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

On the street, the swordsman's hand holding the knife trembled and shook incessantly, occasionally bumping into his own clothes.

His hands had been trembling ever since he came down from the city gate. Even when he held the knife he trusted most, he couldn't stop the shaking.

The swordsman walked down the street, through the crowd, and past the teahouse, but did not find Mu An inside.

He didn't know where Mu An was, whether he would die, or whether Mu An would give him a chance to challenge him.

Judging from the grand scene before, the swordsman felt that he might not even be able to leave behind a complete corpse.

Such a terrifying move, let alone leaving a whole corpse, even leaving behind some ashes would be a luxury.

He wielded his sword against the immortals and gods, placing them in a deadly situation with no chance of survival.

To be honest, the swordsman himself felt it was stupid, but he still planned to do it, as long as he could see Mu An.

It wasn't to verify the way of the sword, nor to make a name for oneself in history; it was simply because the swordsman was prepared to die.

"Kill the demon, repay the debt of gratitude." There are actually two more words after this sentence: "Go to your death."

The swordsman knew that he was surrounded by wronged souls and owed far too many debts.

Unfortunately, the swordsman walked all the way, and countless people ran past him, but he never saw the figure he wanted to challenge.

The swordsman stopped when he reached the east gate of the city.

He stared at his trembling hands, then at the knife at his waist. He gripped the hilt tightly and forcefully stopped the trembling.

"Old buddy, I don't think I have the courage to pull you out."

"Thinking about it carefully, that immortal lord probably didn't even care about us. After all, in his eyes we were probably just insignificant dust."

The sword remained silent, merely swaying at the waist in sync with the swordsman's movements.

"What do you think, if we head east and find a lively little town on the border to stay in?"

Bathed in moonlight, the swordsman staggered out of the city gate and slowly walked towards the deserted wilderness.

When the passing bandits saw the figure carrying the knife, they hesitated in the distance before scattering away.

A swordsman carrying a knife doesn't look like someone to mess with.

A tricky idea can be deadly.

In comparison, it was easier to snatch lone nobles, scholars, and people from humble families.

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"Xiao Liu, have we been robbed?"

"Oh no, it seems they want more than just money; they want our lives too? Wow—someone actually wants to do something so thrilling!!!"

"Disregarding human ethics! How can such indecent behavior be tolerated in broad daylight!"

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"A few soldiers led the way, and the rest were originally from the city... Just as I expected..."

"Everyone is struggling, yet they still rob other suffering people. Even if they rob, they dare not rob powerful clans, government troops, or merchant caravans, but they specifically target these ordinary refugees, refusing to even give them a way to survive..."

On the rugged path, Mu An looked at the bandits surrounding him and sighed.

"Those who suffer specifically target and bully others who can't survive. Do you think I, the great philanthropist Mu, am easy to bully? What kind of nonsense is this...?"

"Go ahead, cut them all down, and we'll have some peace and quiet."

……

Five days later, at Dongji Pass.

From Wangliu City to Dongji Pass, a distance of less than two thousand li, Mu An traveled for a full five days.

In total, he encountered twelve groups of horse bandits and thirty-six groups of mountain bandits.

Forty-three groups wanted his life, five groups only wanted his money and clothes, and twenty-eight groups, both men and women, wanted his body.

In a sense, Mu An felt that her experience over the past five days could be considered another kind of glimpse into the myriad aspects of life.

At first, he was somewhat patient. He would make a few remarks, take a look at the backgrounds of these people, and then decide whether to spare their lives.

Later, he gave up on all nonsense and, without waiting for the bandits to finish the formalities, sent the man directly to meet the King of Hell.

There were a total of forty-eight groups of people, totaling more than two thousand, but Mu An only left a little over a hundred alive.

Those who survived didn't have much karma on them. In Mu An's view, they were probably people who were robbed and forced to join the bandits, and this was their first time robbing someone.

Whether it is true or not, Mu An couldn't tell. Human hearts are the most unpredictable thing, and karma can only be used as a reference.

Mu An considered himself kind-hearted and decided to give these people a chance to reform.

As for the thieves' stronghold, Mu An didn't go there; he only dealt with the people who came to rob him.

He's very busy and doesn't have time to visit each person individually to offer his help. It would be quite troublesome if he encountered some elderly, weak, sick, or disabled people.

Killing him would make him seem too cruel, but not killing him would inevitably lead to some escaping. This world has never lacked evil people, including the old, young, women and children.

Distinguishing between good and evil is never an easy task.

Mu An continued his entrapment operation, cutting down criminals along the way.

It took Mu An five whole days and a lot of effort to finally arrive at his original destination.

Dongji Pass, the easternmost fortress of the Great Qi, was the starting point of this war and also the location where the main force of the Great Qi was stationed.

Beneath the city gate, which stood thirty meters high, Jun Cheng'an and Shen Yunwei, each accompanied by several trusted confidants, waited patiently.

A group of people stood at the foot of the city wall, gazing at the distant horizon.

Until Mu An walked up to them from the end of their line of sight, holding a roasted wolf leg in one hand and a wine gourd in the other.

With a flourish, he cheerfully tossed a wine jug to the two of them.

"Try it, the wine from Wangliu City is not poisoned."

Shen Yunwei instinctively caught the wine pot, and after a moment of stunned silence, she opened it and took a sip.

"Lord Zhenbei, Shen Yunwei, greets Commander Mu."

Jun Cheng'an, holding the wine pot, had a strange expression on his face and didn't know what to say for a moment. He hesitated for a few seconds, then followed Shen Yunwei's example and took a sip of wine. Only after drinking did he look at Mu An, whose appearance was rather peculiar.

"Commander Mu, what's going on?"

"Oh, you mean this? I got hungry on the way, so I just stopped by." Mu An waved the roasted wolf leg in his hand at the two of them and took a bite with relish.

"Seriously, this wolf is quite sturdy, and it's got a lot of meat on it."

Shen Yunwei's expression was also somewhat strange, but she didn't pay too much attention to it.

Land immortals are all strange people, so it's not surprising that they have some unique quirks.