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

"Master Mu, are you satisfied with this dance? I even summoned the most beautiful girls in the brothel just for you..."

Bang! A large gold ingot was slammed onto the table, making the madam's eyes widen in surprise, followed by Mu An's slightly languid voice.

"Change to a different batch!"

"As expected of Master Mu, your taste is absolutely impeccable. It seems that tonight I must use my most secret skills to satisfy you..."

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"Change to another batch!"

"Master Mu, please don't worry. Rest assured, our Fengyue Pavilion has plenty of stunning beauties, and we are sure to have one that will satisfy you."

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"Send everyone down, just leave a few. Bring up the best dishes from Huazhou, and plenty of drinks."

The madam's expression changed, and she hurriedly stepped forward.

"Master Mu, is there anything else you're not satisfied with? Just tell me. If this batch isn't good enough, I'll get you another one. If none of the ones in the brothel can satisfy you, I'll go to the city to find some for you. I promise you won't be disappointed."

Mu An leaned against the bed, surrounded by nine beauties of different styles.

Cold and elegant, noble and moving, pure and lovely, captivating and enchanting, graceful as a fairy...

The nine beauties each possess unique charm, and each speaks softly and sweetly, captivating the heart at first glance and drawing one unconsciously into their world.

Despite it being the ultimate enjoyment in the world, Mu An felt no ripples in his heart. Instead of these alluring beauties, his mind was filled with the unique wines from various parts of southern Xinjiang.

Southern Xinjiang is rich in flowers and fruits, with tens of thousands of varieties.

These flowers and fruits, which only grow in southern Xinjiang, also give the local wines a unique flavor.

We can bring more back this time, and drink it with Mu Ling'er on weekdays.

You can also send some to Ao Yun. After all, it's my mount in name only, so I should check on it occasionally to avoid Ao Yun always coming to the manor to complain.

Thinking about what to do after returning home, Mu An waved to the madam and the beauties.

"Alright, stop fussing. Play the piano if you want to, dance if you want to, get moving! I, Master Mu, have plenty of money!"

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Long, long ago, Mu An had wanted to visit Snow Moon City.

In his youth, Mu An enjoyed visiting brothels whenever he had free time, spending most of the month appreciating art.

Time has passed, and now Mu An rarely writes in her diary anymore. The few times she does jot down a few lines, it's only to fulfill the promise she made to Xiao Lü back then.

Mu An had not forgotten that he had promised Xiao Lü that he would continue writing his diary.

Although a promise is not a vow, it still needs to be fulfilled with care. As for how long it will take to write, Mu An himself doesn't know.

Perhaps hundreds of years, perhaps thousands of years, or perhaps even longer...

The future is something we can never predict now.

Sometimes, Mu An would flip through her old diaries to see what she had written in the very beginning.

There were no grand pronouncements, only romantic and poetic musings.

In Mu An's previous records, almost every page was filled with descriptions of listening to music in brothels and which family had which beautiful women.

It's funny to think about it now. During that time, Xiao He and Xiao Lü complained a lot about this, thinking that Mu An would definitely be a womanizer in the future, with a bunch of wives and concubines at home, and that there would inevitably be unrest in the harem.

Unexpectedly, because his cultivation level increased too quickly, Mu An would unconsciously see all sorts of filth in ordinary women, which made him feel disgusted.

From initially seeing mountains as mountains and water as water, we have evolved to looking beyond appearances and observing all things from a more microscopic perspective.

During that period, Mu An saw mountains as not mountains and water as not water.

The change in perspective forced Mu An to consciously control her gaze when looking at ordinary people, so that she wouldn't see only filth.

Microorganisms are something that can make you feel uneasy to look at.

Over time, even setting aside his status as an immortal, Mu An gradually lost interest in worldly love and affection. Instead of having a large family of wives and concubines, he remained single.

Even later, when Mu An's realm improved further and his perspective on things returned to its original state, he never regained that interest.

