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

Upon hearing this, Mu An, who was already laughing, laughed even harder, clutching his stomach and laughing loudly, completely ignoring Meng Yan.

It wasn't until Meng Yan took out a brush from his sleeve and started writing and drawing in the air, as if he were writing down a series of crimes related to him, that Mu An stopped laughing and reached for his waist.

Above the sky, countless instruments of torture transformed into phantoms, densely covering the entire street.

Each of the phantom images was hundreds of meters in size.

Mu An had no doubt that once these instruments of torture were laid, the surrounding streets would be completely annihilated.

He looked at Meng Yan and asked a question.

"Your attack will kill at least tens of thousands of people."

Meng Yan nodded calmly, responding to Mu An in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Exorcism always involves necessary sacrifices, not to mention that the people here have come into contact with too many things they shouldn't have."

"What do you mean?" Mu An was a little confused. He still couldn't understand why someone who could be called a "literary saint" would be so incompetent.

Upon hearing Mu An's question, Meng Yan turned his gaze to Zhuang Sheng.

"Lord Mu should know that what Zhuang Sheng did was uprooting the foundation of our Great Qi and severing the lineage of our literary tradition. For the sake of Great Qi and for the sake of all the people under heaven, he must die."

After staring at Meng Yan for about seven or eight seconds, Mu An nodded.

He realized that the conflict was too great, so great that there was no possibility of reaching an agreement.

He stopped talking, then reached into his pocket with his left hand and pulled out five scrolls.

As the scrolls were taken out one after another, Meng Yan's calm expression visibly stiffened for a moment, but he did not stop moving and instead spoke.

"not enough!"

Mu An looked up at him, then reached for a black and white mirror at her waist with her right hand.

He grabbed the mirror in his hand and waved it in front of Meng Yan.

"And now?"

"The Celestial Master's Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror! One of the three great sacred artifacts of Taoism, how did it end up in your hands? What is your relationship with the Celestial Master?"

Mu An didn't answer, but continued to press for an answer.

"Is that enough?"

Meng Yan's expression turned somewhat ugly. He had offended the Painting Saint, but as long as he didn't leave Qi'an City, he would be safe.

But if you offend the Celestial Master, no matter how vast the world is, even if you escape to the ends of the Nine Realms, you will only face certain death.

More importantly, the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror was the Celestial Master's most treasured possession, having been with him for over a thousand years, and it was exceptionally mysterious.

This magical treasure alone possesses combat power no less than that of a terrestrial immortal.

Recalling Mu An's incredibly skillful use of the Five-Colored Light Wheel not long ago, Meng Yan's old face darkened completely.

Mu An was also curious whether he, holding the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror, could really compete with the land immortals, but he did not choose to act rashly.

This is, after all, Qi'an City, the main base of the Great Qi.

What Meng Yan feared was not himself holding the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror, but rather the meaning behind it.

He has his trump cards, and Meng Yan naturally does too.

and……

Mu An stood still, looking at the people surrounding Zhuang Sheng, and at the countless people on the street who were hugging each other because of their confusion and helplessness.

After watching for a while, he shook his head.

He could kill people, but he couldn't kill innocent people indiscriminately; that was the bottom line he set for himself.

Even though people with principles are easily exploited for their weaknesses, he still persists.

The bottom line can be flexible, but it must be there.

In the long journey of life, there are always some things that cannot be discarded.

And now, he is in the bustling downtown area, in Qi'an City, the most prosperous city in Daqi.

Two beings at the level of terrestrial immortals clashing here—even the aftershocks of their battle would be enough to displace hundreds of thousands of people.

He looked at Meng Yan and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Zhuang Sheng, I'm taking you away. You must not kill any of the people or soldiers here. Otherwise, one day I will personally cut off your head and destroy your soul, so that you will never be reincarnated."

Meng Yan did not answer, but he put away his brush and waved his sleeve to disperse the instruments of torture in the sky.

Seeing this, Mu An nodded to him and then continued speaking.

"Excuse me, I need to get back to Qishan Road."

Meng Yan's face grew increasingly gloomy. He stared intently at Mu An, his gaze shifting between the scroll in Mu An's left hand and the Yin-Yang Bagua mirror in his right.

After a dozen or so breaths, Meng Yan took a step back, dispelled the Xuanhuang Qi that had sealed off the heavens and earth, and made way for the path.

Mu An stopped mocking him and waved his sleeve, washing Zhuang Sheng, who was covered in filth, clean.

With another flick of his sleeve, five-colored light gathered at his feet, transforming into a five-colored auspicious cloud.

Mu An ignored Zhuang Sheng, who wanted to say something, and instead reached out her hand to Wan Shu, who was hiding behind him.

"Brave little guy, come on up."

After saying that, he gave Zhuang Sheng a disdainful look.

"You too, sit somewhere to the side, don't get in my way."

Auspicious clouds rose into the sky and soon towered above the buildings on both sides of the street.

Some people on the ground knelt down, while others shouted loudly towards the direction of the clouds. Among them were old men, old women, a family of three, hooligans and scholars, and a few beggars hiding in the shadows.

Zhuangzi sat on the very edge of the clouds, gazing at everything below without uttering a word.

Meng Yan stood on the street, watching them rise higher and higher. Just as the auspicious clouds were about to disappear from sight, a few wisps of dark yellow energy shot up into the sky and transformed into a line of golden characters in front of Mu An.

"You should be one of us. Even if you're not now, one day you'll understand all of this. We've never been enemies."

Mu An stared at the words for a long time.

"Immortal, what does that wicked old man mean by what he wrote to you?" Wan Shu asked curiously.

"It's just the old man's incompetent rage, it doesn't mean anything." Mu An waved his hand, dispersing the Xuanhuang Qi.

He stood in the center of the clouds, gazing towards the direction of the palace.

A person dressed in a dragon robe was standing at the highest point of the Star-Picking Platform, gazing at him from afar.

"It's only been a few years, and he's already become a Martial Saint. He's got some skills."

Muttering to himself, Mu An cast his gaze further into the distance, to the back mountain of the imperial palace, the abode of the royal immortals.

During the standoff, Mu An noticed two gazes sweeping over him; in other words, there were two terrestrial immortals there.

These two were also the pillars that enabled the Great Qi to suppress the world. One was the former Emperor Qiwen, and the other, Mu An, was of unknown identity.

The auspicious clouds rose higher and higher, reaching a thousand meters in the sky, and flew towards the direction of Qishan Road.

The journey wasn't too fast, as there was still plenty of time. Zhuang Sheng and his disciple Wan Shu needed time to calm down and carefully consider their future plans.

Qishan Road is very wide, enough to accommodate a pair of down-on-their-luck master and apprentice.

But if they don't want to stay in Qishan Road, Mu An won't say anything.

As for the favor of saving Zhuang Sheng, Mu An didn't care. He did what he wanted to do, and that was all.

He would gladly accept Zhuang Sheng's offer of gratitude, and he would not care if Zhuang Sheng did not offer it.