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

"Ahem, do you have an older brother?"

Seeing that Mu Chunhua's expression was off, Zheng Zhuang knew she had misunderstood and quickly interrupted her.

"Oh? Yes, but he's been missing for many years. How did you know, Brother Zheng?"

Mu Chunhua was somewhat surprised, because she had never mentioned Mu Dongmei to Zheng Zhuang, and Zheng Zhuang had been lying at home since entering the village, so he shouldn't know about her brother.

Zheng Zhuang thought for a moment and said:

“Chunhua, you’ve been through a lot these days. You should know that there are many things in this world that are beyond your common sense, like Xiaobai. Well, I guess I count too.”

Mu Chunhua nodded. At first, when the white tiger followed her back to the village, she was very uneasy, fearing that it would harm the villagers.

But she was terrified of the sword, and later she became afraid of Zheng Zhuang, but she gradually got used to it.

She grew up in the village and had little contact with the outside world. She was simple-minded and didn't think too much.

"I know, Xiaobai is a monster. Brother Zheng, you... are very powerful!"

She could sense that Zheng Zhuang was unusual, and she often felt sorry for herself, thinking that she was not good enough for him.

Seeing that she had a fairly good ability to understand, Zheng Zhuang continued:

"Actually, your brother... is right here right now."

Mu Chunhua was stunned upon hearing this and quickly looked around, but she did not see anyone else.

"Brother Zheng, you must be joking. There's no one left in this house."

"Well, he can't really be considered human, he... sigh, don't be afraid of whatever you see in a little while, I'm here and everything will be fine, Brother Mu, please show yourself."

Zheng Zhuang still felt it would be better for the siblings to talk to each other face to face, as it would be troublesome for him to explain it to them.

As soon as Zheng Zhuang finished speaking, Mu Chunhua saw a figure gradually appear in front of her. The figure was somewhat illusory, but his face was very real. It was her brother!

"Brother? Is it really...you?" Tears welled up in Mu Chunhua's eyes.

"Sister, it's me. You've suffered all these years!" Even though Mu Dongmei was a spirit, her eyes still stung with tears.

Wow! Brother!

Mu Chunhua burst into tears and reached out to hug Mu Dongmei, but her hands passed right through Mu Dongmei the moment they touched her, leaving her stunned.

Mu Dongmei reached out and gently patted Mu Chunhua's head.

“Silly sister, your brother died several years ago and is now just a spirit. Sit down and I will tell you slowly.”

Then, Mu Dongmei told Mu Chunhua the whole story.

“Those bastards! They're the ones who killed my brother! I... I'm going to settle the score with them right now.”

Mu Chunhua was furious and stood up abruptly.

"Hey, little sister, don't worry. How can a girl like you settle accounts with them? Even if you tell others, no one will believe you. Don't worry, I won't let them get away with this."

"Dog and the others are like you, brother..."

Mu Dongmei nodded, gritting her teeth as she said:

"Mu Dazhuang can't escape either. They all deserve to die. I suspect that my father's death back then was also related to them!"

"Hmm, but does my family really have a treasure that can make someone become an immortal? What is it?" Mu Chunhua asked疑惑地.

Did your father not give you any instructions or leave you anything?

Mu Dongmei was also stunned. She learned from Mu Dazhuang that there was indeed a treasure in the family, but she did not know what it looked like.

“No, after Father was poisoned and returned home, he remained unconscious and passed away a few days later without saying a word,” Mu Chunhua said after carefully recalling the events.

"Ah, this..."

Mu Dongmei didn't know what to say for a moment. In his current state, even if that treasure could help people become immortals, it wouldn't be of much use.

But that thing caused their family to be destroyed and they didn't even know what it was, so they were really unwilling to accept it.

Hearing their conversation, Zheng Zhuang had some guesses in his mind. Cultivators were like gods in the eyes of mortals, so perhaps that thing was a cultivation technique or a pill.

Elixirs can be ruled out, because if they were elixirs, the ancestors of the Mu family would probably have consumed them long ago and wouldn't be alive now.

