Junior Uncle is too cunning.

As soon as Chen Fusheng arrived outside the Lingyu Cave, he heard his master, Lingyu Zhenren, transmit his voice, "Come in."

Stepping into Lingyu Cave and seeing the familiar scenery, a sense of belonging welled up inside me. I casually picked up a small pastry, put it in my mouth, and thought, "Mmm, it still tastes the same."

Eating is simply instinctive for pigs. Seeing Chen Fusheng's blissful expression, Zhu Wu could restrain himself. His eyes kept darting back and forth between the spiritual fruit and Chen Fusheng. Seeing that Chen Fusheng remained unmoved, he quietly stretched out his little pig hoof, opened his mouth slightly, and the two plates of pastries went into his mouth. His tongue even licked the outside of his mouth.

Chen Fusheng looked at the empty, glowing plate, twitched his lips, and continued walking towards the back.

Upon entering the cave, Chen Fusheng first bowed to Master Lingyu and then took a seat.

Master Lingyu stared intently at Zhu Wuneng. "Fusheng, who is this young friend?"

Chen Fusheng didn't actually intend to hide Zhu Wuneng's matter from Ling Yu. After all, Zhu Wuneng was the head of a sect and also his master. As long as Zhu Wuneng didn't intend to leave Lingbao Sect, he and Zhu Wuneng would definitely continue to live in the sect. It was only right to report it.

“Master, his name is Zhu Wuneng, and he is my contracted spirit beast,” she said, turning to Zhu Wuneng to introduce him.

"This is my master, Master Lingyu, the head of the Lingbao Sect."

Zhu Wuneng quickly revealed his true form, stood up and bowed to Lingyu Zhenren, saying, "Zhu Wuneng greets Senior."

Lingyu Zhenren calmly examined him and saw that Zhu Wuneng was also a demon general, with a cultivation level similar to Chen Fusheng's. There was nothing unusual about him, so he was relieved. After all, many human cultivators had contracted spirit beasts, so he wasn't curious. He nodded calmly at him, which was considered passing the test.

The master and disciple then engaged in a question-and-answer session. Chen Fusheng gave a general account of his tribulation journey, concealing the fact that he had overcome the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, and then mentioned Zhu Wuneng.

At that time, Zhu Wuneng was fighting with Lord Bao. He waited until the two were both injured and then took advantage of the situation. He showed Ling Yu the leopard's body and then focused on the fact that the demon race wanted to form an alliance with the dragon race.

He had thought about it for a long time, wondering whether he should tell anyone and how he should say it. In the end, he came up with this reason: although he had chosen the path of immortality, this peaceful environment was earned by the human race's predecessors through their battles. If the demon alliance and the dragon race were to unite, it would be a big deal for the human race. The so-called way of survival is to be focused, but the greater good must not be lost.

Master Lingyu asked for more details, and Zhu Wu was the one who explained in detail. He not only talked about this matter, but also about the situation of the Demon Alliance. Anyway, it's better for me to die than for my fellow Daoist to die. Between the Demon Alliance and Chen Fusheng, he decisively chose to buy the Demon Alliance. Friendship is a small matter, but "Wuliangye" is the big deal. That's his life now. In fact, he didn't have any friendship with the Demon Alliance. After all, he was a Xiantian cultivator and not a demon. He stayed there before because everyone got what they wanted. He also managed to please Master Lingyu and even the entire human race. It was a win-win situation.

Master Lingyu fell into deep thought. Zhu Wuneng glanced at him secretly, put his hand to his lips, pursed it slightly, and then quickly lowered his hand.

Chen Fusheng glared at him, feeling that the three prohibitions were a bit too few. Zhu Wuneng nodded with a smile, "Didn't you tell me to treat this place like my own home? You, Chen Fusheng, are allowed to eat, but I, Old Zhu, am not allowed to drink. Life is hard for pigs." He took out a bottle of "Erguotou" and took another swig.

Lingyu Zhenren looked up at Zhu Wuneng, a smile in his eyes as he watched Chen Fusheng's discomfiture. This was probably the reason they could form a contract, which made him feel a little more at ease about Zhu Wuneng.

Finally, he emphasized it again to his master, Master Lingyu. He told him not to say that he had said it, but that Master Lingyu understood and that he should rest assured that he would not be shortchanged. After all, if this matter was true, it would be a contribution to the human race, and the reward would certainly be substantial. However, he also knew that Chen Fusheng had never cared about fame, and that his cultivation level was still relatively low. If the demon race found out, the danger would be too great. In fact, he was very much in agreement with this.

Chen Fusheng carried Zhu Wuneng out of Lingyu Cave and handed the matter over to his master, Lingyu Zhenren. He felt this was the best arrangement, as it would allow the human race to know about the conspiracy of the demon and dragon races without exposing himself, greatly reducing the danger and fulfilling his conscience.

Cultivating immortality and attaining enlightenment is actually also about cultivating one's mind and attaining enlightenment. The reason why many Xuanxian (mysterious immortals) dare not break through to the Golden Immortal realm is because their inner cultivation is insufficient. In addition to the tribulation of lightning, the Golden Immortal realm also has the tribulation of inner demons. The tribulation of lightning can be prevented, but the tribulation of inner demons is difficult to overcome, which shows the importance of cultivating one's inner mind.

