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

The division of the states in the Great Qi Dynasty has always been a very puzzling thing, perhaps because the territory is too vast, and the size of each state can be described as boundless.

The vast territory also resulted in extremely weak control of the imperial court over local areas, leading to a relatively autonomous system represented by forces such as the patrol and inspection offices.

Qingzhou is very large, spanning two thousand li from north to south and one thousand two hundred li from east to west.

The distance between Qingzhou City, the prefecture capital, and Qingjiang County City is more than 500 li.

For an ordinary person, a round trip would take several days.

But tonight, Chu Wen truly experienced what it's like to travel tens of thousands of miles a day.

When he came from Qingjiang City, he rode a fine horse that could travel a thousand miles a day. It took him five days to leisurely observe the people's conditions, stopping and starting along the way, until he arrived at Qingzhou City.

It only took him a quarter of an hour to get from Qingzhou City back to Qingjiang City.

Chu Wen sincerely stated that the book was not lying; the wind in the sky was indeed very strong, so strong that his entire face was distorted by the wind.

He didn't even know how he survived; all he knew was that his pants kept switching between wet and dry. When he came to his senses, he was already being thrown heavily to the ground.

He had heard that there was a special army in Qi'an City called the Flying Eagle Guard, which consisted of only two hundred men, each of whom was an elite among elites.

The entry standard for the Flying Eagle Guard is to become a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm. They train eagles using special secret methods, and each Flying Eagle Guard raises a giant eagle that can carry people in flight.

Eagles can travel ten thousand miles a day. If a major upheaval occurs, the Eagle Guards can reach any region of the Great Qi within ten days to suppress the local population.

Once upon a time, Chu Wen also fantasized about becoming a member of the Flying Eagle Guard, wearing the Flying Eagle Token at his waist, and soaring through the nine heavens.

Which young person doesn't dream of soaring through the heavens?

But now, after experiencing the thrill of soaring through the skies, all he wants to say is...

It's good to be alive.

only……

As his cheek made intimate contact with the ground, Chu Wen, whose consciousness had finally returned, looked up and saw the all-too-familiar city gate before him.

The three large characters of Qingjiang City, which used to be so friendly and welcoming, now seemed glaringly jarring.

Chu Wen suddenly realized that he might be dying, and the Chu family might be gone too.

After all, the Flying Eagle Guards still need giant eagles to soar through the sky, while the Qishan Dao Grand Commander beside him flew over on a sword.

Born into the Chu family and having been studious since childhood, Chu Wen considered himself quite knowledgeable, but he had never heard of a Celestial Martial Saint possessing such abilities.

In other words, this commander who threatened to kill his entire family, even if he wasn't a celestial being, wasn't far off.

What virtue or ability does the Chu family possess to have offended such a person?

Chu Wen didn't feel angry, because he knew that anger was pointless.

From a very young age, he understood a principle: the only way to gain a foothold in this world is through power.

Power can come from the imperial court, from one's own family or faction, or from absolute power.

When conflicts become irreconcilable, it comes down to who has the stronger reasoning.

Now, he felt that the Chu family's reasoning might not be enough.

To strike hard against the weak, to be subservient to the strong, and to greet one's own kind with a smile—this is the principle Chu Wen learned from a young age.

Therefore, he didn't think there was anything wrong with being subservient to Mu An, after all, he had been like this since he was a child and was already used to it.

All he wanted to know was which idiot had brought such annihilation upon the Chu family tonight.

When he saw Mu An, with a smile on his face, disregarding the inappropriateness of the occasion, and in front of the Yang family members on Yang's territory, he knew that he was completely doomed this time.

For no apparent reason, he thought of a title—the Vermilion Bird God of Slaughter.

It was New Year's Day a few years ago, and his second uncle, who was the commander of the Imperial Guards at the Vermilion Bird Gate, told them, the younger generation, a story.

The story has two main characters: Princess Yongning, who is famous throughout the land and helped her brother seize the throne.

Jun Yunhua, now imprisoned in the deep palace, is a useless person, but his sister is a truly ruthless one.

The old emperor was at the height of his power and had not committed any major mistakes. The palace was heavily guarded, and it was not easy for even a fly to get in.

Princess Yongning single-handedly stormed the Tianqi Palace and forced the old emperor to abdicate in favor of her brother.

This story is so outrageous that no one would believe it, but it really happened.

No one knows exactly what happened in Tianqi Palace that day, but the final result was that the old emperor abdicated and passed the throne to the elder brother of Princess Yongning, the former third prince Jun Yunhua.

The other protagonist is the legendary Vermilion Bird God of Slaughter.

According to his second uncle, on that day, Princess Yongning had a seemingly refined but murderous figure by her side.

Wielding a divine sword capable of spitting out clouds and mist, he hacked his way from Yongning Palace all the way to the Vermilion Bird Gate, leaving corpses strewn everywhere, turning the vast imperial palace into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The mountain of corpses beneath the Vermilion Bird Gate was higher than the city wall. That killing god slashed at anyone he saw, and in the end, almost all the guards of the Vermilion Bird Gate were wiped out.

Even the former leader of the Vermilion Bird Gate, a master who was about to break through to the Celestial Martial Saint realm, died tragically under the sword of that killing god.

His second uncle ran faster than the others and survived by sheer luck, which led to him being forced into becoming the new leader of the Vermilion Bird Gate.

When they cleaned up the battlefield later, they were even more horrified to discover that not only their Vermilion Bird Gate had been turned into a gate to hell, but the square outside Yongning Palace was also filled with corpses.

According to insider gossip, this murderous god was about to kill someone in front of the old emperor in the Tianqi Palace simply because an old eunuch glanced at him.

In the end, it was Princess Yongning who intervened and persuaded the emperor to stop, thus preventing bloodshed in Tianqi Palace.

Then, on an ordinary day, this murderous god drove his carriage out of the palace, his murderous aura palpable. No one knew which family he was going to wipe out.

Various rumors circulated among the soldiers. Some said that the God of Slaughter had eloped with Princess Yongning, while others said that the God of Slaughter was an unparalleled genius from a hidden sect, and that his emergence was solely to prove the Way of Slaughter...

Until Princess Yongning passed away, there was still no concrete account of this Vermilion Bird God of Slaughter.

At this moment, looking at Mu An, who appeared refined and dressed like a scholar, Chu Wen finally understood the answer to this question.

There was never any pretty boy; there was only one true god of war from beginning to end.

The reason why Qishan Dao was able to stand firm in Lingzhou and become more and more prosperous in recent years was not because the old emperor missed Princess Yongning, nor because the daughter of the Minister of Rites was a marquis there, but because the one in front of us was the god of death who was in charge there.

As for the bandits on Qishan Mountain, the reason they have disappeared over the years is not, in retrospect, due to the reasons speculated by outsiders.

More likely, there are not many bandits left in the mountains.