This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

late at night.

Zheng Zhuang still couldn't sleep, not because he slept too much during the day and suffered from insomnia at night.

When he inadvertently focused his consciousness on himself, he was surprised to find that he could see what was happening inside his own body.

He saw his internal organs being torn apart by an invisible force, and then an invisible flame burning inside his body.

Just when he thought his body was about to give way, another invisible force repaired his injuries.

Just as it recovers, it is torn apart again by that invisible force, and so the cycle repeats itself.

Strangely enough, despite such a drastic change, he did not feel any pain at all, and there was not even the slightest abnormality on his body.

Zheng Zhuang had guessed that he might be a scholar traveling abroad who had unfortunately encountered bandits on the road. After a fight, he killed the bandits despite being seriously injured.

But now it seems that my origins are not simple at all. Given the condition of my body, an ordinary person would have died countless times.

Could I be a cultivator?

The word "cultivator" flashed through Zheng Zhuang's mind, and he was inexplicably stunned. What is a cultivator?

Just then, Zheng Zhuang suddenly heard two footsteps outside the door.

Zheng Zhuang was taken aback again, because his room was quite far inside, and he could clearly hear the footsteps outside the door, and he could even tell that there were two people inside. This was something that ordinary people could not do.

He held his breath, and the sounds outside the door became even clearer.

"Hey dog, keep your movements down, it'll be bad if someone hears you."

"Hehe, don't worry, young master. I put sleeping powder in Mu Chunhua's room. That little hussy is sleeping soundly. Even if you beat the drums and gongs, she won't wake up. It's a pity that the pretty boy is sleeping in the inner room, otherwise, there would be no need for all this trouble."

"Damn it, this pretty boy dares to steal my woman, I'll finish him off tonight."

"Young master, rest assured. I checked on him during the day; this pretty boy is badly injured. Even if he dies, no one will suspect us. Perhaps you could take care of that little hussy tonight while you're at it..."

"Get to work! Do I need you to teach me how to do things?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhuang felt a pang of panic. Were these two men outside coming for him?

He was speechless. He had just arrived at the village and had never even seen these two people before. Why did they want to take his life as soon as they arrived?

Just then, a creak sounded, and two people tiptoed in from outside the door.

The two men carried an oil lamp and first peeked into Mu Chunhua's room. Finding that she was indeed sleeping soundly, they then swaggered into the inner room.

As soon as the two entered the room, Zheng Zhuang, trying to remain calm, preemptively said:

"Who are you? What are you doing?"

The two men carrying the oil lamp were startled, but they breathed a sigh of relief when they found Zheng Zhuang lying on the bed without making any movement.

"Oh ho, you're still awake. I was planning to finish you off without you even noticing!" One of the weasel-faced youths chuckled, waving a tattered cloth in his hand. "If you know what's good for you, you'd better not make a sound!"

Zheng Zhuang understood what he meant: if he shouted, he should stuff the rag into his mouth.

Zheng Zhuang knew he couldn't panic at this moment; if his mouth was gagged, he would have no choice but to close his eyes and wait to die. So he chose to cooperate.

"I have no grudge against you, why are you doing this?"

Another ugly, slightly overweight young man sneered and held the oil lamp close to Zheng Zhuang's face, saying:

"I'll let you die knowing why. My name is Mu Dazhuang. My father is the boss of this village. I've had my eye on Chunhua for a long time, but I've been rejected several times when I went to propose marriage. Well, being rejected isn't a big deal. No one in the village would dare to get close to someone I've set my sights on. She'll be moved by me sooner or later. But I never expected that, despite all my precautions, you, this pretty boy, would show up out of nowhere!"

Zheng Zhuang smiled wryly to himself and quickly said:

"Brother, you've misunderstood. Chunhua and I aren't like that. I was injured, and Chunhua saved me. That's all!"

"Who the hell is your brother? What misunderstanding? I specifically asked Tiger, and he said you were seriously injured while saving Chunhua, and Chunhua is planning to repay him with her body!" Gouzi snorted.

"I hate pretty boys like you the most. You dare to do it but don't dare to admit it. Do you think you can fool me like this? You've already brought me right into the house, and you still dare to argue! I bet if you weren't unable to move right now, you two would probably already be sleeping in the same bed!"

Zheng Zhuang has truly experienced what it means to "swallow bitter herbs like a mute," realizing that this matter is indeed somewhat difficult to explain.

"Young master, why bother talking to him so much? Just kill him first to prevent future trouble!"

The dog squeezed the rag in its hand and moved directly towards Zhengzhuang.

Zheng Zhuang was unable to move and could only try to stall for time.

"Wait a minute... If you don't believe me, how about I leave the village once my injuries have healed a bit?"

"Wait a moment!"

Mu Dazhuang waved his hand, stopping the dog from moving.

Seeing that Mu Dazhuang hesitated, Zheng Zhuang quickly added:

"I'm from out of town and never planned to stay in the village for long. If it weren't for my health issues, I wouldn't have come here!"

"Young Master, don't believe him. He is leaving, and he might take Chunhua with him. Besides, we've already been exposed. If he goes around spreading rumors..." Gouzi said.

"I won't……"

"Do it!"

Mu Dazhuang gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

When Zheng Zhuang tried to speak again, his mouth was already gagged. He tried to struggle, but could only make "woo-woo-woo" sounds.

Then, he saw Gouzi take out a few pieces of paper from his pocket, hand them to Mu Dazhuang, and then slowly walk out of the house.

Zheng Zhuang immediately sensed something was wrong. A short while later, Gouzi came in carrying an earthen bowl filled with water.