I long to buy osmanthus blossoms and share wine, but it will never be the same carefree days of my youth.

Feelings that belong only to a specific time cannot be found again, no matter how high you rise later.

Until Xiaohe and Xiaolü reached the end of their lives, the Mu family never had a mistress they had been looking forward to.

For Yu Mu'an, the places of pleasure she once loved had long lost their appeal, and naturally, she lost interest in coming to Snow Moon City.

On a whim, I decided to visit the Southern Frontier and went to Snowmoon City to reminisce about the past.

Just as he thought, no matter how beautiful a woman was, she was just an ordinary person in his eyes now, and she couldn't even make him feel a little emotionally moved.

Even if someone is exceptionally beautiful, it doesn't mean much.

While not deserving of the description "a beautiful woman with a rosy complexion," she was no different from any other ordinary woman on the street, and did not elicit any ripples from her.

Aside from the Great Dao, the only person in this world who can truly stir his emotions is Mu Ling'er.

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In the tenth year of Qiming, Mu An walked across the land of southern Xinjiang like an ordinary person.

He didn't care where Ye Lin went afterward, nor did he care whether the alliance of feudal lords was held as scheduled, or what kind of rules were discussed.

Mu An traveled step by step, traversing high mountains and deep valleys, passing through dense rainforests, boating on the Nine-Colored Lake, and savoring the local customs in each city.

It wasn't until early December that he went to the Zhennan Marquis's residence in Shuzhou.

When they parted ways in Qi'an City years ago, Bai Qingming, who was then the heir of the Zhennan Marquis's mansion, gave Mu An a token from the Zhennan Marquis's mansion.

It is said that if Mu An were to visit the Zhennan Marquis's residence one day, he would lead the entire Marquis's household to welcome him from ten miles away.

Mu An knew that Bai Qingming was spouting nonsense back then, just looking for an excuse to leave the capital as soon as possible and escape from the vortex.

They say nice things, but they probably curse a lot in their hearts.

If Mu An's guess is correct, Bai Qingming back then must have thought about giving him a proper "hospitality" in the Southern Frontier.

They tortured us to the point of exhaustion, like peeling off a layer of skin.

Mu An didn't think there was anything wrong with Bai Qingming's idea. If he were attacked nine times by someone who had orchestrated it himself, he would definitely make that person pay the price.

Of course, these ideas were only valid back then.

A hundred years later, Bai Qingming, who has been in the position of Marquis of Zhennan for decades, led the entire Marquis's mansion to welcome Mu An's arrival thirty miles outside Shuzhou City.

There are many conflicts in the world, but not few either. As long as it benefits them, black can be turned into white, and the dead can be turned into alive.

I can't remember anything from a hundred years ago.

What do you mean by "directed and acted"? That's completely untrue!

Bai Qingming firmly believes that Mu An is his dearest older brother, who saved him nine times in Qi'an City back then.

Southern Xinjiang and Qishan Road will always be the closest allies.

At the Zhennan Marquis's residence, Mu An received the highest level of hospitality.

Hua Qing Sanxian and Xianling Gu Xian both made a special trip back just to meet Mu An.

Bai Mengran, a hermit from Huaqing, is a woman of exceptional temperament and extraordinary bearing. She looks to be only in her early twenties, in the prime of her life.

When Mu An first saw her, she was holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing amidst a shower of falling petals, with butterflies fluttering around her, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura.

Without considering any other factors, judging solely by her appearance and temperament, Mu An would call Hua Qing Sanxian the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

The Fairy Spirit Gu Fairy is a priest who looks like a child, with a colorful tall hat on his bald head.

Numerous terrifying-looking parasitic worms crawled all over his body, sometimes crawling into his clothes, sometimes emerging from his ears, and if he wasn't careful, they would crawl into his nostrils.

Although there are countless paths to enlightenment, each with its own mysteries, the cultivation method of the Immortal Spirit Gu Immortal still made Mu An unconsciously distance himself from him.

This kind of cultivation method is really quite unconventional.

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