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

"You mean someone transferred my soul into Lin Mo's body, which is why I became Lin Mo?"

Even after hearing the old man's description, Lin Mo still refused to believe it.

This is understandable. Anyone would find it unbelievable if someone suddenly told them that they were not themselves, but someone else.

“That’s right! Only one race possesses this kind of innate ability, and that is the Blue Fox Clan of the Seven-Colored Grotto in Cangzhou. That’s why they insisted on coming to Cangzhou back then!” the Toasting Elder explained.

"That's utter nonsense. Just for such a reason? If that's the case, why bother coming to Cangzhou? Why not just find a blue fox and go to Yuanzhou?"

Lin Mohao found it increasingly absurd as he listened, but he also harbored some doubts.

The old man who raised the wine cup didn't originally look like this. There were rumors that he had a close relationship with his mother, Zheng Wanru, but for some reason, his mother later married his father, Lin Zixuan.

As far as I can remember, the old man who used to toast me had always been very kind to me.

When I was being punished, he was the one who always stood up for me.

Once, he was almost harmed by bad guys, and it was he who risked his life to save him.

After that incident, his father kept a close watch on him, and he rarely had the opportunity to go out. Even when he did go out, someone would secretly protect him.

But for some reason, his attitude toward me gradually changed.

The old man chuckled:

"So you didn't know? Rumor has it that Cangzhou is an abandoned place used to seal a demon. Therefore, no living being in Cangzhou can leave this place, not even through a teleportation array!"

--For outsiders like us, the only way to get in is through a teleportation array, and there are only two such teleportation arrays in the entire Cangzhou.

"Furthermore, if one dies here, even one's remains cannot be taken back. This rumor is somewhat exaggerated, but in my travels through various states, I have indeed never encountered any creatures from Cangzhou."

"Impossible. Even so, it doesn't prove that I am Lin Bai. After my breakthrough, I regained some memories, and the little boy in my memories is clearly me!" Lin Mo retorted.

The old man offering the toast suddenly revealed a strange smile, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Think about it carefully. If you recall today's events later, will you see your own reflection in your mind's eye?"

Lin Mo was suddenly stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Yes, if it were truly one's own memory, one could see everything one sees and hears, but one thing one cannot see is one's own!

In other words, the memories that have recently appeared in my mind are not my own, but rather a reflection of myself as seen through the eyes of another person!

"Why...why is this happening?"

"Why? Yes, Lin Zixuan gave an order that this matter must not be discussed within the sect, so you don't know."

Lin Zixuan is indeed a remarkable person, but his two sons are a complicated story.

--They were born on the same day. One was exceptionally intelligent, but was born with a blocked meridian, which not only prevented him from cultivating, but also made him look like he would die young due to his weak body.

--The other one has an innate spiritual body and excellent physical attributes, but his soul is congenitally damaged, making him dull and foolish. In other words, neither of them can cultivate.

--As the sect leader of the number one demonic sect in Yuanzhou, it is ironic that his two sons are not even as good as a mortal!

However, due to the nature of his cultivation technique, Lin Zixuan was no longer able to have children.

"In this situation, if you had the chance to have a son who was exceptionally intelligent and possessed extraordinary talent, what would you do?"

"Abandon one to make another possible!"

The toasting elder nodded:

"Yes! If it were me, I would have done the same! But it shouldn't be like this!"

Even if the real Lin Mo is dull and foolish, he still has the right to live. He is his junior sister's child. No matter how useless he is, I hope he can live his life without worries!

--But Lin Zixuan and Wang Lingyue killed him, and not only that, they also killed their junior sister!

Lin Zixuan publicly claimed that his junior sister died from a qi deviation, but why did she suffer from a qi deviation? And who plotted against her?

"So? I'm Lin Bai, and I took over Lin Mo's body and became him? Ah... my head hurts!"

Lin Mo didn't want to believe it was true, but his subconscious told him that this was the truth.

He suddenly felt a splitting headache, and things he couldn't remember before slowly surfaced in his mind.

He regained his past memories, and not only that, but also some other scattered fragments of memories that belonged to the real Lin Mo!

"Young friend, that's the whole story. Could you help me kill this boy? If he dies, the mark on this magical artifact will naturally disappear, and you will be free!"

Mu Dongmei was dumbfounded. He never expected to get involved in such a thing.

But he couldn't help but be tempted; from both a moral and logical standpoint, killing Lin Mo was the best option.

Lin Mo panicked a little. Although he knew the truth, he was still somewhat unwilling.

He had already broken through to the Nirvana Realm at a young age, carrying the hopes of the entire sect. He still had many things to do and was unwilling to perish!

