Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Nine hundred years into the new calendar, Qing'an Prefecture.

"Welcome to our shop! What would you like to drink today, young lady?"

With the gentle tinkling of wind chimes, the tavern door was slowly pushed open.

The creaking wooden door creaked open, and dim candlelight shone from inside the tavern, illuminating the floor tiles in front of it.

One side is bathed in sunshine, while the other is shrouded in darkness and quiet.

Even though the street under the scorching sun is right behind the door, no matter how hard the sunlight tries, it can't get past this old wooden door.

Looking at the tavern she knew so well, Qinghe lightly stepped through the door and looked toward the bar.

Behind the dimly lit bar, sat a bartender wearing a black shirt.

Qinghe didn't know who the bartender was, only assuming that he was the ruler of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Realm, an existence known as the Lord of the End.

Of course, this Lord of the End now seems to have another name.

Qinghe learned from Li Chu that, in order to express their respect for the gods, the Heavenly Crafts Council bestowed upon the Lord of the Origin the title of the Lord of the End Dao.

Origin and end, Qinghe doesn't know what the connection is between them.

But Qinghe knew that the current Dao Lord of the End was definitely not the one she used to know.

Hundreds of years ago, when one incredible game after another emerged and the overall strength of the Crafting World skyrocketed, Qinghe began to have doubts.

They simulate the real world as a game, allowing these players to control intergalactic wars and participate in the conquest of the gods...

Such methods are definitely not something an ordinary Golden Immortal could accomplish.

If the Lord of the End had such cultivation, he would not have been forced into a corner by the First Emperor.

In other words, the current Dao Lord of the End has most likely become another great being.

Over the years, Qinghe had drunk a lot of wine in this tavern and talked about many things with the Lord of the End. She became even more certain of her conjecture.

Of course, in the Nine Realms where major events occur every day, the identity of the End Dao Lord is completely irrelevant.

There are many people in the Nine Realms who have secrets. If we were to find out about them one by one, there would probably be no grass left on their graves!

These days, as long as there's alcohol to drink, that's all that matters!

"Shopkeeper, I've invited three friends for drinks today. They'll be here shortly, so please wait a moment."

"Three friends?" The End Daoist sitting behind the bar let out a soft "hmm," seemingly surprised by Qinghe's words.

He looked up outside, nodded knowingly, and took out two crystal-clear wine glasses from the cabinet.

After placing the wine glasses on the bar, he took out two crystal glasses that shimmered with starlight and put them together with the wine glasses.

The strange behavior prompted Qinghe to ask in confusion, "Why prepare different cups?"

"Children shouldn't drink alcohol."

The tone of the Lord of the End was somewhat flippant, as if he had thought of something interesting.

Before Qinghe could ask, Daojun Zhongyan had already looked at the counter behind him and took out four bottles of different colored liquor from behind the glass display case.

"Primordial dust and dew, chaotic spring wine, black and yellow heavenly decrees, purple and fiery goblets."

After introducing the names of the four types of wine to Qinghe one by one, Zhongyan Daojun smiled and asked her.

"Would you like the osmanthus flavor again this time?"

It was as if these four bottles of wine possessed some kind of magical power; the moment the wine was taken out by the Lord of the End, Qinghe's gaze never left the wine.

Beautiful! Incomparable beauty! Flawless beauty!

Qinghe had never seen such beautiful wine before. In that small bottle, she seemed to see the galaxy flowing, the primordial changes, the evolution of chaos, and the rise and fall of the world.

Just looking at these few bottles of wine caused Qinghe's suppressed cultivation to fluctuate, moving her towards the edge of a breakthrough.

In a daze, Qinghe instinctively ignored the question from Daojun of the End. It wasn't until Daojun of the End asked for the third time that she came to her senses and blurted out a question out of nowhere.

"How about monster flavor?"

Without any hesitation, a voice filled with laughter rang out.

"Of course."

Accompanied by soft music, a glass of pale pink peach juice was pushed in front of Qinghe.

"Miss, your customers are probably still a while away. Why don't you have a glass of juice while you wait?"

A surge of spiritual energy rushed towards her. Qinghe stared blankly at the peach juice on the bar, looking at it again and again.

She always felt that the Lord of the End was "ill-intentioned," and every time she came to drink, he would "trick" her into drinking some strange juices.

She clearly didn't want to break through at all, but her cultivation level was still forcibly pushed to the edge of the Golden Immortal realm.

If the wine here weren't so delicious, and if Mu An hadn't been "fed" by her even at home, Qinghe would never have come here!

"What kind of peaches were used to make this juice?"

"Just ordinary peaches."

"Does the store have any other fruits?"

"Of course we have them: yellow plums, apricots, ginseng fruits, bodhi fruits, hibiscus fruits... What would you like to eat, young lady?"

"I won't eat anything!!!"

……

"Ding ding dong"

The sound of wind chimes came from the main entrance, and three figures of varying heights stepped into the tavern one after another.

The little boy at the front looked no more than eight or nine years old. He put his hands on his hips and swaggered into the tavern.

The girl following behind her was much shorter than her, and she didn't seem to fit the tavern's atmosphere at all.

Only the person following behind them looked somewhat normal, appearing to be about the same age as Qinghe.

"Senior Yongning, Senior Huang, Jun Li, you've arrived..."

Before Qinghe's voice had even finished, Jun Yongning, who was walking at the front, had already darted to the bar and was aiming straight for the wine glass in Zhongyan Daojun's hand.

"Ugh... Ugh... Don't press my head! Give me the cup!"

"Children shouldn't drink alcohol, be good and listen to me."

Under Qinghe's bewildered gaze, the Lord of the End stretched out a hand and pressed his fingers against Jun Yongning's forehead, forcibly stopping her running.

"You bastard! I haven't even settled accounts with you for tricking me back then! If you hadn't deliberately left traces pointing to me, how could I have been so closely watched by fate!"

His tone gradually rose, turning into an angry roar.

Jun Yongning's fists were practically steaming, but he couldn't land a single blow on the Lord of the End.

His comical appearance reminded Qinghe of a game she used to play, where the angry little birds were somewhat similar to Jun Yongning now.

I should say it, because Jun Yongning is really too petite.

Even when he roared loudly, he didn't show any imposing manner. Instead, Qinghe found it particularly amusing and couldn't help but want to pat Jun Yongning's head.

That's what Qinghe thought, and that's what Qinghe did.

"Xiao Yongning, don't be angry. The shopkeeper is right. Children shouldn't drink alcohol."

……

The world fell silent. After ten seconds of bewilderment, Jun Yongning seemed to burst into flames and "whoosh" crashed into Qinghe's stomach.

"You bastard, you bastard, you bastard!!! Qinghe, how dare you bully me too!!!"