Zhu Wu pursed his lips and said to Chen Fusheng in his mind, "Boss, your master is amazing!"

Chen Fusheng replied in his heart, "That's right. My master is a Xuanxian who has been around for many years. Now you know how powerful he is, so you should refrain from being impulsive and drinking alcohol."

Along the way, Chen Fusheng greeted everyone he met warmly, but in his mind he continued to chat with Zhu Wuneng. This kind of telepathic communication could only be used between the contracting parties, and it was safer and more secretive than telepathic communication.

Are you sure your master is a Xuanxian?

"I've seen Xuanxian before, and I'm now roughly at the Xuanxian level myself. He almost saw right through me just now, a level I couldn't discern at all. Even though I don't have divine eyes, do you think that's possible?"

Chen Fusheng listened to Zhu Wuneng's words and fell into deep thought. He had always thought that his master, Lingyu Zhenren, was a Xuanxian realm cultivator, but that was just a rumor. Moreover, it seemed that his master, Lingyu, had never left the sect since he entered it, and had not made a move for more than two hundred years.

As the head of a sect, since he himself would conceal his true nature, his master Lingyu must understand this principle. For the first time, Chen Fusheng felt a slight resonance with Lingyu, "The Way of the Righteous is not lonely!"

He didn't feel deceived at all; on the contrary, he felt understood. "I have finally inherited some of my master's legacy."

Chen Fusheng asked cheerfully, feeling that his true self had deepened even more, "What do you think?"

Zhu Wuneng glanced at Chen Fusheng curiously. Although he still wore a professional smile, as his contracted spirit beast, he sensed the difference in Chen Fusheng's joy and state of mind. "Could it be that I missed something?"

After thinking for a moment, he took a swig of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), lay down on Chen Fusheng's shoulder, crossed his legs, and continued to transmit his voice, "I'm sure your master is at least an early-stage Golden Immortal, or even higher."

Chen Fusheng silently hummed in agreement.

Back home, he had barely sat down for a short while when Dao Lin walked in and casually lay down on the rattan chair. "Junior Brother, quickly bring me your wine. I'll treat you to something good today."

Chen Fusheng glanced at him speechlessly. Inviting guests without bringing wine? He turned and walked to the backyard, dug out the wine jar at the bottom, and gently pulled it open a little. The aroma of wine wafted out. This was the wine he buried before leaving the sect. After ten years of fermentation, the aroma of the wine was even better.

With a "whoosh," Zhu Wuneng had already flown into the wine vat. Chen Fusheng's expression changed, and he watched with heartache as a third of the wine jar emptied, then half...

He threw the wine jar on the ground and ignored it, out of sight, out of mind. He quickly took out the "wine gourd," filled it with other wines, and then filled a few bottles with it. He reached into the bottom of the jar and pulled out the Zhu Wu Neng wine, which was already empty.

He glanced at Zhu Wuneng, whose face was glowing red, and walked outside.

Dao Lin heard footsteps and slowly sat up. "Junior brother, you..."

Sniffing the air, he immediately spotted Zhu Wuneng, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, perched on Chen Fusheng's shoulder. "This is..."

"Ignore him," Zhu Wuneng said casually, tossing him onto the table. He sat down beside him and calmly looked at Dao Lin, saying, "Senior Brother, where's your feast?"

Dao Lin glanced at Zhu Wuneng, stared intently at Chen Fusheng, and burst into laughter. This pig is amazing for making Chen Fusheng suffer!

Seeing Chen Fusheng's increasingly calm face, Dao Lin slowly stopped smiling, coughed lightly, and decided it was best not to offend his junior brother too much. Not to mention that other tricks were hard to guard against, if he were to cut off his wine supply, it would be a loss.

"Hmm, this is something my senior brother brought back from the border between humans and demons. He hasn't been able to bear eating it, so today is a good day to celebrate for you," he said, taking out a giant sheep-shaped beast from his storage bag. Judging from its appearance, it must have been at least a Celestial Immortal before it died.

Chen Fusheng placed the wine on the table, quickly skinned the sheep, started a fire, and slowly roasted the lamb on it, occasionally twisting it.

Dao Lin looked at the firelight, took a sip of his drink, and solemnly said, "Junior brother, when you go to the border between humans and demons in the future, you must not be soft-hearted."

Senior brother, this time...

Chen Fusheng silently turned the roasted lamb, listening to Dao Lin's words. His mind seemed to travel to the border between humans and demons, where the world was red, and he could hear the sound of blood flowing everywhere. Limbs and carcasses covered the entire battlefield...

"Junior brother, I really have to thank you this time. If it weren't for those magic treasures you gave me, you probably wouldn't be seeing me today," he said calmly, taking a big gulp and touching the scar on his face. "This is the price of underestimating your enemy, junior brother. I know you're always cautious, but on the border between humans and demons, ruthlessness and slaughter are the only real things. I hope you never go there..."

Some skeletons remained on the ground, and Zhu Wuneng's body was mixed with bones and wine bottles on the table. Chen Fusheng leaned against the rattan chair, silently looking at the sky. He had a feeling that he would eventually have to go to a certain place. Including the matter of the demon and dragon alliance this time, he asked himself, "Chen Fusheng, are you ready?"