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

"Is she still alive?"

The bandit leader waved his hand and laughed several times, his words full of pride: "Of course I'm still alive. Now I'm my concubine, more obedient than a dog."

She follows her precious daughter around every day, asking her all sorts of questions; she's so well-behaved.

It's a pity he didn't give me a son, but at least he's literate, so he's still somewhat useful.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the bandit leader suddenly sniffed the air.

"Can you smell blood?"

"You must have smelled it wrong. After all, everything smells fishy to an animal's nose."

The laughter abruptly stopped, and the bandit leader, who had just been smug, suddenly drew his long sword and slashed behind him.

The blade moved swiftly, carrying a chilling killing intent.

"Snap!"

A flash of silver light appeared, and the inferior longsword was cleaved in two by the flowing clouds. The sword light, still undiminished in its momentum, headed straight for the bandit's face.

"ah!!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the night sky, and blood splattered, staining the bandit's face red.

In the firelight, a nose stained with blood fell into the fire with a crackling sound as it was propelled by the blast of steam.

Which hand do you prefer?

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Help!"

Ignoring the enemy's roar, Mu An lightly waved his right hand, and spiritual energy surged into the Flowing Cloud in his hand.

The sword light swirled, and a wisp of smoke enveloped the surroundings, blurring everything around.

A sharp pain shot through the bandit leader's right arm, followed by that indifferent voice.

"Hmm, it looks like it's the right hand."

Ignoring the pain and the increasingly darkening vision, the bandit leader finally realized his current predicament.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the dozen or so brothers who had just been talking to him were all lying on the ground, without a sound.

With just one glance, the bandit leader realized that he was doomed this time.

His survival instinct made him kneel on the ground, kowtowing several times and begging for mercy.

"Hero, spare my life! Hero, spare my life!"

He dared not look up, nor did he dare to see who had cut off his right hand and nose. He could only kneel on the ground and use all the knowledge he had acquired to beg for mercy.

Before the crackling fire, Mu An stared coldly at the bandit kneeling on the ground, blood gushing from his severed right arm, staining the wooden floor dark.

The bandit kneeling on the ground covered his face with his left hand, trying to slow the flow of blood from his nose.

In the firelight, the flowing clouds were drawn and returned to their sheaths, without a trace of blood.

"Crackling and popping"

A dark shadow flashed past to the left of the bandits, and the campfire suddenly burned even brighter. Immediately following was the bandits' scream that echoed through the forest, along with Mu An's emotionless voice.

"I misjudged you. I didn't expect a bandit like you to have managed to develop both hands. Not bad, not bad."

Having lost both his hands, and realizing that the person in front of him had no chance of letting him go, the bandit leader suddenly raised his head and stared at Mu An with extremely venomous eyes.

At this moment, he finally saw Mu An's figure clearly, and also saw the black clothes he was wearing.

"Bah! You corrupt official! If you have the guts, kill me, and the brothers in the stronghold will avenge me!"

Dodging the blood and foam spit out by the bandit, Mu An kicked him in the chest, sending him flying into the fire. Amidst the bandit's pitiful screams, Mu An pulled the half-dead bandit out and fed him a life-saving pill.

The pills were a gift from Princess Yongning; there were only three in total, which she said were a present for his appointment as one of the Seven Stars of Azure Jade.

It was a bit of a waste to use it on such scum, but Mu An didn't care. He just wanted to show this beast how he was going to die.

Dying too quickly is not good; cutting off a pair of hands and a nose is far from enough.

We can't gouge out its eyes yet; we have to keep this beast's eyes so it can see clearly.

If the princess hadn't been ill, Mu An would have even invited her along, so that there would be an endless supply of pills to let this beast experience the thrill of the eighteenth level of hell.

what a pity.

If Jun Yunxin were here, she would probably be very excited, right?

After all, this is a beast that can rival Firefox, but building a mound of kyō is really letting him off easy.

Stepping on the bandit leader's face, Mu An gazed into the distance at the mountain stronghold ablaze with flames.

He decided not to make another move, since he only had three pills left and wanted to save some for himself.

The commander of the Dark Feather Guard was very understanding and polite to Mu An. Despite being a Celestial Martial Saint, he addressed Mu An as a fellow Daoist.

Although he himself did not come, all the experts from the Upper Chapter Division were brought by Mu An.

Nine innate grandmasters, more than two hundred martial artists who were at least second-rate, in complex mountainous terrain, and at night.

This was undoubtedly a massacre.

If this were on a plain during the day, three thousand bandits arrayed in formation might actually cause them some minor trouble.

But right now, only towering flames rise in the mountain village, and only the incessant screams match the darkness of the night.

The billowing black smoke blended into the night, causing not a ripple.

The night was dark and windy, a night ripe for murder.

Yes, there were screams everywhere, and frantic people running for their lives everywhere.

For the first time in her life, Mu An found the boiling flames to be so beautiful and the continuous screams to be so melodious.

Mu An grabbed the bandit leader by the hair, lifted his head up, and made him watch everything that was happening below.

As soon as the bandit leader dared to close his eyes, Mu An would immediately throw him into the fire and pull him out the next second.

Only when more and more corpses covered the ground, when the smoke in the mountain stronghold gradually faded, and when the stench of blood filled the forest, attracting countless beasts, did Mu An throw the bandit leader off the watchtower.

As luck would have it, a broken spear landed right where the bandit leader had landed, piercing straight between his legs.

Ignoring the heart-wrenching wails, Mu An, holding the bandit leader's head in one hand, nodded slightly to the Dark Feather Guards who were saluting him and asked in a neither too loud nor too soft tone.

Where is your house?

"You bastard, kill me if you dare!"

Mu An gave the bandit leader a cold look, then grinned and stomped on the bandit's leg, breaking it.

He waved to the distance, and immediately several Dark Feather Guards with silver tokens surrounded him, their black clothes stained even darker with blood.

"My lord, what are your orders?"

Mu An smiled at the group that had gathered around him and calmly gave the order: "I've heard that the Dark Feather Guards are masters of interrogation. Is anyone willing to demonstrate for me?"

"We are willing to serve you, sir." Several Dark Feather Guards immediately cupped their silver tokens in greeting.

With just a few simple words, the bandit leader, who had been so defiant just moments before, suddenly changed his expression and opened his mouth as if to say something.

But before he could even speak, a fist slammed into his cheek, and then his mouth was completely sealed shut.