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

Standing close to the cold ground, facing the ever-present threat of death, Chu Wen's heart surprisingly calmed down.

He thought of how his parents forced him to learn all sorts of things when he was a child, and how, from the age of five, he was taught not to cry, not to laugh, and to always wear a mask on his face.

He thought of his childhood maid, a cheerful person. When he was seven years old, she accidentally spilled tea on him.

His dear mother ordered the maid to be beaten to death right in front of him.

He thought back to when he was eight years old, when he killed someone for the first time under the guidance of his respected father.

She was a girl even younger than him, who was given to the Chu family as a sacrifice because her parents couldn't afford the offerings.

Under his father's watchful eye, he cried as he plunged the dagger into the girl's chest while being scolded.

Later, he happened to pass by and found that the girl's house was empty and the whole family had disappeared.

He recalled a time when he was twelve years old, when a small village by the river suffered a flood, and a group of fishermen knelt in front of the Chu family's gate, begging to be exempted from that year's offerings.

He agreed on the spot, after all, it wasn't much money. His father didn't object, but smiled and had someone send the fishermen home.

The night after he saw the fishermen off, he heard news while walking down the street that an entire village had supposedly been flooded and had all died in the river.

In the days that followed, Chu Wen would think of these things. He did not complain about his parents. After all, they gave him life, raised him, fed him, and gave him the status he had today. He seemed to have no right to complain.

Therefore, he can only complain about his childhood self, wondering why he couldn't have been more decisive.

With just a gentle slit in his neck, his smiling maid and the weeping girl wouldn't have had to die so painfully.

But as a child, I didn't even understand this, and I watched helplessly as the two of them died in agony.

But then he thought again that it was wrong to blame himself.

After all, his respected father had said that these were trials for the Chu family, and only by experiencing enough hardship and enduring enough pain could they become self-reliant.

Therefore, when his cheek rubbed against the ground and he felt a continuous pain, Chu Wen finally understood.

He should complain, complain about that fool who brought the god of death to the Chu family.

If it weren't for that fool, he would still be living a life of revelry in Qingzhou City, and the Chu family would continue to prosper, generation after generation.

Chu Wen's father arranged his marriage to the daughter of the Lin family, which was even more powerful than theirs.

That was the daughter of Lin Chaohai, the Minister of Rites, and the same mother as the Marquis of Yongning County. She was a very useful person to the Chu family.

He had never seen what his fiancée looked like, and he didn't care.

After all, he would follow the established path of marrying and having children, and would systematically raise his future children to become the next head of the Chu family.

The Lin family values ​​etiquette, and the Chu family should learn from them in terms of manners. Naturally, there's no need to worry that his future wife won't understand him.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand; as long as his future wife doesn't go crazy, he won't mind.

After all, everything is taken for granted.

It wasn't until Mu An's voice rang in Chu Wen's ears that he snapped out of his daze.

"Are the guards at the city gate also from your Chu family?"

The person asking the question didn't seem to want a reply; he nodded as he spoke.

"Yes, they're all from your Chu family..."

Before the words had even finished, a sudden feeling of weightlessness had already swept over Chu Wen's entire body.

He was horrified to find himself flying again; Mu An had tossed him into the sky.

What are they trying to do? Are they going to smash him to death?

As he began to fall, he struggled to open his eyes and witnessed the most stunning scene of his life.

Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—five colors of light shot into the sky.

The sword energy, rising against the wind, was dyed in five colors by five halos, and finally transformed into a forty-meter-long five-colored sword energy.

The grass lay flat on the ground, the earth trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks spread across the ground.

The sword energy fell from the sky, and upon colliding with the city wall, it scattered in all directions, illuminating the night sky.

Countless sword energies scattered in all directions, splashing towards both sides of the city gate.

As the halo faded, the thirteen-meter-high city gate disappeared, leaving only a patch of scorched black earth dotted with pieces of charred stone still glowing with embers.

Chu Wen swallowed hard. He was still in the sky, falling at high speed. He instinctively looked down, desperately trying to find an intact corpse and one or two familiar soldiers.

Search desperately, search desperately.

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, but he couldn't find what he was looking for.

Until that cold, large hand grabbed his collar once more, and a voice devoid of much emotion rang in his ear.

"It feels awful; I'd rather just toss a coin."

Feel? Copper coin? What does that mean?

Before Chu Wen could figure it out, Mu An's voice rang out again.

"Is it pretty?"

"nice"

"Then I'll let you see enough later."

……

The Chu family ancestral home.

If Mu An's mansion, covering more than 30 acres, can be considered a luxury residence, its area, nearly three football fields in size, is enough for the playful Mu Ling'er to run around and have fun.

The Chu family's ancestral home can only be described as a paradise on earth.

Standing in front of the Chu family's gate, no matter which way you look, you can't see the end of the road.

It was five miles long and wide, and the ancestral home was like a small town, nearly ten times larger than the ancient imperial palace in Mu An's previous life.

It's no exaggeration to say that you need a horse-drawn carriage to get around the Chu family's ancestral home.

Qingzhou is very prosperous, with a population of 30 million, making it even more affluent than Lingzhou.

But Mu An still couldn't imagine what kind of accumulation, what kind of foundation, and what kind of forceful acquisition it would take to build such a large and luxurious mansion.

It should be noted that when the Mu Mansion was being built, he repeatedly emphasized the need to reduce the building area in order to save money.

If it weren't for his trusted subordinates insisting that the mansion should be large enough to match his status and to take into account the servants and the soldiers guarding the Mu residence, he wouldn't even have wanted to build such a large one.

In the end, it was the people of Qishan Village who heard about this. They were all very enthusiastic and provided both manpower and materials. They expanded the original Mu Mansion without authorization, which is how the Mu Mansion was expanded to its current size.

Ultimately, when it comes to housing, as long as it's enough to live in, that's fine.

But now, looking at the brightly lit Chu family ancestral home under the night sky, Mu An smiled.

He picked up Chu Wen, beaming.

"It's so big and so beautiful, it would be a shame to just burn it down, don't you think?"

He smiled brightly and chatted casually with Chu Wen, as if they were old friends catching up.

He wasn't worried about being discovered, because ordinary people wouldn't dare approach the Chu family's residence.

As for the Chu family's guards, there's even less to worry about.

After all, the dead can't speak.