"Chunhua, Brother Mu, may I ask you something? That treasure might be a cultivation technique. Do you have any jade slips or ancient books at home?"

"Jade slips or ancient books?"

Mu Chunhua lowered her head and pondered for a while. Her family was so poor that they couldn't possibly have something as valuable as jade, but they did have a few books.

Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she quickly ran to her room, returning shortly with a tattered old book.

“Brother Zheng, is this it? After my father passed away, I sold almost everything of value in the house to make ends meet. I found this book by chance. It was in a box, which I sold. I can read some words, but I can’t understand anything written on it. The book was tattered and no one wanted it, so I kept it and have been using it as a padding under the table ever since.”

"May I see it?"

"Yes, Brother Zheng, please take a look."

Mu Chunhua quickly patted the dust off the book and then handed it to Zheng Zhuang.

Mu Dongmei instinctively wanted to stop them, but considering Zheng Zhuang's extraordinary background, she thought he wouldn't covet their treasures. Besides, the item didn't really look like a treasure, so she didn't say anything.

"Chunhua, you can just put it by your bedside."

"Okay, Brother Zheng."

Mu Chunhua gently put the book down, and then she saw it fly into the air by itself and start turning the pages.

Mu Dongmei secretly rejoiced that she hadn't rashly stopped him; just from this one move, she knew that this person must be a cultivator, and one with considerable cultivation.

The group remained silent, watching the pages of the book turn in quiet.

After a while, the book gently closed itself and slowly fell into Mu Chunhua's hands.

Mu Chunhua randomly flipped to a page and looked at the strange symbols on it, feeling a headache coming on.

Mu Dongmei turned her head to look at it and also felt that it was like a book written in heaven, so she asked:

"Brother Zheng, have you figured anything out?"

Zheng Zhuang sighed and slowly began to speak:

"Now I understand why your ancestors didn't pass on cultivation techniques to their descendants. Although this book is incomplete, it is indeed a cultivation manual, and not just any ordinary technique. However, what it records is not some secret method to become an immortal, but a demonic cultivation technique!"

Mu Dongmei quickly asked, "What is that?"

Zheng Zhuang explained:

"Although I have lost my memory, I still remember some things. There are many cultivation methods in this world. Besides the immortal path, there are also cultivation methods that can turn people into demons. Demonic cultivation methods are different from immortal cultivation. Most demonic cultivators are violent and will kill innocent people indiscriminately if they disagree. Because they are against the harmony of heaven and earth, the heavenly tribulations they suffer are more powerful, and few of them die a good death."

"However, it's not absolute. The cultivation method is secondary. Whether one does good or evil depends on the cultivator himself. It's just that many people lack willpower."

Zheng Zhuang paused for a moment, then continued:

"If it were a typical demonic cultivation technique, the requirements for the cultivator's aptitude wouldn't be high, so many people would still be willing to take the risk. But this technique not only requires the cultivator to have extremely high aptitude, but also requires meeting several harsh conditions in order to have any hope of mastering it. That's why your ancestors didn't allow you to cultivate it."

"I see!"

Mu Dongmei sighed, but a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes.

With the bull demon protecting him, Mu Dazhuang must increase his strength if he wants to take revenge. Also, once he has avenged himself, what should he do next?

Since he had embarked on the path of cultivation by chance, he naturally wanted to go further and see the world that mortals had never seen.

Zheng Zhuang noticed Mu Dongmei's expression and smiled, saying:

"Actually, given Brother Mu's situation, there are some secret techniques involved that he might be able to cultivate."

Suddenly, a thought struck him: this technique mentioned a secret method for condensing malevolent energy, which might be useful to him as well.

“Brother Mu, this is a family heirloom of yours. I shouldn’t have any interest in it, but I am seriously injured. One of the secret techniques within it might help me recover. I would like to make a deal with you. In exchange, I will pass on the secret technique that is suitable for you. How about that?”

Mu Dongmei was immediately overjoyed. She couldn't understand this tattered book anyway, and with the other party's abilities, they couldn't force it from her. This was a win-win situation, so she quickly agreed.

"Of course, thank you for your help, Brother Zheng."