If Heaven hadn't given birth to me, I would be arrogant.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Zongze was actually talking to the black pig. After hearing Zongze's question, the black pig glanced at Zongze as if he were an idiot before climbing into the corner of the wall to go to sleep!

Just as Zongze was about to say something, his mother's call suddenly came from outside. Zongze shrugged helplessly and said, "Come back and I'll continue interrogating you! Humph..."

"Xiaoze, Xiaoze! I heard from Shiliu that you've fully woken up?"

Before he even arrived, his mother's voice reached him. Hearing the hurried, chaotic footsteps and her slightly hoarse voice, hoarse from worry and anxiety, Zongze felt a surge of heat welling up in his eyes. If he weren't already an adult, he probably would have burst into tears!

"Mother, I'm alright, really!" Embraced in his mother Yu Rou's arms, Zong Ze suddenly felt a strange dependence on this nearly five-hundred-year-old monster. No matter the difficulties or grievances, once he was in this embrace, they ceased to be problems!

"Alright, Xiaorou, stop crying!" Zong's arrogant voice rang out, "Xiaoze has woken up, that's a good thing, we should be happy. Besides, don't you know who Xiaoze is? He's my grandson, Zong Xiaozhang's grandson! Who dares to say he's stupid? I'll chop him to pieces!"

"Shiliu!" Zongze said to Shiliu as soon as he stepped out of his mother's arms, "Who else knows that I've woken up?"

"I guess everyone already knows!" Shiliu said, "I was so excited just now that I was running and shouting, and many of the servants in the house heard me!"

"Is that so?" Zong Ze thought for a moment and said, "Shi Liu, if anyone asks me, just say I just woke up and am not feeling well, so I went to bed early to rest!" After saying that, Zong Ze turned to Zong Xiao Zhang and said, "Grandpa, do we have a secret room in our house?"

"A dark room?" Zong Xiaozhang frowned. "What's a dark room? I don't know what that is?"

"This..." Zongze suddenly realized that there was no such thing as a "secret room" in this world: "It's a place where we can ensure that our words and actions will never be known by others! I need such a place to discuss some things with you, Grandma, Father, and Mother!"

"Why don't we just talk here?" Zong Kuang smacked Zong Ze on the head. "With your grandpa and me here, who would dare to eavesdrop on our conversation? Besides, even if someone did eavesdrop, we would catch them. Don't forget, your grandpa is a Martial God, and I am a Martial Madman! A Level 3 one at that!"

With a soft "smack!", Zong Ze was reminded of the saying "every sip has its price." His father had just slapped him on the head, and as soon as he turned around, his grandmother slapped him on the head as well: "What are you yelling for? You want everyone to hear, don't you? Xiao Ze already said he needs a dark room, which means it's something very important!"

"Everyone, get to my training hall!" Zong Xiaozhang, displaying the aura of a family head, waved his hand and said, "The training hall is where Kuang'er and I usually practice martial arts. No one is allowed to enter within 500 meters of that place. The Zong family army surrounds it beyond 500 meters, so it's absolutely safe!"

Then, led by Zong Xiaozhang, the family quietly slipped out of Zong Ze's courtyard through the back door and headed straight for the Zong family's martial arts hall. Along the way, Zong Ze was constantly organizing his thoughts!

What does Zongze want to do? He wants to tell his family some things.

In the later part of his previous life, Zong Ze was incredibly bored while in the hospital. So he often secretly read novels that other patients were reading, including many fantasy novels. However, Zong Ze couldn't understand why the protagonists in those novels all hid themselves so well, never telling their families about any extraordinary encounters or things they couldn't understand.

From a military strategy perspective, concealing one's strength and then unleashing it suddenly when facing the enemy is a sound strategy. Novels might call this "playing dumb to catch a tiger." However, if a protagonist has to hide his strength even from his own family, then he's not a great man or hero; he's more like a ruthless tyrant!

For example, Zong Ze had read a book, but he forgot the title. The protagonist's surname seemed to be He, and when he was twelve or thirteen, he had a miraculous encounter in a lake, causing his cultivation speed to advance by leaps and bounds. However, he even had to hide it from his grandfather, uncles, and father. In Zong Ze's opinion, this was a bit too much!

There are some things you have to keep from your family. Like your origins. You can't exactly tell them, "I'm not your child, Zongze; your child died in the womb, and I said I possessed someone else's body!" Even if you did tell them, they'd probably think you were really crazy!

However, there are some things you need to tell your family, such as your strength and your advancement. At least with this as a foundation, Zongze believes that even if something unexpected happens in the future, your family will have some idea of ​​what to do and won't act recklessly and cause even bigger trouble!

Before long, everyone arrived at the martial arts hall. Yu Rou gently closed the door and said, "Alright, Xiao Ze, now you can say whatever you need to say. Besides your grandparents, your father, and me, there won't be a sixth person here!"

“Father!” Zong Ze didn’t say anything, but instead took a two-handed greatsword weighing about 30 jin from the weapon rack next to the hall and handed it to Zong Kuang: “You are now a level three martial maniac. If you use your battle qi, can you bend or break this sword?”

If it were anything else, Zong Kuang might have been able to remain modest, but when his son asked about his strength, he immediately perked up. You see, usually, because his son was too clever, Zong Kuang was often outmatched in front of him. Now that he finally had a chance to show off, how could he possibly miss it?

Zong Kuang burst into laughter and said, "You haven't seen my strength. Don't even mention this greatsword, even if you put two greatswords together, I can still cripple it!"

After saying that, Zong Kuang reached out and took the greatsword from Zong Ze's hand. With a twist of his hands, the greatsword wrapped around Zong Kuang's arm like a soft rope: "It's a bit difficult to break it, but it's very easy to make it like this. I once wrapped an enemy's greatsword around my hand like this as a wrist guard!"

Seeing this, Zongze nodded to himself, then suddenly turned to his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, if you insist on going without eating now, how long can you go without eating?"

"You brat!" Zong Xiaozhang was a little confused by Zong Ze's series of actions and questions, but he still answered, "Why are you, a little guy who can't practice martial arts, suddenly asking about martial arts? But since you asked, I'll tell you!"

"A Martial God is different from an ordinary martial artist!" Zong Xiaozhang's expression turned serious as he said this, "When a martial artist breaks through to the Martial Saint realm and enters the Martial God realm, it's not simply a matter of increased martial power. Even their lifespan increases! Under normal circumstances, unless they suffer a fatal injury, a Martial God's lifespan can be extended to around five hundred years. So, even if I didn't eat or drink for five hundred years, theoretically, as long as I didn't suffer a fatal injury, I wouldn't die!"