being experienced, he didn't bring Wencai, that conspicuous bag, to embarrass himself.

He was dressed in a clean blue Taoist robe and sat on a soft sofa, looking somewhat out of place in the surroundings.

Opposite him was the radiant Master Ren, Ren Fa.

"Uncle Jiu, try this coffee, it's a Western thing, it'll wake you up!" Ren Fa enthusiastically invited.

He picked up the delicate white porcelain cup, looked at the dark brown liquid inside, and smelled the bitter, burnt odor. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Uncle Nine took a symbolic sip, and the strange taste almost made him lose control of his expression. He quickly put down the cup and said, "Hmm...it has a unique flavor. Mr. Ren is too kind."

No matter how many times he went through the process, he still couldn't get used to this bitter coffee, even with sugar and milk.

"Not at all, it's an honor for me, Ren Fa, to have Uncle Jiu grace us with his presence," Ren Fa said with a smile.

After chatting for a while, he glanced at the girl who had just come up the stairs and waved to her, "Tingting, come and greet Uncle Jiu."

A pretty young girl, dressed in a trendy dress and sporting fashionable curls, gracefully walked over.

It was Ren Fa's only daughter, Ren Tingting.

"Ninth Uncle." Ren Tingting's voice was clear and crisp, with the unique charm of a young girl.

"Hmm... Tingting has grown so much." Uncle Jiu nodded.

His gaze flickered involuntarily when it fell on Ren Tingting's face, then he quickly looked away, picked up his cup, and took another sip of coffee.

His feelings were complex and difficult to express.

Reincarnation... hundreds of disciples... ninety percent of them married Tingting...

The thought swirled in his mind like a spell.

Looking at the youthful and beautiful Ren Tingting who treated him with utmost respect, and recalling the smug or silly smiles on his disciples' faces after winning the hearts of beauties in the reincarnation fragments, Uncle Nine felt his Dao heart becoming somewhat unstable.

He quickly recited the calming mantra to himself, forcing himself to focus on the discussion with Ren Fa about the feng shui of relocating the grave, wanting only to end this tea party that made him feel uncomfortable as soon as possible.

……

Having finally escaped from the coffee shop, Uncle Nine practically fled back to his mortuary.

The crisp air and the familiar scent of incense and paper money eased his tense nerves slightly, but the curse of "ninety percent of his disciples marrying Tingting" lingered in his mind like a persistent ailment.

His gaze swept across the empty courtyard and landed on a figure lazily leaning against a pillar in the corner, basking in the sun—Qian Chen, his newly accepted disciple.

This kid has been an apprentice for a few days, but his deep-rooted laziness hasn't changed.

"Reincarnation...reflection...system..." Uncle Nine stroked his chin, his eyes sharpening.

A heavy thought surfaced in his mind: "Could it be that this kid also has one of those damn 'systems'? Just like those hundreds before...?"

To test this idea, he decided to put the lazybones to the test.

"Qian Chen!" Uncle Jiu walked over with a stern face, his voice carrying its usual severity.

Qian Chen jumped up straight, forcing a fawning smile onto his face, but his inherent laziness was unmistakable: "Master! You're back? You must have had a tiring time talking to Master Ren about the relocation of the graves, right? Take a rest!"

"Um?"

Uncle Nine's sharp gaze was fixed on him: "I don't recall telling you about having tea with Master Ren!"

"Oh? Really?" Qian Chen chuckled. "It was Senior Brother Wencai who told me. He's been upset for ages because you didn't take him with you to drink Western tea. He spent half the day complaining at the mortuary!"

"Is that so..."

Uncle Nine didn't say anything more, but he was already certain in his heart that this young master Qian was problematic:

Relocating graves is a major event. Before Master Ren made the decision, he didn't tell anyone. Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng didn't know, so how could the lazy Qian Chen know?

Although I know there's something wrong with the other party, I still need to investigate the specifics.

"So lazy all day long, what kind of behavior is this!"

Uncle Nine scolded, "Have you finished your homework for today? Recite the first three hundred words of the *Supreme Mysterious Treasure Limitless Salvation Sutra*!"

Qian Chen's face instantly fell, as if he had swallowed a bitter pill: "Master...it's so long, I...I've only just started reading, and I can't even recognize all the characters..."

"Enough with the nonsense! Memorize it!" Uncle Nine glared, his imposing manner intimidating.

Helpless, Qian Chen could only begin hesitantly, his voice weak and his eyes unfocused, clearly not on the scriptures: "In the beginning of the Azure Heaven... a song sung in the azure sky... the Great Floating Land... receiving the Primordial Beginning's salvation..."

He recited it haltingly, full of mistakes, and interspersed it with a few sighs, clearly showing passive resistance and hoping to get by as quickly as possible.

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