Mu Dazhuang soaked the paper in water and grinned maliciously.

"Hmph, I'll see how long you can last, you pretty boy!"

"Haha, with his build, I bet he won't last three rounds."

Zheng Zhuang watched helplessly as the wet paper approached him, unable to do anything but watch it fall on his face in despair.

However, Zheng Zhuang soon sensed something was wrong, because he did not experience the suffocating feeling he had imagined.

He carefully examined himself and found that he couldn't breathe normally through his mouth and nose, but it didn't seem to have much of an impact on him.

Zheng Zhuang had a strange feeling, as if he could completely control his body. Although he couldn't move his limbs, he could control everything inside his body, and even control his heart rate.

"Huh, why did this pretty boy stop moving so quickly?"

"Nonsense, hasn't he been unable to move? Let's see if he's dead!"

The dog still felt something was off because the pretty boy's behavior was too calm. Even if his limbs couldn't move, there should at least be some subtle struggle on his face. It was as if the paper was covered on a piece of wood.

"To be on the safe side, give him two more!"

The dog wasn't reassured, so it picked up two more pieces of paper and covered them up, smoothing out the edges of the paper with its hands.

After another half a day, seeing that Zheng Zhuang still hadn't made any move, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Dazhuang ripped the paper off Zheng Zhuang's face, revealing a face that appeared to be asleep.

Mu Dazhuang reached out and checked Zheng Zhuang's mouth and nose with his finger, then let out a long breath and said, "He's not breathing!"

Looking at that peaceful sleeping face, the dog vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"I still feel like something's not right. Should I give him another one?"

"Are you fucking stupid?! What's wrong with that? How can you live if you're not breathing and have no heartbeat?"

After being slapped by Mu Dazhuang, Gouzi realized that even if the other person could hold their breath, they couldn't control their heartbeat. Besides, he had never heard of anyone being able to hold their breath for so long, so he must have been overthinking it.

"Pack up and let's leave."

The dog nodded, walked out of the house and put the earthen bowl back in its place. Then it carefully folded the paper it had brought and put it away. As for the water stains that it accidentally left behind, they would dry before dawn in this kind of weather and would not leave a trace.

As for Mu Chunhua, she would wake up a little later than usual. When she woke up, she would only feel that she was too tired yesterday and therefore overslept.

Then, when she entered the room, she would only find a cold corpse.

The dog smiled smugly. This wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, but without a doubt, this time it was the cleanest and most efficient.

After the two finished getting ready, they went outside. Gouzi used a dagger to hold the door latch, closed the door, and slowly pulled the dagger back. The latch fell down and locked the door from the inside.

Mu Dazhuang and Gouzi left quietly, as if they had never been there at all.

Zheng Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief as he listened to their footsteps fade into the distance. If it had been anyone else, they probably would have died without knowing why.

Zheng Zhuang was in a dilemma. If those two found out he was still alive tomorrow, would they come again? He didn't know if he could escape this time.

But if I were to play along and fake my death, I'd probably be dragged out and buried tomorrow. In my current state, if I were buried alive, even if I didn't die, who knows when I'd be able to get up again.

If it's buried too deep...

Thinking of this, Zheng Zhuang sighed helplessly and decided to just lie there for now.

"Interesting, you actually fooled those two idiots!" a mocking voice suddenly rang out.

"Do you know how dangerous that was? What do you know, you little kitten!" Zheng Zhuang said irritably.

With his hearing, he had actually spotted the kitten on the roof beam a long time ago, but he hadn't paid it any mind.

"You're the little kitten, I'm the White Tiger King!"

Upon hearing this title, the white tiger became agitated and wanted to reveal its true form to scare the rude mortal.

However, just as it was about to make a move, it sensed a hint of murderous intent emanating from the menacing sword inside the cabinet.

It quickly calmed down and even chirped twice in cooperation.

"Meow meow!"

It breathed a sigh of relief when it felt the murderous sword gradually calm down.

Why are you always targeting me?

The white tiger felt wronged, because ever since it stepped into that forest, it had been targeted by that vicious sword.

After arriving at this village, the Tianxiu Sword went into hiding and was then put away by Mu Chunhua.

Seeing this opportunity, the white tiger tried to escape, but it was quickly enveloped by a murderous intent, which made its limbs tremble and it immediately became obedient.

After several attempts, the white tiger discovered that as long as it did not run away or harm the people and livestock in the village, it would not be targeted by the fierce sword.

But to my surprise, even a little scare wouldn't work!

"Huh? Wait a minute, you're not scared that I, the Great King, can talk?"

The white tiger recalled Mu Chunhua's reaction when she first heard him speak; this impolite fellow seemed to be more than she appeared.

"What's so strange about you being able to talk? Don't all demons that refine transverse bones know how to do that?" Zheng Zhuang suddenly paused halfway through his sentence. "Wait, what's a demon? Why do I know these things?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, I misjudged you. You are a human cultivator? But why do you not have a trace of spiritual power?"

The white tiger, transformed into a kitten, leaped lightly from the roof beam, nimbly jumped to the bedside, and carefully examined Zheng Zhuang for a few moments.

"I've heard that human cultivators focus on cultivating their dantian. If the dantian is destroyed, they will lose all their magical power and become a cripple? Let me, the Great King, take a look."

The kitten peeked at the cabinet next to it, then cautiously stretched out its little paws to reach towards Zheng Zhuang.

"Just as I thought, the meridians are destroyed... What is this? Ah!"

The kitten was so frightened that it quickly withdrew its paw, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of its mouth, before it fainted and rolled to the ground with a "thud"...