Uncle Nine: I became Master Qianhe, and my fame resounded throughout the Daoist sect.

The group continued onward, and everyone's lives returned to their monotonous routine.

Over the next few days, they traversed mountains and valleys, finally leaving this desolate wilderness.

As night fell, the group found themselves in a desolate wilderness with no village or shop in sight. They decided to pitch their tents again, rest for the night, and continue their journey the next day.

After the tents were set up, everyone gathered around the fire and began barbecuing.

The entire route is through deep mountains and forests, so hunting some animals is naturally a given.

Just as everyone was enjoying the delicious barbecue, a sharp voice suddenly rang in their ears: "Heavenly spirits... Earthly spirits..."

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"Huh? What is this sound?"

Wu Shilang was puzzled.

Others were also puzzled.

Three foreign experts sat to the side, protecting the seventy-first prince.

"Heavenly spirits... Earthly spirits... The moon is dark and the wind is high, the night is deep... Heavenly spirits... Earthly spirits... Please guide me home..."

"Going home..."

That familiar voice, like a sharp blade, pierced the silence of the night sky, and Chizuru narrowed her eyes slightly.

So does everyone else.

“Master, this seems to be a funeral procession, but why is it appearing at night? Shouldn’t it be during the day?” Abei asked.

These few cultivators had excellent eyesight and could see very far.

They had already seen the situation ahead. Not far away, a man dressed in white was walking ahead, holding a mourning stick.

He was still shouting the same words he had just said.

Behind him, several people were carrying a coffin, and next to the coffin was a woman holding a photo frame.

The entire group was dressed in white, which clearly indicated that someone had passed away.

Chizuru's eyesight was extraordinary; gazing into the distance at the darkness, he took in the faces of the entire group.

Especially when he saw the leader, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Damn, the person in front of me looks exactly like him!

Dry!

Damn!

Indeed, that person looks remarkably like Qianhe. His name is Baihe Daoren, and he is a wandering sorcerer.

What is a charlatan? They are ignorant and incompetent people!

Uncle Jiu once explained this to Ah Qiang, referring to the female bandit leader.

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"Ha, a dead man? The one in the coffin is just faking his death!" Chizuru sneered disdainfully.

"Huh? Master, you know this too?" The four people from the east, west, south, and north were immediately dumbfounded.

Even the coffin-carrying team standing nearby perked up their ears, listening with great interest.

Everyone loves to hear gossip.

“Of course, there’s nothing your master doesn’t know. I also know that the man who faked his death was named Ma Linxiang. He tried to trick his ancestors into giving him burial goods by pretending to be dead. But he never expected that his actions would backfire and he would be murdered by his accomplices, ultimately losing his life.” A contemptuous smile appeared on Qianhe’s lips.

Everyone was shocked upon hearing this.

"Ah, Daoist Qianhe, how did you know that?" Minister Wu asked, his face full of doubt.

"Hmph, as long as I, Zhong Fa Bai Qianhe, am here, there's nothing within a twenty-mile radius that I don't know about!"

Chizuru decided to show off and said shamelessly.

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, agreeing that Chizuru was absolutely right!

I didn't think he was showing off.

After all, they had already witnessed Chizuru's methods.

Tearing apart a bronze-armored corpse with bare hands—it was utterly terrifying.

At the same time, they looked at the team with disdain on their faces.

It turns out that this was a group of wicked people who were shameless enough to risk their lives for burial goods.

They really look down on people like that.

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As the procession moved forward, they saw the next group passing by.

After all, this is an inevitable path.

A few miles from Qianhe and the others was Majia Town.

However, Chizuru and the others did not know this, so they did not travel a few more miles, otherwise they would have been able to see Majia Town.

In this Majia Town, there is a Taoist priest in charge.

Although this person was old, he was also a Taoist priest from Maoshan.

He was none other than Uncle Nine's second uncle.

The local people all call him Second Uncle.

Because he was old, and others were not as old as him, they were respectfully addressed as Second Uncle. Those of similar age were addressed as Second Uncle, as a sign of respect.

Just like Uncle Jiu, almost everyone in Renjia Town calls Uncle Jiu Uncle Jiu.

Just like Ren Tingting, it's normal for Ren Fa to call Uncle Jiu "Uncle Jiu". But what is Ren Tingting's status that she also calls Uncle Jiu?

[Mr. Zombie, Uncle Nine, already had white hair, most likely in his sixties, but here we've revised it to a middle-aged man in his forties.]

If Uncle Nine were as old as Uncle Two here, then everyone would change their address to Uncle Nine, calling him Uncle Nine!

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