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

Half an hour ago.

"Chase them! These murderers dared to kill someone in the street! They can't be let off!"

"Young Miss, these people don't look like ordinary thugs; they seem more like organized cult members. They might be dangerous."

"It makes no difference! No matter who they are, anyone who dares to kill someone in the street cannot be let off! Signal the entire guard to move out and seize them!"

……

The pursuers stopped in front of a house.

Mu Ling'er was surrounded by guards and looked at the house in front of her.

This is an ordinary house, with no signs of habitation from the outside, but it seems to be cleaned regularly.

Looking at the room in front of her, Mu Ling'er felt a slight tremor in her heart for no reason.

But she didn't think much of it and instead gave an order to Xu Sheng, the commander of the Mu family's personal guards who was responsible for protecting her.

"This place might be a cult's hideout. For safety's sake, surround the house, have someone prepare kerosene, burn the house down, and force the cultists out!"

Xu Sheng was Mu Ping's personal guard more than a decade ago when the Anshan Patrol Inspectorate was still in existence. After Mu Ping passed away, Mu An took over the position of patrol inspector, and Xu Sheng naturally became Mu An's confidant.

With the rapid development of Qishan Road over the years, he rose through the ranks and became the commander of the Mu family's personal guards, deeply trusted by Mu An.

He was well aware of the tragedies that had occurred in this room over the past decade.

Now, upon hearing Mu Ling'er say she wanted to set the house on fire, Xu Sheng was at a loss for what to do.

This was Mu Ling'er's former home. Lord Mu thought that Mu Ling'er might want to see the place where she used to live when she grew up, so he preserved this house.

However, because Mu Ling'er was young, in order to let her grow up happily, no one has told Mu Ling'er what happened back then, under the orders of Lord Mu.

To this day, Mu Ling'er still doesn't know her own background, and even considers the place where she was born to be a stronghold of cultists.

The sharp-eyed Mu Ling'er noticed Xu Sheng's hesitation. She frowned and looked at Xu Sheng.

"Uncle Xu, is there something wrong? You don't need to worry about me, just do what you think is right."

Under Mu Ling'er's gaze, Xu Sheng hesitated for a while before a sudden inspiration struck him, and he came up with a reason.

"Young Miss, the cultists suddenly committing murder in the street must be part of some scheme. In order to obtain information, we should try to capture them alive."

While arson might reduce the risk, it could also drive cult members to despair, leading them to choose mutual destruction and eliminating any possibility of capturing them alive.

Mu Ling'er sniffed. She felt there was something wrong with what Xu Sheng said, but she still agreed.

Observe more, listen more, and interfere less with the generals' commands—this is what Mu An taught her.

She is young and her judgment on many things is not accurate enough.

Before she has the ability to stand on her own, Mu Ling'er does not intend to forcefully interfere with experienced generals based on her own ideas.

The guards of the Mu family were all carefully selected elites, each of them a first-rate expert.

They broke down doors and windows at top speed, and after a cacophony of clashing swords, captured all four Blood-Clad Cult members alive.

Seeing that the battle was over, Mu Ling'er stepped into the house and looked at the four people who were tied up with a scrutinizing gaze.

The group consisted of three men and one woman. The female cult member was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and Mu Ling'er found her somewhat familiar.

She moved closer, stared at the female believer for a while, and then spoke up in surprise.

"Qin Yan? How did you end up with cult members?"

The woman named Qin Yan did not answer the question. Instead, she spat on the ground with a disdainful tone.

"You ungrateful wretch, this place looks familiar, doesn't it? Your whole family died here..."

"What the hell are you talking to! How dare you speak to our young lady like that!"

Before Qin Yan could finish speaking, Xu Sheng strode forward and slapped Li Yan hard across the face, knocking her to the ground and causing several bloody teeth to fall out.

After slapping her, he hurriedly rubbed his hands together and looked at Mu Ling'er, "Miss, don't listen to this cultist's nonsense. She's insane and spouting gibberish. Don't pay her any attention; I'll kill her right now!"

