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

Having spent so many years in the ancient tomb, Zheng Zhuang was already extremely familiar with everything around him, so he quickly packed up and was eager to leave.

Just then, an exquisite brocade box slowly floated to his front.

"Young master, it's time to take your medicine!" The spirit Xiu'er said softly with a smile on her face.

Even though this scene had happened many times before, Zheng Zhuang still couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The medicine, the charming woman, the gentle words, the encouraging eyes—he would unconsciously connect them with a famous plot from before his time travel.

The pills inside the brocade box were carefully refined from rare medicinal herbs, and were not only attractive in color but also emitted a pleasant fragrance.

But Zheng Zhuang couldn't help feeling nauseous.

There's nothing else to it, I'm just tired of eating it!

He was trapped in the ancient tomb for nine years. He didn't have the rich and varied food he had before he traveled through time. Instead, all he could find here were pills and pills.

He had never eaten a piece of meat or a grain of rice...

If it weren't for his ever-deepening cultivation, which allowed him to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and go without eating for extended periods, he felt he would have gone mad!

However, the pills in the brocade box must be consumed!

Zheng Zhuang's soul suffered some damage because he forcibly brainwashed himself and did not exercise the proper restraint earlier.

This elixir has a significant effect on injuries. Most importantly, one of its ingredients can blur memories, making the brainwashing effect even better.

Blurring memories does not mean erasing past memories, but rather allowing real memories to merge with illusory memories.

To give a simple example, Zheng Zhuang cleverly grafted some plots he had seen in online novels onto himself, as if he had transformed into the protagonist of the novel.

He especially felt a strong connection to a certain "ordinary" senior brother.

Therefore, he was able to successfully complete the brainwashing.

However, to prevent a rebound, the medication cannot be stopped!

Zheng Zhuang took the pill, frowned, swallowed it in one gulp, and then wiped his mouth:

"ready to go!"

Xiuer made a hand seal, and a series of "click, click" sounds rang out around her, as if some mechanism had been triggered.

Immediately afterwards, the top of the main burial chamber slowly cracked open, and a clear blue sky appeared above Zhengzhuang.

The soft sunlight shone through the clouds, and bathed in this long-awaited, vibrant, and nourishing sunlight, Zheng Zhuang's eyes unconsciously welled up with tears.

"Young master, come to me!"

Xiuer's words instantly shattered the emotions Zheng Zhuang had painstakingly cultivated...

Zheng Zhuang looked at Xiu'er's beautiful face and shapely figure, and hesitated for a moment:

"This...isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Young master, you are too kind! Flying on a sword is a basic skill for a cultivator, and it is in complete accordance with the rules set by the master."

"Don't worry, I can transform into various forms and emanate celestial light, ensuring you stand out from the crowd and that everyone will know you are no ordinary cultivator!"

As soon as Xiuer finished speaking, she transformed and a flying sword shimmering with seven-colored immortal light appeared in front of Zheng Zhuang.

Now that you've said that, I'm getting really excited!

Zheng Zhuang immediately straightened his expression and boarded his flying sword.

What is it like to fly on a sword?

Although he had fantasized about such a scene countless times, Zheng Zhuang found that it wasn't as cool as he had imagined as the flying sword took off.

First, he was a little afraid of heights, and the foothold on the flying sword was very narrow, making it difficult for him to stand steadily.

In addition, the flying sword was so fast that it made people feel dizzy and nauseous.

Also, the wind was so strong that my hairstyle was... indescribable.

"Could you fly... slower... lower?" Zheng Zhuang suggested to Xiu'er telepathically.

“Master once said that speed is an effective way to demonstrate one’s cultivation level. Besides, flying high allows more people to see you!” Xiu’er replied.

Zheng Zhuang squinted, forcing himself to suppress his discomfort, and said:

"If it's too high or too fast, people won't be able to see it clearly, so how can others admire my heroic figure?"

"If that's the case... it seems to make some sense!" Xiu'er gradually reduced her speed and slowly descended.

Unexpectedly, after falling for some distance, the sword of the primordial spirit in Zheng Zhuang's mind suddenly stood up.

Zheng Zhuang was startled. Could it be that his decision to have Xiu'er fly lower was really inappropriate?

Just as he was about to instruct Xiu'er to return to the original state, a voice suddenly rang out from the void:

"You must be from the Qingtian Sect! I never imagined that such a remote place as Cangzhou would have such a master as yourself!"

--I pride myself on my skill in concealment, yet I never expected to be discovered so easily by you.

"In that case, I would be honored if you would like to come up the mountain for a chat!"

Zheng Zhuang was startled by the sudden voice, but his years of practice in showing off had paid off. His face remained calm, as if everything was under control.

However, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered. Judging from the current situation, the newcomer's cultivation level must be quite high.

But where are they?

This put Zheng Zhuang in a difficult position. There were several mountains around him, so which mountain was that person on?

If he goes the wrong way, he won't be able to keep up his act as a master anymore!

Although it's uncertain whether the person on the mountain will make a move, the sword of the primordial spirit in my mind might just strike him.

Suddenly, Zheng Zhuang had a thought: since he had to pretend, he absolutely could not lose face.

So he cleared his throat, secretly amplified his voice, and shouted in an unquestionable tone:

"get down!"

At the top of the mountain, an old man with a red face couldn't help but scratch his ear. Even with his profound cultivation, he couldn't help but wonder if he had misheard.

The old man's name was Wu Huai, and he was known as the "Blood Demon." He was a famous evil master in the world.

In his memory, everyone who saw him was trembling with fear. It had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him like that.

His lifespan is nearing its end; if he cannot advance further, he will only perish and his cultivation will dissipate.

Therefore, he planned to use an extreme method, which was to kill a large number of living beings for blood sacrifice, in order to forcibly break through the cultivation barrier.

The place he chose was Cangzhou!

At his level, he naturally disdained to act secretly, and instead directly announced to the righteous sects of Cangzhou that if anyone wanted to stop him, they could attack him on the way.

If we can stop him, he will leave Cangzhou and will never kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Finally, someone from the Qingtian Sect, the leader of the righteous path in Cangzhou, stepped forward and expressed their desire for peace talks.

But Wu Huai felt that the other party's attitude seemed to indicate that they did not want to negotiate, and they seemed even more domineering than he was!

"Haha, fellow Daoist is truly amusing. I have come from afar, after all. Is this the way the Qingtian Sect treats its guests? Please, fellow Daoist, move to the mountaintop!"

With a gentle wave of his hand, Wu Huai caused a series of blood-red steps to silently extend from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain where he stood.

As a long-established and notorious villain, his cunning and scheming should not be underestimated.

Because Zheng Zhuang's true strength was unknown, he appeared to be yielding, but in reality, he had left a hidden trap in the blood-red steps. If one rashly stepped onto the steps, one would be unknowingly corroded by the blood energy.

Unexpectedly, things did not develop as Wu Huai had imagined. Zheng Zhuang replied coldly as before:

"get down!"

However, this time, as soon as Zheng Zhuang finished speaking, the mountain peak where Wu Huai was located slowly sank, as if a section of it had been erased by human hands!