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

This demonic cultivation technique is inherently profound, and given its incompleteness, it should theoretically be very difficult to comprehend.

But Zheng Zhuang had a strange feeling, as if he had seen this manual somewhere before, and the deeper he delved into it, the stronger this feeling became.

He even managed to deduce and reconstruct some of the incomplete parts, and it seemed that he was more suited to cultivating the demonic path than his own cultivation method.

This puzzled Zheng Zhuang greatly. He had heard Qin Qianqian mention a few times that cultivation places great importance on talent, especially for certain innate constitutions, where cultivating corresponding techniques would be twice as effective.

Could I be the legendary "innate demonic body"? But I don't have any of those so-called characteristics!

Zheng Zhuang shook his head secretly. In his current state, he couldn't care less about anything else. As long as it was useful, that was enough. So he tried to cultivate.

Mu Dongmei did not live at home, but went to practice her spirituality alone outside the village.

Firstly, because Mu Dazhuang has already run away once, he is very likely to run away again. The bull demon cannot protect him forever, and without the bull demon's protection, he will definitely run away immediately.

Secondly, Mu Dongmei couldn't calm down at home, and even if she stayed by Amei's side, it wouldn't help. In addition, the pressure from Tianxiu Sword was too intense.

Even though Zheng Zhuang tried his best to restrain Tianxiu Sword, the overwhelming killing intent could not be completely concealed, which Mu Dongmei, in her soul state, felt particularly deeply.

Therefore, Mu Dongmei only came to Zhengzhuang to ask for advice in the middle of the night.

"Brother Zheng, this secret technique is truly extraordinary. In just a few days, I feel that I have made considerable progress."

Zheng Zhuang nodded slightly. This set of techniques seemed to be tailor-made for him. He could already feel his injuries slowly healing.

Even if he can't fully recover, he should be able to get out of bed and move around soon.

"Yes, Brother Mu has indeed made rapid progress and is already close to the Foundation Establishment stage."

The kitten immediately jumped up:

"What! I've cultivated diligently for nearly a hundred years and I'm only at the Foundation Establishment stage. Does that mean this young upstart is about to catch up with me? Brother, this cultivation technique is so powerful, could you teach me?"

Zheng Zhuang shook his head helplessly and said irritably:

“There’s no such thing as a quick fix in cultivation. Brother Mu’s progress is due to his sufficient accumulation in the early stages, plus the compatibility between that magic weapon and the cultivation technique itself. Even if I passed it on to you, you’re just a demon cultivator, it wouldn’t be of any use!”

"Big brother, people outside often talk about demons and monsters, which shows that demons and monsters are the same thing. Maybe I'm compatible with this technique?" The kitten was still willing.

“Hehe, you’re dreaming. People often lump demons together because many demons do things that are not righteous. What does that have to do with cultivation? If you force yourself to cultivate, it is very likely to backfire. This technique is also extremely domineering. If you are not afraid of exploding and dying, I can teach you.” Zheng Zhuang said.

"Oh...is it that serious? Then...I think I'll give up practicing." The kitten said dejectedly.

Mu Dongmei's expression suddenly turned serious, and she bowed to Zheng Zhuang, saying:

"Brother Zheng, I have a question I would like to ask you."

Seeing his serious expression, Zheng Zhuang vaguely guessed what was going on and nodded, saying:

"But it doesn't matter."

"May I ask you, Brother Zheng, is it possible for me to start anew?" Mu Dongmei asked urgently.

Zheng Zhuang pondered for a while.

"Well, as the saying goes, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Since Brother Mu is already dead, it's almost impossible for him to return to his former self, but..."

"But what?"

"However, with Brother Mu's cultivation level, if you have a suitable body to possess, it might not be a bad idea."

Mu Dongmei revealed a joyful expression. He had been framed and killed several years ago, and he was already resentful. Now that he had embarked on the path of cultivation and had the opportunity to live a second life, how could he not be excited?

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"I wonder what kind of Mu Dazhuang is..."

Zheng Zhuang shook his head and carefully examined Mu Dongmei.

"No, Mu Dazhuang is just a mortal. His body simply cannot withstand your soul. Besides, your situation is very special. Even possessing a cultivator's body might not be effective."

Mu Dongmei panicked immediately.

"What do you mean? Please explain, Brother Zheng!"

Zheng Zhuang sighed and his fingers twitched slightly.

Mu Dongmei suddenly felt an invisible force enveloping him, and then the fragments of the magical artifact within his body involuntarily surfaced.

The fragment of the magical artifact trembled slightly, as if facing a terrifying being, instinctively feeling fear.

"Brother Mu, you have achieved your current cultivation level because you fused with this magic weapon fragment. However, rather than calling you a cultivator, it would be more accurate to say that you are a rare existence—a weapon spirit."

"What is a spirit weapon?"

"All things have spirits. Some magical treasures, due to their extraordinary Daoist essence, can give birth to spirits. Such magical treasures are extremely rare and are not commonly seen in the entire cultivation world. Another type is created by using special refining methods to integrate the souls of powerful demonic beasts into the magical treasure, making them artifact spirits. Such magical treasures are also not many, but they are slightly more numerous than the first type, which is naturally born and nurtured by nature. The difference is that the former has great potential and can continuously evolve with the master's cultivation level, while the latter, although not very high in growth potential, is inherently powerful and does not require much time to cultivate."

"What does this have to do with me?" Mu Dongmei asked, puzzled.

Zheng Zhuang smiled and continued to explain:

"Brother Mu's situation is special because you are not the first type, which is nurtured by the magic weapon itself. This magic weapon itself is broken and does not have the ability to nurture a spirit. However, you are not the second type, which is artificially refined, because the fragments of the magic weapon actively merged with you. Therefore, you should be somewhere in between, a special case among special cases."

Zheng Zhuang paused for a moment, then stopped teasing him.

"Given your current situation, there is another way: find other fragments of magical artifacts, fuse them together, and you will become a complete artifact spirit. At that time, with the help of the power of the magical artifacts, it will be easy to condense a physical body."

"Then how can we find the other fragments?"

“These fragments come from the same source and must have a special connection with each other. The reason you can’t sense them now is probably because they are too far apart.”

Mu Dongmei nodded thoughtfully and bowed slightly, saying, "Thank you for informing me, Brother Zheng!"

Mu Dongmei asked a few more questions about cultivation, and Zheng Zhuang answered them one by one before he took his leave.

Zheng Zhuang watched Mu Dongmei's departing figure and sighed softly.

There was one thing he didn't say: this magical artifact itself had an owner.

If Mu Dongmei successfully merges with it, she is very likely to be enslaved by the cultivator who controls it. Moreover, this magic weapon is inherently demonic, so this possibility is not small.

However, a special artifact spirit like Mu Dongmei would likely be treasured by demonic cultivators, who wouldn't force her to have it.

Thinking of this, Zheng Zhuang sighed. He should take care of himself first.