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

Mu An has always considered herself a very reasonable person.

Even when others insult, curse, slander, or tarnish his reputation, he never argues with them.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Yun weaved back and forth nearly a hundred times, dividing Chu Tiansheng into hundreds of portions.

After dealing with the remnants of the Qingjiang Chu family, Mu An sheathed his sword, pondering whether to exterminate Chu Tiansheng's family in Qi'an City.

But after thinking it over carefully, Mu An dismissed the somewhat dangerous idea and instead smiled at the soldiers who were all kneeling down.

He's here to pick someone up, not to cause trouble. Fighting, killing, and wiping out entire families are all bad things.

Smile, so that others won't misunderstand.

Mu An revealed what she thought was a kind smile, pointed to the unrecognizable blocky objects on the ground, and made a conclusion in a rather practiced tone.

"These are remnants of the Chu family. The Chu family of Qingjiang has committed heinous crimes and deserves to die."

He was clearly explaining his actions, but the soldiers on the street seemed to have misunderstood something.

Some excited soldiers banged their heads on the ground, muttering things like "I have elderly parents and young children to support," while others trembled with fear, as if something unpleasant had happened.

Mu An took a step back without making a sound. He suspected that these soldiers were not quite right in the head, or that they had some kind of mental illness, otherwise why would they all act like idiots?

Is Mu Dashan really that scary?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

However, considering his image as a benevolent philanthropist and the relatively limited authority of the emperor in the palace, he still chose to speak up.

"Why are you all kneeling? There are so many people on the street. I, the Great Commander, am not some rebel. It would be bad if people misunderstood me."

Just think about it, in the middle of summer, the journey from Qi'an City to Qishan Road is tens of thousands of miles long, and who knows what might happen along the way.

Since you're sending them to me anyway, you don't need to send them. I'll just take them with me, which will save you trouble and kill two birds with one stone.

Does anyone have other opinions? Speak up if you disagree.

Seeing that none of the soldiers would speak, Mu An added another sentence.

"What's wrong with you all? Why are you all kneeling on the ground like I'm some kind of villain? What, do you have a problem with me?"

"Don't worry, I'm a very fair person. If you feel there's anything wrong, feel free to express your opinions. Reasonable suggestions will be considered!"

For Yu Mu'an, it was just two simple sentences, but for the soldiers on the ground, it was as if they saw the King of Hell beckoning to them.

Wait, what does "God of Slaughter" mean? Should we kneel or not?

The soldiers, who had just been kneeling, looked at each other. As the first warrior stood up, the rest followed suit, standing ramrod straight, without a single flaw.

Mu An nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Wan Shu, who was staring in disbelief beside him.

"See, the problem is solved. As long as you have a 'reasonable' point, everyone is actually quite easy to talk to."

Having experienced several emotional ups and downs, Wan Shu's little mind was no longer able to process any more information, and she instinctively nodded in agreement with Mu An's words.

His little head was swaying, he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Seeing this, Mu An raised his hand and waved, and blue light spots shone on Wan Shu, instantly waking the girl who was feeling dizzy.

For a fleeting moment, Wan Shu, now fully awake, wanted to ask if the person in front of her was some kind of deity.

Is there something wrong with this "reasoning"?

But she didn't ask anything; she just kept pointing in the direction of the prison van.

"My lord! Please save Master Zhuang! I beg you..."

It was this sentence that finally made Mu An look at Zhuang Sheng in the prison cart.

Compared to when I last saw him in Qingzhou City, Zhuang Sheng had visibly aged considerably, with his temples covered in a thick patch of white hair.

His overall energy and spirit have plummeted, and he has yet to recover from his near-beast-like state.

Zhuang Sheng's bloodshot eyes were blurry, making it impossible for Mu An to understand what emotions were hidden in them.

However, Mu An didn't care about any of that.

Under the watchful eyes of countless civilians on both sides of the street, as well as obediently standing soldiers, Mu An took a few steps forward.

hum!

Just as the seventh step was about to land.

A loud blast echoed through the street.

The Five Elements Light Wheel lit up in front of Mu An, transforming into a disc that collided with a calligraphy brush that appeared out of thin air.

The two energies collided in the void, annihilated each other, and eventually dissipated into the world.

Mu An narrowed his eyes and subtly flicked his hand from under his sleeve.

That's amazing! Where did this terrestrial deity come from?

At the end of the road, an elderly man with white hair and beard walked slowly.

The old man, dressed in a magnificent gold and white robe, walked unhurriedly toward Mu An, and a visible aura of primordial yellow filled the street with each step he took.

With each step you take, the color of the street deepens slightly.

"Lord Mu, wasn't it a bit too much to execute General Chu of the Vermilion Bird Gate in the street? The laws of our Great Qi Dynasty should not grant you this power."

The Sage of Literature, Meng Yan.

He muttered to himself, but Mu An was not afraid. He stood quietly, looking at the person who was given the title of "Sage of Literature" for some unknown reason.

Right now, this so-called "literary sage" is turning the streets into his domain.

When Meng Yan was only five steps away from him, Mu An spoke concisely.

"The entire Chu family of Qingjiang deserves to die!"

In Mu An's opinion, since someone can be called a "literary sage," he must be someone who can reason and distinguish right from wrong.

"A country has its laws, and a family has its rules. The fate of the Chu family is to be dealt with according to the laws of our imperial court. Since when did it become your place, Lord Mu, to decide their life and death?"

Looking at Meng Yan, whose tone was unhurried, as if he really intended to argue with him about right and wrong.

Mu An remained silent for a long time, feeling that the old man was sick.

If the imperial court really cared about these matters, there would be no need for the Qingjiang Chu family to exist, and no need for him to take action.

He glanced at Wan Shu, who had collapsed onto the prison cart.

The prison van was filthy, covered in filth, but the girl didn't seem to care at all; she even used her teeth to bite the shackles on Zhuang Sheng's hands.

He stared at the two men for a while, then glanced at the people on both sides of the street.

A series of unexpected events prompted a small group of people to step forward. They brought stones and kitchen knives, attempting to help Wanshu unlock Zhuang Sheng's shackles.

He then looked at the soldiers beside him.

Most of them remained standing obediently, but some were whispering among themselves and secretly picking up their swords.

Finally, Mu An straightened up and turned to look at Meng Yan, who was giving her a fake smile.

He mimicked Meng Yan's laughter, and as he laughed, Mu An grasped Liu Yun and pointed at Meng Yan.

"So what if I killed him? What's it to you?"

Meng Yan was not angered by Mu An's provocation. He stood five steps away from Mu An and reached into his sleeve.

"Can I take it that Lord Mu means you are willing to admit to all these heinous crimes?"