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

Deep within the underground palace.

"What's going on? Where is this poisonous smoke coming from?" the younger assassin asked urgently.

"Has an enemy come seeking revenge?" an assassin who was playing with a hidden weapon asked calmly.

"It's also possible that the imperial court has come to arrest them," one of the assassins, who was playing chess with himself, retorted.

"Impossible. We have connections above us, and we've paid all the dues. We've taken care of the Qingzhou Prefecture, the Sky Patrol Bureau, the Dark Feather Guard... We've bribed everyone, and every year we receive a mountain of silver. There's no reason for the court to take action against us," the old assassin, reclining in a rattan chair and reading a book, said leisurely.

This is a veteran assassin who has worked in the Soul-Severing Pavilion for over forty years and knows everything about the pavilion.

"That means someone's come seeking revenge. Anyone want to go check it out? Hurry up, the poison is getting stronger." The assassin, fiddling with his hidden weapon, made his own conclusion.

As he spoke, he glanced at the others, but he himself did not move an inch.

There were a total of twenty-three people in the underground palace. Apart from a few newly promoted young people with the "Chase" rank, everyone was busy with their own things.

It's just a little bit of toxic fumes. Everyone's busy, so anyone can handle it.

The four newly recruited "Chase" assassins looked at their seniors who showed no intention of moving, sighed helplessly, and each headed towards the exit.

The assassins in the underground palace only changed their expressions when the poisonous smoke grew thicker and the four who had gone out to check the situation had not returned.

Although the assassins with the "Pursuit" designation die quickly, they are truly skilled and have completed several highly difficult assassination missions.

There must be a big problem if there's been no movement for so long.

They exchanged a glance, and everything was understood without a word.

The idea is tricky, time to grab the weapons!

It has to be said that being an assassin is a truly fascinating profession; you can meet all sorts of people in this line of work.

They do things for money, risking their lives, but they also have their own lives.

Most of them are forced into this line of work and gradually get used to the bloody and ruthless life, but some join the line of work for various reasons such as seeking thrills and wanting to kill.

Most of them tend to have some rather strange habits, and this is especially true the more people they kill and the higher their level.

The assassins of the Soul-Severing Pavilion are like this; even when they are attacked at their doorstep, they remain calm and make the necessary preparations at their own pace.

They might prepare hidden weapons, take antidote pills, cover their mouths and noses, or crawl slowly outwards along the wall.

Cooperation is out of the question. Assassins are all lone wolves. Getting them to trust their colleagues in the cabinet is no better than taking their lives.

As for the elusive Lord of the Soul-Severing Pavilion, no one paid any attention to him. Even the core members of the Soul-Severing Pavilion would only see him once or twice a year.

Even they didn't know where the master of the pavilion was, or whether he was even in this underground palace.

More precisely, unless they happen to be there during the annual meeting, most of the time they have no idea where their other colleagues are.

As an assassin, you can only rely on yourself.

Each assassin formulated a preliminary plan for themselves in a very short time.

Everyone go first, I'll cover the rear!

They each used their own methods to pass through the narrow passage, stepping over the corpses of the newlyweds, and then, upon seeing the exit, they all took a step back in unison, protecting their companions in front of them.

The synchronized movements made Mu An, who was sitting in the sky, feel a sense of awe. He suddenly realized that compared with these veterans, his experience in the martial arts world was still too little.

He got carried away, far too carried away. After a few years of comfortable living, he had completely forgotten how to be cautious.

This shouldn't be happening, it absolutely shouldn't be happening!

How can one be so cautious?

Such a cautious assassin would be better off dressed as a hedgehog!

Therefore, he raised his hand and waved it downwards, and a rain of five-colored swords fell from the sky. The densely packed points of light centered on the four buildings at the exit of the underground palace, causing the buildings to collapse and the several-meter-thick layer of soil on the ground to crumble into dust.

Seeing the group of cunning assassins turn into hedgehogs in one fell swoop, Mu An nodded in satisfaction.

Now that's comfortable, the whole family should be together. The newlyweds go first, and the elders should naturally follow.

Our main focus is on fairness and impartiality!

The faces on the wanted posters excited the Dark Feather Guards. They had thought it would be a chore, but it turned out to be a free credit.

Mu An made no move; he sat upright in the void, quietly gazing at the underground palace below.

In his perception, the only Celestial Ancestor of the Chu family, the Pavilion Master of the Soul-Severing Pavilion, was slowly walking out at the speed of an ordinary person.

Upon reaching the level of Celestial Martial Saint, one has already established a certain degree of connection with heaven and earth.

The cicadas sense the arrival of autumn before the wind blows, and the Celestial Martial Saint possesses a similar ability.

Therefore, most Celestial Martial Saints are very difficult to kill, because they can instinctively sense life-or-death crises and avoid danger early on.

This is a warning from heaven and earth, and it has its own profound mystery.

Having nearly wiped out the Chu family bloodline at the Chu family ancestral home, Mu An didn't believe that the Chu family's ancestor would be completely unaware of this.

But since this patriarch of the Chu family is still in the Broken Soul Pavilion, the implications are self-evident.

A five-colored halo formed a five-colored auspicious cloud beneath Mu An. He sat cross-legged in the sky, quietly watching the Chu family patriarch getting closer and closer to the ground.

As time went by, the five-colored halo behind Mu An became more and more vibrant, with the five elements flowing and stirring the four directions.

Centered on Mu'an, the spiritual energy of the entire Qingzhou City was converging towards the direction of the five-colored light wheel.

The spiritual energy gathered more and more, and the density of spiritual energy in the center of Spring Flower Autumn Moon Pavilion increased to thousands of times that of the normal level.

The dense spiritual energy caused the primordial energy distributed between heaven and earth to boil even more violently, and even the air began to distort visibly.

The five-colored halo split into five, transforming into five discs of different colors, which occupied the sky in accordance with the generating cycle of the five elements.

The chirping of insects gradually ceased, the wind stopped and the clouds dispersed, the air grew increasingly stagnant, and an invisible pressure filled the space between heaven and earth.

Insects, birds, beasts, and all life on earth fled in all directions like madmen, emitting piercing screams.

Realizing something was wrong, Xin Liu swallowed hard. Without saying a word, she retreated three miles before standing on the roof and looking up at the sky, which had completely changed color.

A five-colored curtain of light covered the sky, and an immense pressure pressed down on every corner of the world.

Looking at the five enormous discs in the sky, each over a hundred meters in diameter, Xin Liu instinctively shuddered and kept muttering to himself.

"Are you kidding me? What is this thing?! Is this what a Dharma form looks like? No, what is this killing god trying to do? Is it going to tear Qingzhou City apart?"

Because her second brother and sister-in-law were both Celestial Martial Saints, and Xin Liu was the youngest in the family, she naturally saw many of her second brother and sister-in-law's divine forms.

only……

Looking at the giant disc that painted the sky with color, all she could say was...

It's small, but actually quite cute. It's just a small place, so there's no need for such a grand display.

Inside the study of Chunhua Qiuyue Pavilion, the Chu family patriarch leisurely walked out through a narrow opening that could only accommodate one person at a time.

He had kind eyes and a gentle demeanor, wore an elegant white robe, and leaned on a cane. He looked at the old scholars in the academy with a kind and benevolent expression.

As he passed the madam's corpse, the Chu family patriarch glanced down at it, his gaze lingering on the large hole in her abdomen for several seconds.

Because the madam's body was blocking the middle of the road, he used his cane to move the body a little. When he couldn't move it any further, he took a step forward, stepped over the body, and slowly walked out.