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

Zheng Zhuang had seen this little dog in Quliang City before and found it interesting because it had a demonic aura.

However, its demonic aura was not as pure as Niu Daben's, nor was it the same as that of a "human-demon" that had fused with demonic power. This piqued Zheng Zhuang's interest, so he rescued it.

"How did you end up here? I saved you once in Quliang City," Zheng Zhuang said with a smile.

The puppy remained curled up on the stool, its eyes half-closed, as if it were asleep.

Zheng Zhuang smiled and shook his head. As the saying goes, you can never wake someone who is pretending to be asleep! Today, I'll try to wake up a dog that's pretending to be asleep.

Zheng Zhuang gently hooked his finger, and the stool slowly began to tilt.

The puppy trembled, instinctively wanting to jump up, but in an instant it relaxed its movements and fell to the ground along with the overturned stool.

At this moment, it seemed to wake up sleepily, looked around in confusion, and finally stared at Zhengzhuang with its innocent big eyes.

Wow, you're quite the actress!

Zheng Zhuang glanced at the puppy, as if he had lost patience, and a gleaming flying sword suddenly appeared from the void.

"You fiend, you still want to deceive me? I'll kill you right now!"

The puppy was completely unprepared for Zheng Zhuang's sudden change of attitude. Looking at the flying sword with its crisscrossing sword energy, its tail instinctively tucked between its legs, and its whole body trembled uncontrollably.

It opened its mouth, but could only make a "woof woof" sound.

Just as the flying sword was about to pierce it, it gritted its teeth, and its body instantly changed, transforming into an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

"Immortal, spare my life! I have never harmed anyone, and I did not mean to conceal this from you!"

When Zheng Zhuang saw the little boy's face clearly, he was immediately shocked. This was not a little boy at all, but clearly a little old man!

He had the body of a little boy, but his face was very old, covered with a long beard, and his chest was covered with thick chest hair.

Looking down, only a tattered cloth covered his private parts, and his leg hair was also very thick, making him look like a gorilla.

His body hair was all white, making him look very old, but his voice was very childlike, just like that of an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

"What exactly are you?"

Zheng Zhuang was somewhat surprised, because the little old man in front of him had no demonic aura at all, and looked like an ordinary person, but his appearance was too peculiar, and he didn't look like an ordinary person at all!

The old man sighed bitterly and said, "Even immortals can't tell? Actually, I don't know what I am either!"

--I was different from others from birth. Even as an infant, I looked like an old man on his deathbed. My mother passed away when I was born, and everyone said she was scared to death by me.

--The villagers all said I was a monster. They threw me into the river, trying to drown me, but just as I was about to die, I miraculously turned into a dog and survived.

--Since then, I have been afraid to show my human form in front of people, but when I turn into a dog, I am chased by other vicious dogs. In short, I have lived a life worse than death for the past few years.

"I can't tell if I'm human or a demon, but then I discovered I'm actually getting younger as I age. It's this hope that has kept me alive until now. I believe that one day, when I'm not so hairy anymore, I'll be like a normal person!"

Zheng Zhuang touched his nose and said, "You call this not much hair?"

Well, that's not the point, but something that goes against the laws of growth is unheard of.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Zheng Zhuang sent the flying sword disappearing into the void, just to scare it a little.

"Does the immortal believe me?" Mao Buduo breathed a sigh of relief, but still had some doubts.

Zheng Zhuang nodded: "But I still need to investigate this myself!"

As he spoke, he pressed his palm directly onto Mao Buduo's forehead. Mao Buduo instinctively tried to dodge, but in the end he did not avoid it. Instead, he closed his eyes and looked like he was at the mercy of others.

Zheng Zhuang's eyebrows twitched involuntarily. "I just wanted to investigate what was strange about this body. Your expression makes it seem like I'm about to do something to you..."

Zheng Zhuang's divine sense extended directly into Mao Buduo's body, like a fully automatic high-definition scanner, revealing everything inside.

But after a moment, Zheng Zhuang was somewhat surprised, because from the observation of his divine sense, it was just an ordinary human body, and even the trace of demonic energy at the beginning had disappeared.

Just as Zheng Zhuang was about to withdraw his divine sense, a divine sense no weaker than Zheng Zhuang's suddenly burst forth from between Mao Buduo's eyebrows, colliding directly with Zheng Zhuang's divine sense.

Everything around him changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, Zheng Zhuang found himself in a mysterious space.

Zheng Zhuang knew that this must be the consciousness space of a cultivator, and the fact that such a consciousness space could be formed meant that the cultivator's cultivation level was probably higher than his own.

But he was not alarmed at all, because the sword of his primordial spirit had also entered.

Looking at the small red sword in his hand, Zheng Zhuang suddenly felt as if he had the world at his fingertips.

However, he was not arrogant. The fact that the sword of the primordial spirit could take the initiative to manifest was enough to show that the other party was not simple.

"Huh, a human cultivator?"

A slightly surprised voice rang out, and Zheng Zhuang then saw a figure shrouded in mist ahead.

In this situation, Zheng Zhuang should calmly investigate and find out the other party's identity before making any further plans.

But unexpectedly, the sword of his primordial spirit slashed directly at the mist. Helpless, Zheng Zhuang could only play along and roared loudly:

"After the clouds disperse, the moon will shine; after the fog clears, the sun will appear!"

The figure was forced to reveal itself; it was a slightly overweight middle-aged man who looked warily at the primordial spirit sword in Zheng Zhuang's hand and said:

"Who is your Excellency?"

Zheng Zhuang said irritably, "You invited me in, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment and said, "Sir, you must be joking. You suddenly barged in..."

"Haha, just kidding. I am Zheng Zhuang. I came here by no means. Please don't take offense, fellow Daoist."

Zheng Zhuang changed the subject without any embarrassment. He recalled the unusual behavior of the Primordial Spirit Sword and wondered if it was indeed it that had brought him in.

Although Dongfang Wuming is not a very reliable person, his cultivation is genuine. He must think there is something good in this consciousness space.

The middle-aged man was taken aback by Zheng Zhuang's quick change of heart and paused for a moment before saying, "Fellow Daoist, you are too kind. It is fate that we have come here. My name is Mao Henshao. In my previous life, I was a demon king, but now I am just an obsession!"

Zheng Zhuang looked at the middle-aged man's bald head and immediately felt that the name was quite fitting.

Obsession?

Zheng Zhuang pondered, no wonder the sword of the primordial spirit reacted like that, it turned out to have encountered its own kind!

According to Zheng Zhuang's understanding, the Demon King is equivalent to the Nirvana Realm in the human race, and can be considered a master.

He quickly cupped his hands in greeting and asked the question that had been bothering him:

"My apologies! I just don't know why you are hiding in Mao Buduo's sea of ​​knowledge?"