If the Purple Jade Ring, which possesses a spirit, were to join forces with the Toastmaster, he would have no chance of survival!

Just then, the white tiger finally regained its senses and hurriedly went to call Mu Chunhua.

"Chunhua, wake up!"

Its heart skipped a beat, for it was unable to sense the vitality of the wood spring flower.

Mu Chunhua was just a mortal. When the old man and Lin Mo fought, her soul was shattered and there was nothing she could do to save her!

"Ah! Chunhua! This... how am I supposed to explain this to my elder brother!"

Hearing the commotion, Mu Dongmei quickly moved to stand in front of the white tiger.

He reached out and checked, and sure enough, Mu Chunhua was no longer breathing.

This poor woman passed away just like that!

Mu Dongmei's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and an uncontrollable murderous aura emanated from her body as she pointed at the toasting old man and said, word by word:

You...deserve...to die!

"I……"

The sudden turn of events startled even the old man who was raising the cup. He had never expected that such an event would harm innocent people, and he was speechless for a moment.

Mu Dongmei transformed into Zi Yuhuan and, enraged, slashed at the toasting old man.

The toasting elder quickly raised his wine gourd to block the way.

"Young friend, please let me explain..."

Lin Mo seized the opportunity and quickly said:

"Fellow Daoist, you cannot kill him with your spirit form alone. Why don't we join forces?"

Mu Dongmei's repeated attacks were ineffective. She glanced at Lin Mo and flew to his side.

Lin Mo gripped the Purple Jade Ring in one hand, his combat power soared, and he forced the Toasting Elder to retreat repeatedly.

However, he knew very well that he had only just entered the Nirvana Realm and was no match for the Old Man of Wine. Even with the help of the Purple Jade Ring, it would be difficult enough to force the opponent to retreat.

However, Mu Dongmei is currently in a berserk state. If we stop, he might not be able to distinguish friend from foe, which would complicate the situation.

Zheng Zhuang, who lived in the village, sensed the strong magical fluctuations outside and guessed that Mu Chunhua and the white tiger might be in danger, so he rushed out.

He arrived at the scene quickly.

"Brother, I'm...sorry, Chunhua..."

The white tiger instantly transformed into a kitten, and recounted the whole story with a face full of remorse.

Zheng Zhuang waved his hand, looked at the battle taking place in mid-air, indicating that he understood.

He sighed and used his spiritual power to envelop Mu Chunhua's body.

With her soul damaged and life force lost, he had no choice but to try his best to gather Mu Chunhua's scattered soul.

"call……"

After a long while, Mu Chunhua's soul finally stabilized, and a faint shadow appeared.

"Brother Zheng... am I... am I already dead?" Mu Chunhua asked sadly.

Zheng Zhuang nodded with a hint of self-reproach:

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have let you come out! Don't worry, I won't let your soul be scattered. If you are reincarnated, I will ensure you a life of wealth and honor in your next life!"

"Then... in the next life, will I still remember Brother Zheng?" Mu Chunhua asked with some reluctance.

Zheng Zhuang already knew her feelings, but he hadn't considered romantic relationships since he transmigrated.

But if he refused outright, Mu Chunhua might not even survive the cycle of reincarnation; she could only offer words of comfort:

"If fate allows, we will meet again in the next life!"

He could see that Mu Chunhua was unwilling, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes:

"We'll deal with the matters of the next life in the next life; the matters of this life must be settled in this life! Chunhua, just you wait and see, I'll help you take revenge right now!"

After Zheng Zhuang finished speaking, an overwhelming aura erupted from his body.

The kitten was immediately forced to lie on the ground, and all living beings within a radius of a thousand miles felt a strong sense of dread, as if they had encountered an impending catastrophe.

Lin Mo and Zhu Jiuweng, who were fighting, were both surprised, as this aura was even stronger than theirs.

Zheng Zhuang has experienced both the Tribulation of Slaughter and the Tribulation of Karmic Fire. Although he has not yet fully overcome them, his cultivation level is already comparable to that of the Dao Integration Realm.

Once he has overcome these two tribulations, he will not be far from true transcendence.

"Here comes the sword!"

Zheng Zhuang gave a soft shout, and the Tianxiu Sword lying in the cabinet instantly shot into the air, unleashing a terrifying killing intent.

Niu Daben, who was dozing in the cowshed, suddenly woke up with a start, revealing an expression of ecstatic joy.

"Lord!"

Niu Daben jumped out of the cowshed and quickly chased after it.

Mu Dazhuang was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed after him.

