Junior Uncle is too cunning.

In the leopard-headed man's memory, this pig demon was a disgrace to the demon race, but in Chen Fusheng's eyes, he was a strange demon.

The pig-headed man appeared in Beiju Luzhou a thousand years ago. At that time, he was just an insignificant little pig demon who did nothing but eat and sleep and was timid and submissive. Unexpectedly, after a thousand years, he broke through to the level of a demon general, which surprised all the demons. It even attracted the attention of some demon masters (mysterious immortals) and demon lords (golden immortals), who came to investigate the secret of his rapid leveling up. They observed for a long time but could not come to a conclusion.

It wasn't until they caught the attention of a demon king who came over to take a look and left only one sentence: "Being able to eat is a blessing." It took everyone a long time to understand. There were many demons who could eat, but only the pig-headed man could reach the level of a demon general by eating. This could only be attributed to his extraordinary talent. Everyone left.

This pig-headed man was quite an oddball. When he was a minor demon, he was cunning and sly, rarely seen, let alone contributing to the demon race.

Having broken through to the Dao Demon General level, his status and position have changed, and he no longer cares about external affairs, spending his days doing only two things: "eating" and "sleeping".

How could this be allowed? The other demon generals were busy all day long, and seeing the pig-headed man like this, they were furious and directly complained to the higher-ups of the demon alliance.

The pig-headed man wasn't popular, and the higher-ups in the demon alliance, seeing that he had incurred public wrath and had no powerful backing, casually gave him a task and sent him to the front line on the border between humans and demons, so they wouldn't have to see him and worry about him.

Then began the legendary journey of the pig-headed man. He was always late for every major battle, and even when he did come, he would just make a brief appearance and then go home to sleep. Many demons reported him, and later, in order to quell the public anger, the general at the front line strictly ordered that if the pig-headed man did it again, he would be severely punished.

For the next twenty years, the pig-headed man was always on the front lines in every battle. He didn't kill anyone; relying on his thick skin, he would charge in and, once most of the people around him were dead, he would hastily retreat.

Over the past twenty years, old people have come and new people have come, and several generations have changed. Even two of the frontline generals have died, but the pig-headed man has stood firm and even gained weight. The frontline commander saw him as a lucky general, and since this matter was of great importance, he sent him and the leopard-headed man to give it a try.

Chen Fusheng's interest grew even stronger after learning some details about the pig-headed man, which reminded him of his second senior brother from his previous life. "Could it be him?"

After thinking about it, I realized that something was wrong. We're still a long way from the Journey to the West, and even the Investiture of the Gods is still a long way off. Besides, myths from the past are myths after all, and they are very different from the present. We can't completely disbelieve them, but we also can't believe them too much.

Chen Fusheng dared not draw any conclusions rashly. He simply took out three more incense sticks from his storage ring. After all, the other party was skilled in defense and was quite large. What if the dosage was insufficient and the incense stick escaped?

After the incense had completely burned out, two more layers of "ice flames" were arranged around him before the ice was slowly melted and he was released.

After all the ice melted, the pig-headed man slowly stretched, threw all the grass in his hand into his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

Seeing Chen Fusheng looking at him with a smile, he quickly lay down on the ground, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said respectfully, "This little demon pig is incompetent and pays respects to the True Immortal Lord."

Looking at Zhu Wuneng's obedient appearance and his muscular body, Chen Fusheng almost burst out laughing. However, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked calmly, "Your name is Zhu Wuneng? Who told you I'm a True Immortal?"

Pig Incompetent nodded and slowly raised his head slightly. "Yes, sir, Pig is my own name. It means 'nothingness' and 'can eat.' As for your True Immortal realm, sir, it was Old Pig who saw it."

After saying this, Pig Incompetent respectfully awaited his fate. Chen Fusheng's face turned bright red, his cheeks puffed out, and he looked extremely uncomfortable. After a long while, he slowly asked, "Pig~Incompetent, is that your real name?"

Pig Incompetent nodded repeatedly and said sincerely, "Yes, yes, yes, this is really the real name that I thought about for three months. I dare to swear to heaven that I would not dare to deceive you, sir, or I will die a horrible death."

Chen Fusheng laughed heartily for a while, then said, "Alright, get up and talk."

After Pig Wuneng sat down properly, he continued to ask curiously, "You can tell my cultivation level?"

