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

Mu Dongmei hid in a dense forest, practicing her skills daily according to the techniques in her mind.

Half a month later, he not only recovered from his injuries, but also mastered several techniques.

He figured that even if he wasn't a match for the bull demon, he could at least escape, so he decided to go back to the village.

But at that moment, he wasn't thinking about killing Mu Dazhuang; instead, he decided to go home and check on things first.

He had been driven by a single-minded obsession, wanting only to kill Mu Dazhuang and the other two. In addition, his condition was unstable, and he was afraid that he might suddenly lose his mind and hurt Mu Chunhua.

But this two-week period of practice gave him some insight into his own condition.

The reason he became the way he is today is because of a fragment of a magical artifact.

The fragment of the magical artifact fell into the dense forest and absorbed spiritual energy, which caused that area to turn into a swamp.

He fell into the swamp years ago, and because of his resentment and strong obsession, he resonated with the fragments of the magical artifact, which then slowly merged with him.

Mu Dongmei focused her mind, and a broken blade about the length of a palm slowly appeared in her hand. This was the fragment of the magic weapon.

Although it was only a small section, the blade gleamed with a cold light, and it was clearly not simple.

"go with!"

Mu Dongmei gently tossed the broken blade forward, and it flew away in an instant.

Then, with a loud crash, a tree trunk about the thickness of an adult man's arm snapped in front of them.

Mu Dongmei reached out and beckoned, and the broken blade slowly flew up and returned to his hand.

He took a deep breath, partly because he was surprised by the power of the broken blade, and partly because he felt weak after the attack.

He estimated that he could launch such an attack a maximum of three times. If the enemy was not dead after three attacks, he would be at their mercy.

However, this also gave him more confidence.

After comprehending the technique in his mind, another benefit was that he was able to control himself better, at least he wouldn't go berserk as easily as before.

"Sister, are you alright?"

Thinking back to what Mu Dazhuang and the others had done to Mu Chunhua over the years, Mu Dongmei felt a surge of murderous intent, but thankfully she managed to control it in time.

Mu Dongmei hurried along and soon entered the village. After walking for a while, she finally saw the familiar house.

He gradually slowed his pace, wondering what he should say to A-mei when he saw her, and whether his appearance would frighten her.

Mu Dongmei approached the wooden house step by step, but stopped when she got close to the door. She raised her hand as if to knock, but then slowly lowered it.

"Why are you here?"

"Who?"

Just as Mu Dongmei was hesitating whether to knock on the door, a figure jumped out of the window—it was none other than the kitten.

"Why are you here?"

“My older brother is here, so of course I’m here too. By the way, I’ve looked for you in the woods outside the village several times, but I haven’t seen you anywhere. Where did you go?”

Mu Dongmei was shocked to hear this. Could it be that the house had been taken over by a monster? Had her sister met with misfortune?

Thinking of this, Mu Dongmei's breathing became unsteady, and the broken blade appeared in her hand. She said urgently:

"What have you done with Chunhua?"

Seeing that Mu Dongmei was about to attack without warning, the kitten quickly adopted a defensive posture and asked, somewhat puzzled:

"You know Chunhua? What's wrong with her? She's sleeping right now!"

Mu Dongmei paused for a moment, her breathing gradually calming down, then she put away the broken blade and said:

What are you doing in my house?

Seeing that Mu Dongmei had put away her magic weapon and didn't seem to intend to continue fighting, the kitten snorted and said:

"You think I wanted to come? Cough... My older brother was injured and Chunhua rescued him. I was worried about his safety, so I followed him."

The kitten grinned behind it as it spoke, giving a fawning look, then turned back and continued:

"You just said this is your home? What is your relationship with Chunhua?"

“Chunhua is my younger sister. Years ago, I went out to collect herbs and was ambushed. She was still young then, and all these years she has been all alone and helpless. It has been so hard for her!” Mu Dongmei sighed.

"You should have said so earlier! If I had known we were family, I wouldn't have stopped you before. Those bastards actually dared to harm Chunhua's brother. They're just asking for trouble. I'll deal with them tomorrow! Wait for me, I'll go inform my elder brother."

