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

In the autumn of the fifty-third year of the Tianshun reign.

"Here, here, yes, right here, hang a row of lanterns around this area."

"There are paper-cut window decorations on that window over there, the festive kind."

"Officials from all over have sent many congratulatory gifts. Where should we put them?"

"Let me think... Let's put them in the warehouse for now. Have my maid, Xiao Ju, reply to each of the gift-givers. Grandma He's 100th birthday celebration will not be open to any outsiders."

In the autumn of the fifty-third year of the Tianshun reign, Xiaohe turned one hundred years old, reaching the age of centenarian.

In an era when the average lifespan of ordinary people is only thirty or forty years, this can be described as a long life.

The tenth and one hundredth anniversaries hold special significance for most people, and the Mu family naturally celebrated them in a grand way.

The mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the atmosphere was joyful, with bright red lanterns hanging all over the place.

Xiaohe was getting old and disliked social engagements, so the birthday banquet was not large in scale. She politely declined all the officials who wanted to attend, and only members of the Mu family were allowed to participate.

Interestingly, Xiao He even muttered a few words to Mu Ling'er, saying that she wanted Wang Pingshan to attend her birthday banquet as well.

Mu Ling'er let it go in one ear and out the other, pretending she hadn't heard it.

She didn't want to be pressured to get married during her birthday celebration.

Besides, Mu An hasn't married or had children either. What's wrong with her learning and setting a good example?

Mu Ling'er argued confidently, saying that Mu An was the best teacher.

In the end, Mu An, who had no idea what had happened, was scolded by Xiao He as soon as she stepped into the room.

Mu An wasn't annoyed by what she said. She glanced at Mu Ling'er, who was secretly laughing to herself, and happily helped Xiao He to the birthday banquet.

It all boils down to the same thing: if you want to get married, you can get married; if you don't, it's no big deal.

The fact that Qishan Dao has no third-generation successor is a huge deal in the eyes of many people, but in Mu An's eyes, it is just a trivial matter.

As his cultivation level increased and he grew older, he lost much interest in worldly matters.

If it weren't for wanting to spend time with his three family members, Mu An would have left Qishan Road long ago to travel the world.

In his eyes, worldly power and status, or the expansion of territory, had lost their meaning.

Even the initial hopes and expectations have gradually faded away.

Perhaps many people in Qishan Road have high expectations for Mu An, but Mu An is not prepared to respond. He has already done enough. What happens in the future is a matter for the next generation and the generation after that.

Mu An owes no one anything; she just wants to spend the rest of her life with her family.

At that time, I will be all alone, traveling the world, observing the vastness of the nine regions, and witnessing the immensity of heaven and earth.

The more bonds you have, the more weaknesses you have; being alone, on the other hand, eliminates your weaknesses.

Mu An didn't want to comment on right or wrong, nor did she want to think about it.

As recorded in countless ancient texts, the greater the strength, the weaker the emotions.

Because they are in constant communion with heaven and earth, terrestrial immortals find it difficult to develop much emotion towards things after they become immortals; only the obsessions they had before becoming immortals linger in their hearts.

Mu An's obsession had already lost all hope.

Even Mu An himself wasn't quite sure what he was pursuing.

Life is a long journey, there's no rush. It's never too late to pursue what you've found.

Only Mu Ling'er knew about these things in the entire Qishan Dao.

As a child raised by Mu An, Mu Ling'er was instilled with too many ideas that did not belong to this era, and her thoughts were closest to those of Mu An in the past.

She is also the person in the whole world who understands Mu An the most.

Wang Pingshan and Wang Le may have guessed something, but they were both smart people and knew what they could say and what they couldn't.

As a subject, it's rare to be muddleheaded.

Of course, these words cannot be said to the birthday person, nor can they be heard by others.

Mu An could only exchange a glance with Mu Ling'er, a silent critique of her attempt to shift the blame.

The trivial matters did not bother the group, and the gifts the three had prepared brought Xiaohe a great surprise.

Xiao Lü, the younger sister, spent half a month painting a beautiful portrait of her older sister.

Mu An took the ice silk from Tianshan Mountain, the pearl from the East China Sea, and the brocade from Linhang... and made a whole set of clothes for Xiao He.

The gift Mu Ling'er gave was rather special, and even Mu An didn't know what it was. She kept it a secret and refused to tell them. All they knew was that the two of them had tears in their eyes when they came out of the room.

Xiaohe was very pleased with the gift. The centenarian rallied his spirits and spent several months carving five exquisite wood carvings after his birthday.

Xiaohe, Xiaolü, Mu'an, Muling'er, and a family photo of the four of them snuggling together.

Each of the four people had a wooden carving, while the family portrait was placed in the small pavilion where the four of them often stayed.

On the last day of the 53rd year of the Tianshun reign, a hot pot was set up in the courtyard, and the four of them sat around it, counting down the time and watching the New Year's fireworks rise.

Golden fireworks painted the sky, illuminating the night, echoing the stars, and transforming into a dazzling display scattered across the world.

Countless lanterns lit up the streets, forming curtains of light that dispelled the darkness and brought warmth.

Countless people ran and laughed in the streets, and families watched their children excitedly light fireworks.

Compared to fifty or sixty years ago, Qing'an Prefecture is now far more prosperous.

The nights in Qing'an Prefecture are no longer quiet; everywhere is filled with the warmth of human life.

This year was ordinary, just like any other.

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Summer of the fifty-fourth year of the Tianshun reign.

News spread throughout Qi'an City that the Great Qi royal family's terrestrial immortal, the royal ancestor who had watched over the Great Qi for over eight hundred years, Prince Duan Jun Wuxian, had passed away at the age of eight hundred and eighty-eight.

The whole nation mourns, and the world is draped in white.

In gratitude for Prince Duan's meritorious service and protection of the Great Qi Dynasty for countless years, the ministers petitioned to establish a shrine for Prince Duan, bestow upon him the title of Houde Xuanhuang Zhenjun (True Lord of Profound Virtue), and build numerous temples for the whole world to worship.

In the winter of the fifty-fourth year of the Tianshun reign.

Thirty-two small kingdoms in the western part of the Great Qi Dynasty rebelled, gathered an army of more than 200,000, and captured the capital of Xisha Prefecture.

Spring of the fifty-fifth year of the Tianshun reign.

A rebellion broke out in four central states, with the rebel army numbering over 300,000.

One month later, Emperor Cheng'an of the Great Qi Dynasty, who had reigned for fifty-five years, abdicated, and Crown Prince Ningxia succeeded him.

In the same year, the rebellion intensified, sweeping across the entire country, with the rebel army exceeding one million in size.

Local governments, unable to suppress the rebellion, turned to the imperial court for help.

Thirty-six imperial edicts were sent out from Qi'an City.

Millions of elite troops rushed to the rebellious areas, causing rivers of blood to flow.

In just one year, more than 800,000 rebels were beheaded, and the Great Qi Dynasty returned to stability.

The following year, the new emperor changed the era name, and the Great Qi Dynasty officially entered the Ningtai era.

At the beginning of the new year, news spread throughout Qi'an City.

After abdicating and becoming the Supreme Emperor, Jun Cheng'an, taking advantage of the great Qi dynasty's fortune, stepped into the realm of terrestrial immortals and became the new foundation of the nation.

On this joyous occasion, Qi'an City was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, which remained lit for three months.

The new emperor issued an edict, and the whole country celebrated, granting a general amnesty.