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

It is located five miles from Ning'an Pass.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The horse runs ahead, and the arrow chases behind.

It must be said that the Heavenly Evil Cult members who hunted down the four members of the Taihang Sword Sect were somewhat disreputable.

The arrows in the dozen or so quivers were almost used up. In the end, apart from a skinny horse being riddled with arrows, the rest of the arrows were fired in vain, demonstrating the ultimate skill of the master of outlining.

The entire team consisted of 32 people, the most powerful of whom was only a first-rate altar master from the Heavenly Evil Sect.

After the disciples of the Taihang Sword Sect uncovered the Heavenly Evil Sect's conspiracy, the sect leader led his followers in pursuit.

Of the four from the Taihang Sword Sect, only the leader, Le Yan, had reached the first-rate level. The other three were young disciples who had only recently reached the third-rate level and were out with their senior brother to broaden their horizons.

The two sides in the conflict were neither particularly strong nor weak; one side came from a prestigious and righteous sect, possessing profound skills and solid cultivation.

On one hand, they have been committing crimes and acting ruthlessly for many years, and they have an absolute numerical advantage, so they can barely be considered local tyrants in an ordinary county town.

The fight between the two sides was not something that could be considered elegant, but it was still a significant conflict in the martial arts world.

In Qing'an County more than a decade ago, this would have been a critical situation that required Mu'an to be on high alert, necessitating the mobilization of the entire county's armed forces to ensure safety.

Such conflicts are a microcosm of the daily bloodshed and turmoil in the martial arts world, unfolding every day on the land of Daqi.

"Senior brother! The Heavenly Evil Cult has caught up! We're surrounded!"

"Damn it! Ning'an Pass is just a short distance past this slope!"

"Junior brothers, you two take your junior sister and prepare to break through! I'll cover your retreat. No matter what, someone has to get out alive and inform the sect of the Heavenly Evil Sect's conspiracy!"

"Senior brother..."

On the other side, thirty-two members of the Heavenly Evil Cult formed a circle, completely surrounding the four people.

The leader of the altar was a middle-aged man with shifty eyes. At this moment, he held a large knife and greedily stared at the four people surrounded in the middle.

"Trying to run away?"

"Hehehe!!!"

"Where can you run to?"

"Killing you all will allow me to refine four more top-quality Blood Pills! Kids, blame yourselves for being too curious!"

Le Yan rode forward and said loudly.

"Evil cultists should be punished by everyone! You heretics of the Heavenly Cult, using ordinary people to refine elixirs, deserve to die a thousand deaths! Even if we die today, we will make sure you demons perish!"

The leader of the Heavenly Evil Sect grinned menacingly, brandishing his broadsword and pointing it at the four members of the Taihang Sword Sect.

"A half-dead little girl, two juniors with depleted internal energy, and a boastful piece of trash—you dare to oppose my Heavenly Evil Sect?"

Le Yan remained silent, only gripping his longsword tightly, and glanced back.

Before your eyes is a small slope about thirty meters high, and beyond that is the majestic pass that represents hope.

Unfortunately, the slope is too high, which conveniently creates a natural blind spot.

In this area where Lingzhou and Jiangzhou meet, the terrain along the river is mostly like this, with plains and hills interspersed, and small slopes rising up from time to time.

The small slope blocked the view, obscuring the majestic pass in the distance and extinguishing the last hope of the four members of the Taihang Sword Sect.

Le Yan took a deep breath, gripped the longsword tightly, and gestured to his two junior brothers with his hands behind his back.

Seek opportunities and strive to break through.

The encirclement tightened, and the cultists who had been chasing the four for most of the day looked ferocious, their eyes filled with bloodlust as they stared at them.

Run! Keep running!

No matter how far you run, you'll still be obediently refined into elixirs!

Further away, Deng Hua's personal guards were equally filled with desire, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they gazed at the small hill rising in the distance.

Although they had not yet seen the cult members, they seemed to already see the credit beckoning to them.

The excited guards waved their whips, wishing they could fly to the Heavenly Evil Cult members right now and unleash a flurry of blows to claim the credit.

The warhorses were galloping, and when hundreds of them approached at the same time, anyone who wasn't deaf could hear the sound of their hooves pounding the ground.

The cultists gathered at the bottom of the small slope looked up, their voices filled with confusion.

"Where's that sound coming from? It sounds a bit like horses' hooves."

"It seems so. Could it be someone from Qishan Dao?" The believer's expression changed, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Don't scare me. Don't the people of Qishan Dao never leave their own territory? We are clearly still in Jiangzhou!" an experienced old believer said with some fear.

"Be careful, everyone. Get ready for battle. I'm going to check up the hill," a minor leader of the Heavenly Evil Cult said.

The leader rode his beloved white horse cautiously toward the top of the hill.

His years of caution prevented him from rushing forward immediately; instead, he cautiously peeked out.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

The sound of arrows piercing the air echoed in my ears, followed by a powerful shout.

"The cultists not only don't run away, but they even dare to peek out and test the waters. They must be plotting something. Soldiers, fire the arrows!"

A dense barrage of arrows whistled in, saturating the area where the minor leader was hiding.

Hundreds of arrows fell one after another, turning the Heavenly Evil Cult's junior leader, who hadn't even had a chance to speak, into a pincushion.

The group of cultists below the hillside only saw a rain of arrows before their leader fell to the ground, clearly dead.

In the short time it takes to breathe, a large army has gathered on the hilltop and surrounded them.

Gazing at the armor reflecting a chilling light, the group of Heavenly Evil Cult members felt their legs go weak.

Despite the bright sunshine overhead, they felt a chill run through their bodies, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The gentle slope created excellent conditions for the cavalry to charge, but also sealed off all their chances of escape.

Don't the people of Qishan Road never care about what happens within Jiangzhou?

They didn't even leave Jiangzhou!

Could it be that the boundary marker has been quietly moved again?

Which son of a bitch did this?! These ringleaders keep moving the boundary markers every year, what's the meaning of that?

If another hundred or eighty years pass, will the boundary marker be moved directly to Jiangzhou City?

While those with poor judgment were still pondering the cause, process, and outcome of the problem, the clever members of the Heavenly Evil Cult had already thrown away their weapons, covered their heads with their hands, and skillfully slid to their knees on the ground.

"Sir! We're innocent! We're citizens of Jiangzhou, not bad people. Those four villains stole our clan's treasure, and that's how we accidentally stumbled into this sacred place..."

Normally, if Deng Hua encountered these cult members, he wouldn't mind having a good chat with them, spending some time interrogating them carefully, getting back all the valuables he could, and having a good meal with his brothers.

But now, the thought of Mu Ling'er standing in the distance watching this place fills Deng Hua with excitement.

He had no other wish than to exchange martial arts tips with Lord Mu, who was known as the "Qishan Killing Immortal" and the "Vermilion Bird Killing God." It would be even better if he could receive some pointers from him.

The path of martial arts is too difficult to advance. If one could receive guidance from someone like Master Mu, it would surely be of great benefit.