Mu Ling'er heard Qin Yan's words clearly. She raised her hand to stop Xu Sheng and looked at Qin Yan, who was lying on the ground, with a stern face.

"What do you mean? Explain yourself clearly."

Qin Yan gave Xu Sheng a provocative look, then spat on the ground.

"Explain yourself? What's there to explain? You motherless, fatherless bastard, you should have died here back then."

Just because you're lucky you think you're some big shot? Let me tell you, you're nothing but a good-for-nothing who barely survived!

"Want to know your background? Sure, let me go. If you let me go, come to Caimo Street at midnight tonight, and I'll tell you about your past."

Mu Ling'er's face grew increasingly grim. She scanned the entire room, her gaze sweeping over the tables and chairs, over the bed, and finally settling on the small toys placed in the corner.

Everything inside felt completely unfamiliar to her. She had no recollection of this place whatsoever, nor of the parents Qin Yan had mentioned.

But she knew that what Qin Yan said was probably true.

After all, Mu An was not her biological father, a fact she had known for a long time.

When she was very young, Qin Yan had scolded her with similar words.

(ps: see chapter ninety-nine)

From childhood to adulthood, Mu Ling'er had heard similar things more than once. When she was little, she was puzzled, cried, and had a slight complaint about Mu An not letting her call him father.

Qin Yan continued to provoke, relentlessly spouting bits and pieces of information and occasionally making sarcastic remarks.

All of them were related to the tragedy of that year, but they avoided the most crucial information, in an attempt to further provoke Mu Ling'er.

The atmosphere inside the room grew increasingly oppressive. Xu Sheng opened his mouth, but didn't know what he could do.

Without Mu An's consent, he dared not make a decision on his own, nor did he dare to forcibly take Mu Ling'er away.

One should not meddle in the eldest son's family affairs.

"How about it? You spare my life in exchange for your past, isn't that a good deal..."

You don't really think that killer cares about you that much, do you?

The Grand Commander of Qishan Dao, the Vermilion Bird God of Slaughter who slaughtered his way through the imperial palace, a terrestrial immortal...

Look at these titles, each one more impressive than the last. If such a powerful being truly cared about you, wouldn't he help you take revenge?

He's just a minor protector of the Blood Robe Cult; he could crush him with a single finger.

But to this day, the Lingxiao Sanren who killed your entire family is still alive and well, living a carefree life somewhere unknown, creating one orphan after another like you.

Do you know how horribly your parents and brother died? They were drained of all their blood! They looked like dried-up corpses!

Oh right, I heard they were holding you in their arms when they died...

They're so loving...

You probably don't know this, but every terrestrial immortal who wants to perfect their Dao must take a trip to the mortal world.

The vast majority of them chose to seek enlightenment in the mundane world.

Isn't that a coincidence?

"Mu Ling'er, think about it carefully. Does your dear Lord Mu truly care about you, or does he just want to use you to experience this mundane world?"

The sound continued, but Mu Ling'er suddenly raised her head.

She swiftly drew the knife from the guard beside her and plunged it into Qin Yan's body without hesitation.

The movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest sluggishness.

Under Qin Yan's incredulous gaze, Mu Ling'er stared into her eyes and said, word by word.

"Have you said enough? You really think I can't see through such an obvious scheme?"

After saying that, she pulled out the knife and, amidst screams, severed Qin Yan's legs.

"Trying to use me to scheme against Da'an? Who do you think you are?"

"You think I know nothing? You think I don't know why Da'an has been refusing to tell me these things?"

"Let me tell you, I, Mu Ling'er, am not some good-for-nothing who survived by luck. I can tell who is good to me and who is bad to me."

"Qin Yan, I won't let you die so easily. I'll mourn your death and make you see with your own eyes how the Blood Robe Sect you speak of was destroyed!"

As she finished speaking, Mu Ling'er's tone became increasingly calm. She returned the knife to the guard and gave instructions to Xu Sheng.

"Give her a life-saving pill, and kill the other three. Let's go back to the manor now!"