"Master, where are you going? Master!"

Zheng Zhuang slowly flew into the air, reached out and caught the Heavenly Show Sword that fell from the sky, and uttered two words calmly:

"Get out of the way!"

Sensing the overwhelming killing intent, Mu Dongmei instantly regained her senses and manipulated the Purple Jade Ring to fly back.

Lin Mo also quickly stopped and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Brother Dao..."

Zheng Zhuang gave him a cold look:

"I'll say it again, get out of the way!"

Lin Mo silently pushed it away, secretly guessing Zheng Zhuang's origins, thinking to himself that Cangzhou was just a remote place, when did such a master emerge?

This person exudes a palpable killing intent, having slaughtered countless lives; he is even more like a demon than I, the young master of the Demonic Sect.

The old man looked at Zheng Zhuang as if facing a formidable enemy, wondering where this person, who appeared to be around the same age as Lin Mo, actually had a higher cultivation level than him. Even the most outstanding talents in Zhongzhou were far inferior to him. Where did this monstrous genius come from?

He carefully examined Zheng Zhuang's features and felt a strange sense of familiarity. Startled, he quickly said:

"You...you are..."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Zhuang had no intention of wasting words with him and slowly raised his sword.

"This is a sword technique I only recently mastered. You can be proud even if you die by this move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a jet-black flame appeared on the Heavenly Show Sword, and the sky within a thousand miles turned black in an instant. At the same time, a bone-chilling cold air spread out, as if freezing the clouds.

"This is... Extreme Cold Black Flame?"

Lin Mo gasped. This was a secret technique recorded in the Yuanmo Sect's supreme cultivation method, the "Heavenly Demon Scripture," which even his father, the sect leader of the Yuanmo Sect, had failed to master.

It is said that to master this secret technique, one needs talent, comprehension, and good fortune, and its power ranks among the top three of all the secret techniques in the "Heavenly Demon Codex".

But now, a young man who suddenly appeared has actually managed to pull it off.

He had always thought of himself as an extraordinary genius and was often secretly pleased with himself, but compared to Zheng Zhuang, he suddenly felt like a frog in a well.

As Zheng Zhuang unleashed his sword strike, the surrounding space seemed to freeze in half.

The gourd, a magical artifact used by the old man to offer a toast, shattered after only a brief moment of resistance.

As the sword light of the Heavenly Show Sword drew ever closer, the old man felt unprecedented pressure.

He knew he couldn't dodge this sword strike.

He looked deeply at Zheng Zhuang, slowly closed his eyes, and gave up resisting.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips the instant the sword light struck down.

"Mo'er..."

Immediately afterwards, the old man who was toasting was completely engulfed by black flames, leaving no trace.

Zheng Zhuang slowly sheathed the Tianxiu Sword, and the sky brightened again, but a trace of chill still lingered in the surroundings.

Mu Chunhua gazed up at the god-like figure in the sky, and after a long while, she sighed and murmured:

"Perhaps only a beauty as celestial as an angel is worthy of Brother Zheng!"

Zheng Zhuang turned around, smiled, and nodded at Mu Chunhua.

Mu Chunhua smiled, bowed to Zheng Zhuang, waved goodbye, and her figure gradually disappeared.

"Thank you, Brother Zheng!" Mu Dongmei revealed her human form and bowed to Zheng Zhuang in gratitude.

“I shouldn’t have agreed to let Chunhua come out, otherwise…” Zheng Zhuang waved his hand and sighed.

Lin Mo also stepped forward and bowed, saying:

"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist. In truth, I also bear some responsibility for this matter. The old man who offered the wine came to kill me, but I never expected that innocent people would be harmed."

Zheng Zhuang then began to seriously examine Lin Mo.

He had always been very confident in his appearance, but at this moment he couldn't help but sigh that this person's appearance was actually no less than his own.

Of course, this is just his own opinion.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly:

"Have we met somewhere?"

Lin Mo felt the same way. The person in front of him gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he were an old friend of many years, and they hit it off immediately.

"I also feel a sense of closeness to you, fellow Daoist."

"Strange," Zheng Zhuang muttered, because he couldn't recall ever seeing such a person before, yet he had this feeling nonetheless.

"Forgive my impertinence, but may I ask which sect you belong to, Brother?" Lin Mo could no longer contain his curiosity. "And why do you know the techniques of my Yuanmo Sect?"

"Yuanmo Sect?" Zheng Zhuang looked puzzled, then suddenly remembered the incomplete demonic cultivation technique. "Oh, so that technique came from the Yuanmo Sect. I've never heard of it before?"