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

About 500 meters away from Lin'an Hall, Mu An was standing on the roof of the restaurant, gazing at the direction of the carriage.

He had a complete view of the entire western city.

Mu An touched her chest, and even without consciously listening, she knew that her heart was beating very fast, a cold, venomous feeling lingering in her heart.

A master has his eye on me!

The carriage moved slowly forward, and the crowd grew increasingly excited.

In a county like Qing'an, news always spreads very quickly.

Perhaps it's the monotony of life, or perhaps it's the gossipy nature of people, but regardless of age or gender, everyone loves to watch the excitement.

For ordinary people, the princess's caravan was undoubtedly a rare and novel sight.

More and more people gathered on the streets, stretching along both sides of the street all the way to the city gate in the east, and the crowds blocked the roads that led in all directions.

Looking at the crowds blocking the streets, Mu An frowned, suppressing the chill rising in his heart, and waved to his deputy Yun Yang beside him.

"The princess's carriage was still three miles from the city gate, where a guard of four hundred men was stationed. This was the last chance if the rebels were to make a move."

Take fifty men and try to disperse the city's residents. Avoid violence; be courteous and reasonable.

Yunyang's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and his smile was indescribably strange, with a hint of unusual excitement.

"Don't worry, sir. Our brothers in the patrol and inspection division are best at reasoning."

Ignoring his deputy, who was probably overthinking things, Mu An stood calmly on the rooftop, maintaining his original posture as if he hadn't noticed anything.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

My heart rate kept increasing, from fifty beats per minute to four hundred beats per minute now.

Blood rushed to his head, his body felt hot, and spiritual energy circulated rapidly within him, giving his bright red blood a faint bluish glow.

A surging sword intent swirled around Mu An, ready to transform into sword energy at any moment under the stimulation of spiritual power.

In a residential house 300 meters from the restaurant, a couple and their two children were lovingly placed on the bed.

The one-and-a-half-year-old girl was placed in the very center, with her slightly older brother holding her, her husband embracing their daughter, and her wife embracing their son.

If one ignores the bloodstains on the ground and the little girl's terrified eyes, it truly appears to be a peaceful and serene scene.

Lingxiao Sanren, who had been at the Li family's house not long ago, stood in front of the bed, gently stroking the girl's cheek.

"Don't cry, your parents are just asleep. If you cry, they will never wake up again."

The one-and-a-half-year-old child did not understand the ways of the world, nor did she understand life and death, but the instinct for life still frightened her, and she couldn't help but cry out.

The child's cries sounded rather jarring in the quiet room, and also wiped the smile off Lingxiao Sanren's face.

The crying grew louder and louder, and Lingxiao Sanren stared at the girl for ten seconds.

His expression changed several times, finally settling into an extremely gentle one, like a father doting on his daughter, carefully wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Little Ling'er, be good, don't cry, don't cry."

His gentle voice seemed to possess a certain magic; within a few words, the girl who had been crying incessantly stopped crying, lay down in her brother's arms, and fell asleep.

Seeing the girl sleeping peacefully, Lingxiao Sanren's smile deepened. He bent down and placed a kiss on the girl's forehead.

After doing all this, Lingxiao Sanren casually picked up a piece of drawing paper, and with a few strokes, an image that bore a nine-tenths resemblance to him appeared on the canvas.

After staring at his masterpiece for a while, Lingxiao Sanren nodded in satisfaction, placed the scroll beside the sleeping girl, and whispered something to her.

"Little Ling'er, remember this well: when you grow up, you must remember to come find your teacher..."

The sleeping child seemed to instinctively sense some kind of malice and couldn't help but shiver.

The slight trembling of her body made Lingxiao Sanren feel even more sorry for her, and he moved his hands more and more gently. It took a while before a sweet smile appeared on the sleeping girl's face.

"That's wonderful, Little Ling'er must be having a sweet dream. Master has other matters to attend to, so I won't stay with you any longer."

After finishing speaking to himself, Lingxiao Sanren glanced disdainfully at the already dead couple on the bed, deliberately avoiding the blood on the floor, and walked to the window to observe the figures in the restaurant.

"His heart pounded like a drum, his blood and energy were boundless, and his sword intent was restrained yet ready to be unleashed. At such a young age, he had already touched the edge of the Innate Realm. What a young prodigy! He should be put to use by our Holy Sect!"

At the same time, Mu An in the restaurant suddenly turned his head, his eyes, glowing with a bluish light, fixed on the direction of Ling Xiao Sanren.

Suddenly being targeted, Lingxiao Sanren was not flustered. Instead, he clapped his hands in admiration.

"Such keen intuition, such a fearless young man! Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! There is such a remarkable person in Qing'an County!"

An appreciative gaze swept over Mu An from top to bottom, finally settling on the third floor of the restaurant.

Thirty elite merchants, all possessing internal strength, stood guard throughout the room, armed with swords and knives. Four powerful crossbows were mounted behind the windows, their chilling bolts poised to fire.

Furthermore, eight people were hiding atop the roof beams, wielding poisoned hidden weapons, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Further down, fifty armored and shield-bearing patrol soldiers guarded various parts of the building, ready to form a battle formation at any time and kill anyone who broke into the restaurant on the spot.

Lingxiao Sanren's gaze met Mu An's at the edge of the sandpaper-covered window. He then laughed, picked up his jade flute, and waved to Mu An.

Before Mu An could respond, Lingxiao Sanren tucked the jade flute back into his waistband and swaggered out of the house under Mu An's gaze.

On the rooftop of the restaurant, cold sweat silently soaked Mu An's back.

As the figure disappeared into the residential building, Mu An let out a long sigh of relief.

"Celestial Martial Saint!"

……

West City, street scene.

In the center of the crowd, Chen Er lowered his head and gripped the Buddhist prayer beads tightly in his hand.

Despite the bustling noise of the streets, he couldn't hear anything; his mind was filled with the conversation he had overheard a few days ago.

"Princess Yongning will actively seek out orphans and train them to be her guards. I wonder if anyone from our Qing'an County will be chosen."

"Being the princess's guard? That's like rising to the top in one fell swoop!"

His hands and feet were trembling, and his consciousness was becoming somewhat hazy. At this moment, Chen Er felt that the whole world consisted only of himself and the slowly moving carriage in front of him.

In a daze, Chen Er rushed out of the crowd and knelt down in front of the carriage.

The crowd fell silent the moment he knelt down.

All eyes were on him, and the sound of swords being drawn echoed through the street.

But Chen Er, kneeling on the ground, noticed nothing. He couldn't see or hear anything. All he knew was that the princess who was willing to recruit orphans as guards was right in front of him.

All he knew was that he had shouted out the words he had practiced for days.

"Your Highness, Chen Er wishes to serve as your bodyguard and is willing to dedicate his life to you."

The sound was intermittent, and apart from being loud enough, there was nothing commendable about it.

It was impolite, unconventional, and lacked any spirit; there was not a single thing about it that was admirable.