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

"You corrupt official! Die!"

A burly, blood-robed cultist with a face full of scars, wielding a large knife in one hand and with bloodshot eyes, slashed at Mu An.

Stimulated by the Blood Spirit Pill, the already incredibly strong man's strength increased even further, accompanied by his roar, creating an astonishing aura.

If an ordinary person were to be struck by this knife, they would probably be cut in two.

Mu An neither dodged nor avoided the attack; instead, her eyes glared, and anger welled up within her.

"You son of a bitch! Not only do you refuse to surrender, but you dare to fight me!"

The azure light that had been swirling around the sword surged in the wind, and the three-meter-long azure sword energy slashed toward the burly man with unstoppable force.

Clang!

The sword energy clashed with the broadsword, producing a metallic clanging sound.

The finely forged sword was split in two like tofu dregs, and the remaining azure sword energy cleaved down from the burly man's head, splitting him in two.

A stream of blood sprayed onto Mu An's face, making his features even more grotesque.

Before they could even mourn the brutish man who had just died, four Blood-Clad Cult members who had noticed them turned around, brandishing their swords and knives, and charged toward Mu An.

Four against one, the advantage is in my hands!

Wisps of black mist rose from the Blood Robe Cult members, permeating the blood-scented air.

"Good! Good! Good! You actually dare to resist!"

With three consecutive shouts, Mu An's eyes blazed with murderous intent, his spiritual energy was running at full capacity, and a blue halo surrounded his entire body.

Before the blood-robed cultists could react, a flash of blue light appeared, and several fine heads rose into the air, adding four more patches of color to the ground that had already turned brown.

After killing five people, Mu An was not satisfied. His gaze shifted and he set his sights on a few Blood-Clad Cult members who seemed easy to deal with.

Rather than outwitting those who spend all their time researching hidden weapons, he prefers to fight these drugged "madmen."

Every punch lands with a visceral impact; you just pick up a knife and start slashing—you don't need to think at all!

Inside the heavily guarded carriage, Jun Yunxin stood with one foot on the carpet and the other on the spot where she had recently sat, watching Mu An charge into the crowd and wreak havoc, her face flushed.

"Good! Good! Good! That's it! Kill these damned rats! Chop them all to death! Turn them all into mincemeat! Whose general is this? I will reward him handsomely!"

Standing to the side, Lin Li stared blankly. Seeing Jun Yunxin's originally pale face becoming increasingly rosy, and with streaks of blood flowing down her delicate nose, she hurriedly reached out to pull her princess away.

"Your Highness! Your blood is rushing to your head, you're having a nosebleed! Get down immediately!"

In her excitement, Jun Yunxin slapped away Lin Li's hand that was trying to hug her, waved her little fists, and loudly plotted.

"This is how you have to kill... Those pretentious fools in the palace, all they do is appease me all day! Asking them to kill someone is like asking for their own lives, they're so hesitant and indecisive, not satisfying at all! My generals must be like this!"

Lin Li felt helpless, but still spoke up:

"Your Highness, this person should be the junior that Physician Lin mentioned to you."

"Hmm? What a coincidence! Releasing true energy outwards, I remember, this is an ability only a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm possesses."

Only a very few exceptionally gifted individuals can achieve this before reaching the Innate Realm.

Do you do that too? How does this person compare to you?

Lin Li, who wanted to lift Jun Yunxin down from behind, felt increasingly helpless and could only patiently mutter a few words.

"Your Highness, please get down first, the blood is flowing more and more."

Jun Yunxin, who had stood up on her seat, waved her small hand, giving off an air of commanding authority.

"It's nothing! I'm perfectly fine..."

Before he could finish speaking, the nosebleed, which had been flowing like a thin thread, seemed to have been switched on, and the flow suddenly surged, turning from a thin thread into a torrent.

The fluid flowed from Jun Yunxin's nostrils and instantly stained her long dress red.

As Jun Yunxin regained her senses, everything went black before her eyes, her body swayed, and she fell backward.

"Lin Li, how come you've become two...?"

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

"Master Painter! Talisman! Talisman! Her Highness has fainted again!"

In the center of the battlefield, Mu An was having a great time killing, and casually cut down another Blood-Clad Cult member who rushed up.

He had originally planned to leave two men for himself, but after killing several Blood-Clad Cult members, Mu An had a sudden inspiration and came to a conclusion.

The thugs are so ferocious that for every one he kills, one less of his men will die. He's practically the best leader of the new era!

When Mu An came to her senses, she found that all twenty-odd Blood Robe Cult members were lying on the ground, and more than a dozen had been killed by Princess Yongning's guards.

More than a dozen people were chopped up by Mu An. The corpses on the ground were all strangely shaped, and several of them looked like they couldn't be pieced back together.

At this moment, Mu An, who was staring blankly at the corpse, had no idea what was happening in the carriage, nor did he know that his spiritual power had been mistaken for true qi being released.

In fact, Mu An had realized how special his spiritual power was a long time ago, and had tried it again and again in his spare time.

Today, his "Complete Guide to the Use of Spiritual Power" has been updated to version 2.0.

It is truly mysterious and profound.

Before his spiritual energy was exhausted, Mu An could do most of what a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm could do, only slightly less.

Even if a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm can't do it, Mu An can try to squeeze some more out of him, aiming to be an all-rounder.

If it weren't for the lack of spiritual energy, which prevents him from doing anything for too long, Mu An felt that he could also become a charlatan.

At the west gate of the city, two figures faced each other.

Centered on the city gate, two distinct forces occupy half of the sky and earth, colliding fiercely at their intersection.

One side was covered by a milky white light, exuding a fierce aura, and a white tiger phantom about three zhang tall stood there.

On the other side, a blue light filled the air, accompanied by the sound of a flute, and the phantom of a dense forest appeared and disappeared in the air.

"roar!"

The white tiger in the void roared, and a tiger's howl that resounded through the heavens and the earth followed. Dense baleful energy swept across the sky and all directions.

Despite being firmly locked down, Lingxiao Sanren showed no panic. With a slight movement of his lips, he raised the sound of his flute and strolled leisurely amidst the metallic clang of the air.

Only after walking out of the city gate did Lingxiao Sanren look at the silver-armored general confronting him.

Bai Lingshan, the commander of the Tiger Warriors, came from a military background. His family, Bai, had been generals for generations, and he led three thousand Tiger Warriors to garrison Lingzhou.

The entire army had recently been given to the daughter of the tyrannical emperor on the dragon throne, who was the target of this expedition.

Having made up his mind, Lingxiao Sanren's gaze passed over Bailing Mountain, through layers of obstacles, and finally settled on the battlefield that had long since ended.

are dead.

Good, at least it saves him the trouble of silencing them.

"roar!"

The jade flute flowed, its melody transforming into sharp swords, defusing wave after wave of attacks from the White Tiger. The Spirit Flute Hermit leaped up, landing atop the city gate, and bowed respectfully towards the carriage from afar.

Then he smiled slightly at Bai Lingshan below the city gate.

"General Bai possesses profound knowledge and extraordinary combat prowess, truly unmatched by ordinary people. Lingxiao enjoys making friends; would I have the honor of sharing a drink with General Bai?"

"Bang!"

The longsword whistled through the city wall, cleaving the three-meter-wide wall in two, providing an answer through its actions.

Covered in dust, Lingxiao Sanren wasn't annoyed. He simply dusted himself off and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Bai Lingshan.

Under Bai Lingshan's watchful gaze, Lingxiao Sanren stepped into the void and disappeared from his sight.

"How dare you!"