Pig Incompetent glanced at Chen Fusheng's expression and replied respectfully and earnestly, "Yes, sir. I have accomplished nothing since I was a child. The only thing that has made me alive is these eyes."

Although your method is indeed powerful, capable of concealing an early-stage True Immortal as a mere Dao-Merging mortal, I, Old Pig, can clearly see it, and therefore dare not deceive you.

"Early stage of True Immortal?" Chen Fusheng thought he had initially said he was at the middle stage of True Immortal. Now it seems that this incompetent pig only saw through the cultivation level he was hiding behind the "Gou Jing" (a martial arts manual), but he probably didn't see through the "wine gourd" disguise.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief, and the cold glint in his eyes lessened considerably. "You really can't underestimate people. It seems I need to prepare more disguises in the future. I almost exposed myself completely."

The sense of superiority from becoming an immortal subsided immediately, which was much faster than trying to understand the "Gou Jing" by closing himself off.

He glanced at the incompetent pig and asked in a cold voice, "Your eyes are indeed sharp. Even a Golden Immortal might not be able to see through my magic, yet you, a pig demon, have seen through them. It seems you have quite a few secrets."

"Since you were able to keep this from the demon race for so long, and make everyone believe you were just a lucky pig, with that ability and your intelligence, you shouldn't have revealed it so quickly. Tell me, what should I do with you now?"

At this point, Chen Fusheng's face was frosty and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. In fact, ever since he got the information about Pig Incompetent from the Leopard-Headed Man, he had sensed a kind of kinship with him. "Gou" should be more accurately described as "pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger".

He didn't believe that someone with a mysterious background, no resources, and no noble origins could become a demon general simply by eating. That would make the demon general worthless. Perhaps he was born with noble blood, but even a demon lord wouldn't dare to say that a demon general could live on the border between humans and demons for twenty years without a scratch.

Therefore, in the eyes of the Leopard-Headed Man, sending Pig Incompetent to accompany him this time was entirely because the higher-ups wanted to use his luck, since Pig Incompetent was indeed considered quite lucky by most demons.

However, Chen Fusheng didn't believe that those ancient monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years would also think that Zhu Wuneng's long survival on the dangerous border between humans and demons was due to luck. So...

Before Pig Incompetent could reply, Chen Fusheng continued, "Pig Incompetent, you're a smart man. You should know that trying to gain my trust with this little bit of information is like a dream. It will only intensify my killing intent towards you. Besides, even if I don't kill you, I doubt your demon race's higher-ups will let you off this time."

A hint of panic flashed in Pig Incompetent's eyes, but he forced himself to remain calm and said aggrievedly, "My lord, I really don't know what you're talking about. But you're right, Lord Bao died this time, and I really don't dare to go back. That's why I want to become your disciple."

Chen Fusheng laughed heartily, his face instantly transforming from the depths of winter to the blazing sun of May. He said with a smile, "You're a smart man, you should know what I'm talking about. I'm very interested in your background, your rapid leveling up, and your eyes. Why don't you tell me about these things?"

Moreover, I think I'm not the only one interested; your demon race's higher-ups must be very interested as well, otherwise you wouldn't have come here, right, Lord Pig?"

Pig Incompetent slowly sat up, his previous caution and respectful expression vanishing. He glanced at Chen Fusheng, then bowed expressionlessly, saying, "My lord is truly remarkable; nothing can be hidden from you."

Chen Fusheng stopped talking and simply took out the "wine gourd" and the "soul-refining bead," playing with them in his hands.

Pig Incompetent looked at the two treasures, his eyes narrowed, and his lips twitched slightly. He glanced at Chen Fusheng, gave a bitter smile, and then looked deeply at the "Soul Refining Pearl." How could he not know the other party's intentions? If the answer was not satisfactory, he would probably die like "Lord Bao." He sighed and said admiringly, "Lord, you are truly shrewd. I never thought that a dignified elite of the Leopard Clan could not withstand three moves from you."

He glanced at Chen Fusheng, who was still expressionless, as if there was some earth-shattering secret in the bead. He lost all hope. The other party was too stable. His methods were unconventional, he had countless magic treasures, and his cultivation was a level higher than his. Most importantly, he was not only ruthless but also knew how to survive. What could Zhu Wuneng say?

He gave Chen Fusheng a complicated look and slowly said:

"I am from……"