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

Qishan Road, Mu Mansion.

Mu Ling'er sat at the desk where Mu An used to sit most often, her brows furrowed.

She held the communication stone in her hand, listening carefully to Lin Ping's report. Wang Pingshan stood behind her, his brows furrowed.

"Alright, I understand. Thank you for your help these past few days, Uncle Lin. My father is still in seclusion. I need to discuss this matter with Uncle Wang and the others first. Please make sure to keep in touch with us at all times, Uncle Lin."

Seeing that Mu Ling'er had put down the communication stone, Wang Pingshan took two steps forward and leaned against the table.

"Boss, why would the imperial court suddenly declare a full-scale war with the Demon Alliance of the Myriad Spirits Domain? Wasn't it supposed to be just a small conflict on the border?"

"How should I know! It's so annoying! This lousy government is always causing trouble! We don't even have enough money for our own development, where are we going to get money for them!"

Frustrated, Mu Ling'er grabbed her hair and pulled out dozens of strands. Wang Pingshan immediately stood up straight and tried to shrink back.

"Where do you want to go? Come here!"

"Boss, this isn't right! I just suddenly remembered that my family is waiting for me to come home for dinner."

"Three, two..."

"Hey, hey, hey, stop counting, stop counting, I won't dodge..."

A somewhat bald head came into view. Looking at Wang Pingshan, who had voluntarily stretched his head in front of her, Mu Ling'er showed a hint of hesitation.

Wang Pingshan's head was bald in patches and covered in thick hair in others. His messy hair had no pattern, resembling a lawn trampled bare by a child, making him uniquely ugly.

Looking at Wang Pingshan like this, Mu Ling'er suddenly felt a little guilty. It seemed like she had almost been plucked bald. Da'an was still unconscious, and no one could restore her hair.

After feeling guilty for seven or eight seconds, Mu Ling'er instinctively reached out and plucked a small tuft of Wang Pingshan's hair, then let out a long sigh of relief.

"Comfortable!!!"

After having his hair pulled, Wang Pingshan covered his head in distress, squatted on the ground, and kept muttering to himself.

"Ah... my hair, it's going to turn bald, it's going to turn bald... I'm doomed, no lady from a respectable family will ever look at me again..."

His heart ached more than his head.

Mu Ling'er glanced at Wang Pingshan guiltily, her voice strong despite her lack of conviction.

"I've lost a lot of hair too, it's not like I only pulled yours."

Hearing Mu Ling'er's excuse, Wang Pingshan stared intently at her long hair that reached her waist. He didn't say anything, just stared at Mu Ling'er with a wooden face until Mu Ling'er's cheeks turned red.

It seems like I pinched too many fingers, and I feel a little embarrassed.

"Alright, alright, it was my fault. Let's not dwell on this little thing. Go and find your father. I need to discuss the matter of the demon race with him."

Seeing that Mu Ling'er had changed the subject, Wang Pingshan wanted to argue with her, but just as he was about to speak, he noticed that Mu Ling'er's legs were shaking involuntarily.

The insults quietly slipped back into their sockets, while the words of comfort escaped uncontrollably.

"Don't worry too much. No matter how big the problem is, Uncle Mu will take care of it. I'm going to find my dad now. You haven't eaten for almost a day. Eat something first."

Wang Pingshan's change in tone did not attract Mu Ling'er's attention. She was staring intently at the map of Daqi posted on the wall, her brows furrowed.

It wasn't until the maid brought over the tea and snacks that Mu Ling'er came to her senses. "I didn't want any tea or snacks."

"Young Master Wang sent us to deliver it."

"He's hungry? Alright, leave the food here, and tell someone to prepare a dinner and bring it over."

……

Four Symbols Mountain, Celestial Master's Mansion, Taiwei Palace.

Inside the palace made of white jade, clouds rolled and purple smoke swirled.

The contemporary Celestial Master, Li Tailing, sat in the center, on a prayer mat in the middle of the main hall.

The young Taoist priest, draped in a purple robe, lay on the ground fast asleep, with two wine gourds under him.

clang--

The whisk collided with his head with a loud bang, followed by a piercing scream.

"My head! My head! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! My master is murdering his disciple!"

Li Tailing, who was already used to all of this, pretended not to see anything. He had long been accustomed to Zhang Ming'an's madness.

The more you pay attention to it at times like this, the more trouble you'll cause.

As he expected, after making a fuss for a while, Zhang Ming'an, feeling bored, sat up sullenly. Although he sat slouching, he did not continue to cause trouble.

"The court of Daqi needs to maintain a balance. Jun Cheng'an cannot die for the time being. Ming'an, go and visit Dongji Pass."

Before he could finish speaking, a gurgling sound could be heard from inside the hall.

Li Tailing looked up and saw his prized disciple drinking heartily from a wine jug.

Seeing his master looking at him, Zhang Ming'an remained calm and extended his right hand, which was as white as jade.

"benefit?"

"no."

Hearing that there was no benefit to it, Zhang Ming'an jumped up and shouted at Li Tailing.

"No benefits? Old man, do you think I'm stupid? You want me to fight a land-based immortal from the literary sect if there are no benefits? Are you the stupid one or am I?"

Li Tailing was not angered by his disciple's disrespect. He raised his hand and took out a thick stack of complaint letters.

The moment Zhang Ming'an saw the letter of denunciation, his face visibly became obsequious. He leaned forward and massaged Li Tailing's shoulders, then snatched the letter away when no one was looking.

"This handwriting belongs to Junior Sister Yun from Qingque Peak, this one to Junior Sister Chen from Zhuque Peak, and this one to Junior Sister Cen from Qinglong Peak..."

Huh? Who's this again? This girl is amazing! She actually knows I'm maintaining close relationships with over thirty senior and junior sisters at the same time... Interesting, interesting, she's about 30% as good as me..."

After muttering dozens of names, Zhang Ming'an didn't hesitate to start a fire and burn the letter of complaint to ashes.

After burning, he chuckled, and once again transformed into a salted fish, lying on the ground.

"Heh heh! The evidence's gone! I, Zhang Ming'an, am still the most devoted lover in the Celestial Master's Mansion!"

"There is a backup."

"Master! Let's talk this out. It's just a fight with the Wen Dao lineage. Don't worry, even if Meng Yan dares to show himself, I'll beat him to a pulp!"

Li Tailing did not comment on his disciple's private life. He tapped Zhang Ming'an's shoulder with his whisk, his tone becoming slightly more serious.

"Bound by the oath, the people of Wenchang Hall cannot directly attack the emperor, but the Wendao lineage is not limited to Wenchang Hall, and the person who makes the move may not necessarily be a member of the Wendao lineage. Be careful."

Despite saying something impressive, Zhang Ming'an didn't seem to care at all. He waved his hand dismissively.

"Understood. As long as they're not some stunningly beautiful witch, it doesn't matter how many come."

"In that case, you should go to Qishan Road again and deliver these books and these three longevity-promoting spiritual plants there."

"Hmm?" Zhang Ming'an's expression turned serious as he looked at the jade box in Li Tailing's hand.

"Qishan Road again? Is this an order from the Grandmaster?"

Li Tailing did not answer, but only gave Zhang Ming'an a deep look.

"The Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror has been sealed. While you're at it, take this treasured artifact back with you."

Upon hearing the word "seal," Zhang Ming'an's pupils constricted, and he exchanged a silent glance with Li Tailing.

"I can do the job, but you have to pay first."

"Just go to the warehouse and get it yourself."