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

"Hurry! Faster! Run forward! We're only twenty li away from Lingzhou, which is Qishan Road's territory, a forbidden area for the Demon Cult. If we can escape there, we'll be saved!"

A west wind begins to rise, stirring up sand along the ancient road.

Four skinny horses galloped along the dirt road, kicking up clouds of yellow dust.

The leader was a young swordsman of about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, followed by two men and a woman. All three were young and had the naivety of someone just starting out in the martial world.

The four were dressed in white, and any experienced martial artist could tell at a glance that these young people came from a major sect and were currently traveling to gain experience in the martial world.

Unlike the stories in folk tales, in the martial arts world, people dressed in white are actually not popular.

On the one hand, it was too easy to get dirty and difficult to wash; on the other hand, once a battle broke out, the blood-stained white clothes would be a clear signal.

Only young people who are new to the world and have heard many stories of the martial arts world would like to wear such inconvenient clothes.

Of course, this excludes the immortals on land. The clothes of the big shots will never get dirty. Even if they do get dirty or red, it's just an embellishment they made to their clothes!

This is called fashion and trend. Major factions and powerful families will naturally offer reasonable explanations for the clothing of the big shots, vying to praise it and regard it as the current trend!

At this moment, the youngest junior sister among them was clutching her lower abdomen with both hands, almost completely slumped on her horse.

Her petite body bobbed up and down with the horse's gallop, as if she might fall off at any moment.

"Senior Brother Yue! This can't go on any longer, Junior Sister Li is dying!"

Le Yan, the leading disciple of the Taihang Sword Sect, also noticed his junior sister's situation. He slowed down and frowned as he looked at his junior sister.

At the waist and abdomen of the junior sister, her once snow-white clothes were now covered in blood, and the stain was still spreading rapidly.

After glancing past her junior sister, Le Yan looked towards the end of the road.

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Large plumes of dust rose at the horizon as the demonic cultists of the Heavenly Evil Sect steadily closed the distance between them and the enemy.

For a fleeting moment, Leyan thought of simply abandoning his junior sister, which would undoubtedly be the best option.

Without being a burden, at least he and his two junior brothers could safely escape to Qishan Road.

But Leyan remembered his master's instructions before he left the mountain, and his solemn promise to his master that he would bring his junior brothers and sisters back safely.

More importantly, he remembered that his junior sister had expressed her affection for him on several occasions, intentionally or unintentionally, in the past few days.

The image of her junior sister's petite figure flashed through her mind, and Leyan immediately suppressed her thoughts.

To be honest, he also thought his junior sister was both cute and pretty!

More importantly, in the storybook, the senior brother and the junior sister are a couple!

Thinking about things she shouldn't be thinking about now, Leyan slowed down and walked alongside her junior sister, who was almost fainting, and pulled her into her arms.

"Junior brothers, hang in there a little longer, we'll be there soon! We'll be safe once we reach Qishan Road!"

As he spoke, Le Yan took out the last "Fire Thunder" from his pocket, circulated his true energy, and threw it with all his might at the pursuing Heavenly Evil Cult members.

"boom--"

Flames rose in the distance, and the roar of explosions carried on the breeze to our ears.

"Faster! Don't give up! There's still hope!"

……

June of the third year of the Tianshun reign.

Ning'an Pass is located on the outskirts of Qing'an County, at the border of Lingzhou and Jiangzhou.

Because Qing'an County is located at a major transportation hub, at the junction of Lingzhou and Jiangzhou, Ning'an Pass was naturally established in recent years as Qing'an County developed rapidly.

This border post was built after the rise of the Qishan Road and served to protect Qing'an County. It was where the border defense troops of the Qishan Road were stationed.

While the disciples of the Taihang Sword Sect were fleeing for their lives, Mu Ling'er, who had grown quite a bit taller, stood on a small stool on the city wall of Ning'an Pass, gazing into the distance.

The girl wore a light blue dress, and her overall demeanor seemed somewhat out of place in the military camp.

At this moment, she was holding a cylindrical "long-range eye" in her hand, looking around in all directions within Jiangzhou.

Perhaps because she hadn't slept well, or perhaps because she was too bored, Mu Ling'er kept yawning as she watched.

His head bobbed back and forth, then he snapped back to reality the moment he started to sink, giving the general beside him an awkward smile.

"Young Miss, if you are tired, please go back and rest. The military camp for your rest has been prepared."

Mu Ling'er shook her head. She turned her head slightly so that General Deng Hua couldn't see her expression. The moment she turned her head, her little face scrunched up.

Just now, she subtly pinched her leg, and the effect was remarkable; she immediately felt refreshed.

This is a story that Mu Ling'er saw in a book, called something like "hanging one's head from the beam and pricking one's thigh with an awl," which is said to be a model for scholars and a kind of hard-working quality.

However, Mu Ling'er was afraid of pain, so she only dared to pinch her own thigh at most, and even that hurt!

More importantly, there was one time when she tried to do that "hanging one's head from a beam" thing, but before she could even hang her hair up, Mu An found out and gave her a good scolding, saying that she had something wrong with her brain.

Then came a very long speech, which Mu Ling'er couldn't remember anymore. She only remembered that Mu An said a lot of things, many of which were things she couldn't understand, such as Tiger Balm, Mentholatum, coffee, and anti-humanity...

Strange things, mostly things I've never heard of before.

The only thing Mu Ling'er remembered was that her father, Da An, told her righteously that ancient books were harmful and that he was going to throw all of them away.

Mu Ling'er considered herself sensible, so she naturally didn't let Mu An do that. But she also knew that Mu An was doing it for her own good, so she naturally wouldn't go against Mu An.

Although other teachers said that this was what an excellent scholar should do, since Mu An disagreed, she stopped trying to do it.

However, occasionally, Mu Ling'er would think that Da'an was too good to her, to the point of spoiling her.

Many books say that this is bad and will turn a person into a useless person.

Mu Ling'er genuinely felt that she didn't want to be a useless person; she wanted to make a name for herself and achieve something great.

She needs to work hard to make herself worthy of this affection.

Practicing martial arts was much harder than she had imagined. She was exhausted every day and didn't see any results. In comparison, she preferred reading books.

She would always secretly read at night, so much so that she was often sleepy and always looked listless.

Regaining her composure, Mu Ling'er looked at the guarding general again, adopting what she thought was a mature expression, and spoke quite seriously to the general, whose expression was somewhat strange.

"It's alright, General Deng, don't worry about me. Compared to me, the soldiers guarding this pass are working much harder."