Just as the kitten finished speaking and was about to go inside, Zheng Zhuang's voice came from inside:

"We are just guests. How can we not let the host into our home? Brother Mu, please come in!"

The kitten stretched out a paw, making a "please" gesture.

Mu Dongmei nodded, then stopped knocking and went straight through the wall into the house.

Looking at the familiar furnishings around her, Mu Dongmei showed a nostalgic expression, realizing that she had finally returned.

"Go inside, don't just stand there. There will be plenty of time to see later. Don't keep my older brother waiting!"

The kitten urged her on, and Mu Dongmei quickly followed.

As soon as Mu Dongmei stepped into the inner room, he felt a tightness all over his body. An inexplicable killing intent locked onto him, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss in an instant, and even his soul became unstable.

"Xiu'er!"

A calm voice rang out, and the boundless killing intent dissipated like a tide in an instant. Although Mu Dongmei didn't need to breathe, she clearly felt a sense of relief.

Only then did he dare to look up and peek into the room. This room originally belonged to him, and the surrounding furnishings had not changed much. A young man dressed in white was lying on the floor.

The man had an ordinary face, but he possessed an inexplicable charisma that made him impossible to ignore.

"Brother Mu, please sit down. I am seriously injured and unable to move. Please forgive me for not being able to get up to greet you."

Only then did Mu Dongmei sense Mu Chunhua's presence. She found that Mu Chunhua's breathing was steady, indicating that she was sleeping soundly. It seemed that neither the human nor the demon had made things difficult for her.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Just take good care of yourself. May I ask your name, brother?"

Zheng Zhuang was also observing Mu Dongmei at this moment, and immediately discerned her condition. He smiled slightly and said:

"Brother Mu, you can call me Zheng Zhuang. Brother Mu, you have a great opportunity. The demonic artifact in your body is extraordinary. Although it is only a fragment, it has quite a bit of spirituality."

Upon hearing this, Mu Dongmei was immediately startled. He had only learned of his condition in the last few days, yet this person had seen through it at a glance. No wonder the tiger demon was so respectful to him. At the same time, he felt uneasy and quickly asked:

"A demonic artifact? What's that?"

"Brother Mu, there's no need to worry. Since it has recognized you as its master, it won't harm you. As for what a demonic artifact is, just consider it as one of the artifacts. Artifacts are neither good nor evil; the key lies in the person using them."

Zheng Zhuang could tell that the fragment was stained with a lot of blood, and its previous owner must have killed many people. But now the broken blade had recognized Mu Dongmei as its master, and what would happen next would depend on Mu Dongmei's character.

Moreover, in terms of killing power, it is nothing compared to the Heavenly Show Sword.

Mu Dongmei sensed that Zheng Zhuang was implying something, and quickly said:

"I only want revenge, I won't harm anyone else."

Zheng Zhuang nodded, sighed, and said:

"What goes around comes around. Since they harmed you back then, they deserve this retribution. As long as you don't harm the innocent, we won't interfere."

Mu Dongmei cupped her hands in greeting and said:

"Thank you!"

He had previously harbored resentment towards the kitten for obstructing him, but now he had let go of that resentment. If this "evil spirit" were not him, he might very well have gone on a killing spree.

Despite being seriously injured himself, Zheng Zhuang was still thinking about protecting the villagers; this kind of spirit is unmatched by ordinary people.

Zheng Zhuang saw Mu Dongmei's gaze sweep over Mu Chunhua's room and smiled:

"Brother Mu, wait a moment. You're like this, especially at night, which will frighten Chunhua! Now your cultivation level can't be manifested even during the day. Never mind, Xiaobai, go and wake Chunhua up."

"Alright, big brother."

The kitten responded and ran away.

A short while later, Mu Chunhua got out of bed briskly.

She fumbled to light the lamp, then looked at Zheng Zhuang with some anxiety and said:

"Brother Zheng, where do you feel unwell?"

Zheng Zhuang paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly and said:

"Don't listen to Xiaobai's nonsense. I'm fine. I woke you up so late because there's something I want to tell you, but it's not convenient during the day."

Upon hearing this, Mu Chunhua was taken aback at first, then said somewhat awkwardly:

"Brother Zheng...I'm willing..."