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

The Chu family ancestral home, the Four Seasons Garden.

Named after the four seasons, as its name suggests, the Four Seasons Garden is not a single garden, but rather a collection of four garden courtyards representing spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

The four gardens are planted with flowers that bloom in different seasons, and each garden covers an area of ​​more than 100 acres.

This was all to ensure that the patriarchs of the Chu family could see the blooming flowers at any time.

However, if you truly believe that the Four Seasons Garden only means what it literally means, then that is rather superficial and not worthy of serious consideration.

Just as there are the four seasons belonging to heaven and earth, there must also be the four seasons belonging to humankind.

As the seasons change, the flowers that bloom at different times of the year represent the natural beauty of the four seasons.

In the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, the beautiful women dressed in light clothing, gracefully dancing in the garden, represent another meaning of the four seasons.

The quantity of clothing represents the four seasons, but which season it represents depends on the mood of the Chu family patriarchs.

When "art" that appeals to both the refined and the common is brought into a mansion, exquisite singing voices, graceful dance moves, and painstakingly honed skills all become an unspeakable part of the experience.

Beautiful fan, beautiful brush, beautiful screen, beautiful paper...

When it comes to having fun, there's nothing they can't do, only things you can't imagine.

The flowers on the temples of the cloud are shaking, and the hibiscus is warming the spring night.

Jinwu makeup becomes a beautiful night, and Yulou feasts on drunkenness and spring.

Such a description is already extremely restrained. After all, the poet, the Hermit of Xiangshan, was a man of refined tastes who paid attention to his image. Even when he was being sarcastic, he couldn't bring himself to say anything too offensive, let alone imagine those absurd scenes.

Most of the scenes that unfolded in the Four Seasons Garden could not be written down.

These images are a desecration of traditional ethics and morality, and should be hidden in history and shrouded in shadow.

Even an emperor has to consider his image and can't act too recklessly.

The men of the Chu family could truly be described as utterly unscrupulous.

Mu An was unaware of all of this.

He heard some rumors about the Four Seasons Garden in Qingzhou City, but most of them were vague and just hearsay, and could not be taken seriously.

He carried Chu Wen's head, killing his way through the crowd, until he arrived at the bustling and prosperous Sishi Garden.

He killed so silently that when he arrived at the Four Seasons Garden, the Chu family patriarchs, who were indulging in their pleasures, had no idea what was happening outside.

He saw the dancer bound hand and foot, her long hair soaked in blood, hanging upside down from the roof beam, being manipulated at will by a young man from the Chu family as if he were a writing brush.

He saw the thin servant lying on the ground, covered in wounds. A bucket beside him smelled strongly of fish. The masters were laughing heartily, while the servant slowly lost his breath.

The men of the Chu family were laughing, and Mu An was laughing too.

Looking at everything happening in the Four Seasons Garden, Mu An grinned.

For the first time in his life, he was so interested in the extermination of his clan, and he once again confirmed his own thoughts.

Since everything is justified, then the extermination of the entire clan is equally justified.

He laughed heartily as he chopped away.

"Look! There's someone flying in the sky, it looks like Young Master Wen!"

"Who are you? Who let you in?"

"Whoosh—"

"Murder! Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"

"Guards! Quickly! Seize the assassin!"

Mu An casually pulled Liu Yun out of a corpse, his eyes slightly lowered, seemingly puzzled.

An assassin? He walked in so openly through the Chu family's gate, cutting down enemies as he went. How did he become an assassin?

That won't do. As everyone knows, the core principle of an assassin is to kill everyone who sees them; this is the ultimate belief of an assassin.

He, Mu Dashanren, is such a good person, how could he possibly do such a thing?

Thinking this, Mu An casually slashed to the side, turning the horde of Chu family members who were rushing towards the cave entrance into a bloody pulp.

He shook his head slightly, reached out his hand to the servant lying on the ground, and a blue light flowed around him, radiating vitality.

But Mu An's smile gradually froze, and her expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

His Five Elements theory can heal flesh and bone, but it cannot save the dead.

Clearly, he was too late; the servant was already dead.

He turned to look at the "pen" that had been thrown on the ground. The dancer was lying on the ground with more than a dozen large, blood-red characters written on it, her hair mixed with the blood of two people.

When Mu An looked at her, the dancer lay prostrate on the ground, motionless, as if waiting to die.

Mu An glanced at the half-dead dancer on the ground, then at the other motionless "lower class" people. In the end, he gave up on the idea of ​​letting the people here take revenge themselves.

He had too many people to kill; he didn't have the time to slowly help them rise from despair.

Revenge should not be carried out by others, but if one has no ability at all and has completely lost the will to do it, it is perfectly acceptable for someone else to do it for him.

Just then, Chu Wen, who had been thrown into the air, fell down again, but Mu An caught him safely, breaking only one of his arms.

He looked at the Chu family members huddled together for warmth, then looked down at Chu Wen, who was lying on the ground, his face contorted in pain.

Mu An was not in a hurry. He stood there quietly, waiting for the Chu family and their guards to arrive from all directions and completely surround the Xia Garden.

"You audacious fiend! How dare you act so presumptuously in the Chu family!"

"So noisy!"

The longsword transformed into a streak of light, piercing straight through the speaker's chest. It then circled the crowd, piercing through several people who had just spoken.

This was a master of innate cultivation, who was pierced through by the flowing clouds without any power to resist.

After killing several people, the divine sword Liuyun in the sky swayed up and down for a while before flying back into Mu An's hand with a whoosh.

Mu An lowered his eyes, stared at the sword in his hand for a while, squinted and patted the sword twice, then muttered something inexplicably.

"From now on, you can't kill people without my permission. You're still too young to understand. I won't hold it against you this time, but don't let it happen again."

The sword trembled slightly, emitting a faint red light, as if in response to his words.

After this interaction, the Chu family members were all confused and just stared blankly at Mu An, who was standing in the middle of the encirclement.

Several elders quietly took a step back, shielding the guards and young people in front of them.

They didn't understand the sword strike just now, but they were certain that the assassin was skilled and not someone that an ordinary person could handle.

Only Chu Wen, who was lying on the ground, was the most lucid at this moment. He was closest to Mu An and heard clearly what Mu An had just said.

This demonic sword, glowing red, has already given birth to a sword spirit.

If he remembers correctly, there are only three swords in the world that possess a sword spirit.

In other words, tonight, he witnessed the birth of an unparalleled demonic sword.

Despite it being something he could cherish for a lifetime, Chu Wen found himself completely numb. He just kept his head down, and even the pain in his arm gradually became blurred.

After all, tonight's experience was too amazing, so amazing that he could never experience it again in his life.

Including all the servants and guards, there were a total of 16,000 people in the Chu family's ancestral home.

Chu Wen didn't count how many people died on the way here, but it was definitely in the thousands.

This is only tonight; who knows how many people this demonic sword has killed along with this god of death in the past?

Having slaughtered so many lives, it's not impossible for the demonic sword to give birth to a sword spirit.

The daydream didn't last long, because a thick notebook was thrown at Chu Wen.

He heard the god of death give him an order in the coldest tone.

"Read them aloud, one by one, and read them to the people of your Chu family."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Wen saw the God of Slaughter ascend into the sky and sit there, with the demonic sword hanging motionless beside him.

Thick, blood-red clouds spread out, covering the entire Chu family ancestral home.

The announcement, word by word, rang out through the thick fog.