Starting as a stray dog, I embarked on a journey of cultivation.

As expected, as soon as the remnant soul finished speaking, everyone raised their left hand.

Everyone believed that Gou An had lied about his story!

After all, this story is too bizarre and full of loopholes.

As the voting concluded, the remnant soul looked at Gou An: "Master Gou, you can tell everyone whether you lied or not!"

Gou An remained calm and slowly spoke, "I'm sorry, everyone, I didn't lie!"

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

"I don't believe it!"

Questions and criticisms continued to emerge.

The remnant soul didn't say much, but poured spiritual energy into the water mirror, causing it to play the story scenes that Gou An had told.

on the screen.

Gou An was sleeping on a rock when he encountered a cultivator who had descended from the sky.

They fled in disarray, hiding in the bushes, where they encountered a man and a tiger locked in a life-or-death battle.

The tiger died and the man was injured. The storage bag flew to Gou An and was snatched away by him.

Later, Gou An was discovered by a female sword cultivator and was hunted down.

Gou An escaped back to the pack of dogs, causing their annihilation.

......

Everything that followed was exactly the same as Gou An's description.

Gou An killed a human cultivator hunter and obtained a spirit stone token, then left the Monster Mountain Range with Lai Pi.

Later, he encountered a wicked cultivator who tried to possess him, but was instead robbed of his body by a scoundrel.

He successfully obtained the spirit stone, but was later injured by a human cultivator and had to flee in a sorry state.

After seeing what was on the water mirror, everyone looked incredulous.

No one expected such a bizarre experience to exist in the world, and they were unable to recover from it for a long time.

Then, while everyone was still stunned, his mental energy was depleted.

Gou An's mental strength increased to six points, while everyone else's decreased to zero points.

At this point, the last old sheep has not yet told its story, and its story is the key to determining who will be eliminated in the end.

The thought that half of their cultivation might be extracted at any moment made everyone extremely nervous, and sweat began to bead on their foreheads and palms.

"Your turn is last!" The remnant soul looked at the old sheep: "Begin your story!"

Old Sheep knew how dangerous the situation was, and after taking several deep breaths, he still couldn't figure out how to begin.

After all, this match is extremely crucial.

As long as you can successfully tell the story, you can be safe for the time being.

If you fail to present your story, you will be eliminated immediately.

After thinking for a long time, as if he had decided on a story, he slowly began to speak.

......

I was originally a goat raised by an ordinary farmer in the human world, born in a humble village and raised under a fence.

They are the most ordinary and inconspicuous among the sheep.

They simply graze with the herd all day long, content with their lot, devoid of spirit, intelligence, knowledge, and desire, no different from any other ordinary animal in the world.

That spring, I went up the mountain with my master to graze the livestock. The wild grass on the mountain was lush and green, but there was one unusual plant growing among the grass.

The grass was translucent and shimmering, with a faint glow, exuding a delicate and ethereal aura, completely different from the ordinary grass around it.

Being ignorant, I only felt that the grass was exceptionally tender, so I swallowed it whole.

That one bite completely changed my destiny.

As the spiritual herb entered his stomach, pure spiritual energy instantly washed over his entire body, his blocked spiritual apertures were suddenly opened, and his chaotic consciousness instantly became clear.

I immediately broke free from the shackles of mortal animal, shattered the ignorance of wild beasts, and awakened my spiritual intelligence out of thin air. A stable demon core naturally condensed within my body, and I transformed from a mortal sheep into a true demon beast in one step.

Later I learned that it was a rare wild herb that grew in the wilderness by chance and I happened to eat it by mistake.

When I first gained spiritual awareness, I did not understand cultivation, nor did I understand good and evil. I only felt that my body had changed and my mind was different.

Not long after, a wandering cultivator arrived in the village.

He was highly skilled and kind-hearted. He immediately sensed that I had just transformed into a demon and was just beginning to develop my intelligence. However, I had no one to guide me and I feared that my wild nature would be difficult to tame and that I would harm mortals and commit unnecessary killings in the future.

To prevent me from going astray and causing harm to the village, he took the initiative to find my master, paid for me out of his own pocket, and adopted me as his personal spirit pet, taking me with him as he traveled around the world.

The years I spent with him were the most peaceful and pure days on my spiritual path.

He patiently taught me breathing exercises and cultivation, reasoning and understanding, gradually calming my ferocious wildness as a newly born demon and restraining my behavior and temperament.

Under his tutelage, I shed the savage and greedy instincts of a demon beast, my temperament gradually became gentle and calm, my cultivation steadily improved, and my foundation became more and more solid.

I had always thought that I could spend my life by the side of the path, peacefully cultivating myself and living without worries year after year.

But the ways of Heaven are unpredictable, and the affairs of the world are uncertain.

Years later, evil cultivators wreaked havoc in the world, causing chaos and slaughtering mortals.

My master, with a heart full of righteousness towards all living beings, resolutely intervened to stop evil cultivators from causing chaos, upholding the righteous path.

However, the evil cultivators were cunning, ruthless, and vicious. The master was outnumbered and ultimately suffered severe injuries and perished, his blood staining the path of cultivation.

After my master's death, I completely lost my only protector and was left alone to face the chaotic world and the dangers of humanity.

Left with no other choice, I fled the human world in haste, avoiding trouble and hiding in the vast Monster Mountain Range, where I have lived in seclusion ever since.

In the end, he became a hermit demon cultivator who lived a carefree life in the mountains, escaping worldly affairs, and has survived to this day.

The story is finished, now it's time for questions.

The first to ask a question was Master Qingfeng: "May I ask what the Daoist name of this wandering cultivator is?"

"My master's Taoist name is Moyou Sanren!" Old Yang replied respectfully.

Upon hearing this answer, Master Qingfeng was visibly taken aback, as if he had heard of it before.

Master Yunbai then asked, "How did your master die?"

"Fighting against the evil cultivator, he was no match and was killed!" Old Yang shook his head and sighed, then added, "That evil cultivator used thousands of living beings to refine the Soul Banner. In the end, my master could only destroy the Soul Banner and could not kill that evil cultivator."

"At that time, my cultivation level was too low to be of any help."

The rat demon continued, "Did you go with them?"

"Yes!" Old Sheep nodded: "At that time, I was only a fifth-level demon beast, and I just watched from afar."

The crow then asked, "You've only just gained sentience, and you've already encountered a wandering cultivator passing by—isn't that too much of a coincidence?"

Old Sheep simply shook his head slightly: "Perhaps this is fate! If my master hadn't passed by and saved me, I might have grown into a ferocious demon and harmed people, eventually being killed by other cultivators."

Finally, it was Gou An's turn to ask a question.

But Gou An didn't know what to ask for a moment.

Because this story is so plausible, so plausible that you can't find anything strange about it.

The stories people told were all about their own illogical experiences, leading others to believe that they were lying.

But the story is the opposite, telling a perfectly plausible tale that makes everyone believe it to be true.

Gou An didn't know whether Lao Yang had lied or where he had lied.

However, Gou An was completely relaxed, unlike the others who were filled with anxiety.

Because even if I guess wrong, I'm absolutely safe.

So after thinking for a moment, Gou An casually asked, "What does that spiritual herb taste like? Is it bitter or sweet? Sour or salty?"