I Am a Saint's Uncle

He had a mountain of treasures yet did not dare leave, afraid someone would kill him. He had stayed alone in the mountains for so long that he was thoroughly sick of it. Usually, he did not even see a ghost, so the ones arriving now had to be his nephew.

But when a nephew came to visit, how could an uncle be the one to greet him? Even if this nephew was just a tiny bit older than him.

This mountain was bound to the system as well. With a thought from Wang Yuan, the mountain gate opened, revealing a small path that led Tongtian and the others up the mountain.

Tongtian did not dare fly with his magic power. Mainly because an invisible force was still suppressing him, and he feared offending that great expert.

Master and disciple entered through the mountain gate.

Judging by their ages, Wang Yuan guessed that the older one should be his nephew.

The younger one was rather good-looking, but who was he?

The moment Do Bao entered, his nose kept twitching. The Many-Treasure Rat was best at finding treasures, but right now, he was dumbfounded...

Why did it feel like... there were treasures everywhere?

"Sit." Wang Yuan pointed at the haphazardly placed cushions on the ground.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Tongtian's face. Even a Chaos Demon God should not be this rude, should he?

But Do Bao did not care about that. With a whoosh, he darted over and plopped down on a cushion, repeatedly signaling Tongtian with his eyes.

Tongtian froze. Do Bao was the Jie Sect's first chief disciple. Although he was usually a little foolish, he had never been this thoughtless before.

But when Tongtian walked over, he was stunned. The cushion looked ordinary, but what kind of eyesight did Tongtian possess?

"My... Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass!"

Tongtian no longer cared about anything else and sat down on the cushion. At once, his mind became clear, and his previously obscure comprehension of the Heavenly Dao gradually brightened. Tongtian was certain that if he sat on this cushion for a thousand years, he could break through the second level of the Enlightened Saint realm and enter the third!

Wang Yuan nodded, then shook his head. "Child, you've suffered. It's just a shabby grass mat. If you like it, Uncle will weave you a mattress too. It's quite cool to lie on."

A... mattress?

No, wait! Do Bao shook his head. Uncle? What was going on? A Saint's uncle?

Was this man tired of living?

Would Master take out a magic treasure and kill this man before them?

Do Bao pressed his hand beneath his butt. He was thinking that if a fight broke out, he would snatch away the Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass cushion first thing.

Yet after a long while, Master did not move.

Do Bao looked curiously at Tongtian. Tongtian was staring blankly at the bed... His eyes held nothing but shock and... longing.

That bed was the one Wang Yuan lay on.

Do Bao followed his gaze.

"It really is... a mattress."

It was entirely woven from Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass!

Suddenly, Tongtian tilted his head back, then placed his hand on Do Bao's thigh.

"Mas—"

Before he could finish, his face abruptly turned green. A sharp pain shot through his thigh as Tongtian viciously pinched it.

Do Bao did not dare say anything, while Tongtian muttered, "It doesn't hurt. So it really is a dream. Why does it have to be a dream? How wonderful would it be if it were real!"

As he spoke, he even wiped away tears.

Do Bao was nearly crying from pain. "Master, why don't you pinch yourself?"

Tongtian froze. Looking down, embarrassment flashed across his face. "Eh?"

What shocked him was what hung from Wang Yuan's bed curtain: a row of decorations, twelve tiny black swords. Each sword had a small ring at its pommel, and they were threaded together by a cord.

Wang Yuan sighed. The child had never seen anything good. Though really, it was the child's own fault. Why had he not come earlier?

Uncle had more wealth than he could spend. He could squander it however he liked!

If he had come earlier, he would have had everything. Why be so curious about a mere decoration?

Right, what was this little black sword called?

He had forgotten.

Forget it.

Wang Yuan tore down the cord and tossed it over. "Look, look! What are you staring at? If you want something, just tell Uncle! What a hopeless sight. Take it and play with it!"

After saying that, he threw over the twelve little black swords strung together. Tongtian held the twelve black swords in disbelief.

Though he did not know what they were, the aura on them...

An Innate Slaughter Supreme Treasure!

They were of the same grade as the God Slaying Spear once wielded by the deceased Luo Hou!

Uncle?

Should he acknowledge him?

This great expert had mistaken him for someone else...

Tongtian found it hard to lower his pride, especially with Do Bao beside him.

But if he did not acknowledge him... these were Innate Slaughter Supreme Treasures!

Should he silence Do Bao? He glanced at him. Do Bao felt a chill run through his whole body, but as a Many-Treasure Rat, he was exceptionally clever. "Mas—"

Before he could finish, Tongtian glared him back. "Call me Young Master..."

"Yes... Young Master."

In that instant, Tongtian had already divined the matter of this supposed nephew. He simply did not understand why he was a mortal, but then he thought that a Chaos Demon God must have been reincarnated, so it did not matter.

Wang Yuan nodded. It seemed his elder brother was doing quite well now, even arranging a servant for his nephew.

But this child was pitiful too. He had never seen anything good. Sigh.

He nodded. "Nephew, come here. Uncle will broaden your horizons."

Wang Yuan lived alone in the mountains. Though there were quite a few houses, he had grown accustomed to doing whatever he pleased by himself, so he brought them straight to his bedroom.

"Yes..."

Tongtian truly could not bear to leave. Nephew... Fine, nephew it was!

Whatever!

No one would know about this anyway.

He and Do Bao rose and followed Wang Yuan around the mountain.

Tongtian and Do Bao were both dumbfounded, their gazes vacant.

The worst lotuses on the water's surface were Twelfth Grade Lotus plants. Tongtian did not dare count the most numerous kind, afraid his heart would explode.

Wang Yuan had actually arranged the mountain rather well. Though it was somewhat casual, it was all the more convenient for it. Only after touring the place did Tongtian realize how shallow his knowledge had been.

This Senior—this "Uncle"—was right. He truly had been ignorant and inexperienced.