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

As the supreme saint of heaven and earth and the controller of the power of the nine realms, the grains planted by Mu An naturally received the protection of heaven and earth.

Even though Mu An didn't actually know anything about farming, his farmland was several times more lush than other places.

But it was precisely this outrageous production that brought Mu An considerable trouble.

When Mu An was a doctor in Guniu Town, people were in awe of him. They would immediately shut up and stop asking questions after just one word from him.

No one dared to offend him, nor did anyone dare to continue talking nonsense when he didn't want to communicate.

In Xiaofen Village, however, everything is quite different.

As soon as he arrived in the village, the hospitable villagers came to his door from time to time, bringing him all sorts of things.

Some brought grain, some brought eggs, some brought cloth...

Some even went so far as to bring an old hen and their daughters to Mu An's door, asking if Mu An was married, or at the very least, to take her as a concubine.

All of these things made Mu An feel that this was no ordinary problem.

He had long forgotten how to deal with this situation.

When he was at the Mu residence, others would send gifts to the Mu family, but he never returned any gifts to anyone.

Clearly, the Mu family's approach wouldn't work in Xiaofen Village.

Following his memory, he returned all the gifts given to Mu An at a slightly higher price.

Those who wanted to introduce their daughters to him were blacklisted by him, and he would avoid them as much as possible.

After the initial novelty wore off, the villagers also realized Mu An's aloof personality and stopped bothering him every day. Apart from occasionally coming to help during the busy farming season, they had no other interaction with him.

This was exactly what Mu An wanted to do; he didn't want to interact with the people here unless absolutely necessary.

……

Just when Mu An thought the year would pass by like this, another accident occurred.

In the golden autumn season, the grains in the fields are harvested in abundance.

It goes without saying how extraordinary the rice planted by the most holy man in heaven and earth is.

After seeing the outrageous yield in the farmland, a group of villagers surrounded Mu An and chattered incessantly.

They stopped Mu An from leaving, insisting that he teach them some farming secrets.

Mu An didn't want to waste words with these villagers, and his face immediately turned cold.

In Mu An's preconceived notion, as long as he had a cold face, mortals would kneel down in droves, and even the Demon Lord who dominated a region would be scared half to death.

When you don't want to take action, giving the cold shoulder is the most effective tactic.

Unfortunately, this time, the method that had always worked failed in this small mountain village.

Even though Mu An had a cold expression, the villagers didn't give up at all. They continued to surround him and ask him questions, showing no fear of Mu An whatsoever.

For a fleeting moment, Mu An thought of hundreds of ways to quiet the villagers down.

But after a brief moment of thought, he did not adopt any of the easier methods, but instead considered how an ordinary farmer should solve this problem.

Mu An didn't have a clear answer, but he still taught these farmers a lot of agricultural knowledge, just like the old farmers had done in his memory.

Seeing the group of illiterate farmers nodding incessantly, Mu An couldn't tell whether they understood or not.

Mu An only knew that after he finished speaking, all the farmers looked confused, yet they were all stubborn and insisted that they had learned it.

Mu An didn't care much about this. He never intended to teach these people anyway, as long as no one bothered him anymore.

……

After that day, the villagers of Xiaofen Village changed how they addressed Mu An.

It's unclear who started it, but without realizing it, the villagers began to call Mu An "Mr. Mu".

Occasionally, some more shameless villagers would come to ask for advice, hoping to learn more about agricultural knowledge.

Mu An naturally had no intention of paying much attention to these people.

However, in order to maintain his image, he still took out an agricultural textbook compiled by Qishan Dao and gave it to the only scholar in the village.

The scholar in Xiaofen Village was a middle-aged man surnamed Huang, who had a somewhat melancholy and unfulfilled air about him.

After Mu An handed him "Detailed Explanation of Agriculture and Sericulture", Huang Xiucai was so excited that he wanted to become sworn brothers with Mu An on the spot.

Mu An ignored him and simply told the villagers to go to Scholar Huang if they had any agricultural problems.

Over time, seeking help from Scholar Huang to solve problems gradually became a habit for the villagers.

Mu An was much quieter now, as apart from Huang Xiucai occasionally bringing wine to his door, no one else bothered him.

As for Scholar Huang, Mu An didn't hold it against him because of the wine.

It's not easy to find distilled liquor in such a small mountain village.

Having grown accustomed to fruit wines and flower wines, Mu An doesn't mind occasionally changing her palate.

Huang Xiucai talks a lot, which fits Mu An's stereotype of people who are frustrated and unsuccessful.

Standing at the pinnacle of heaven and earth, Mu An no longer paid attention to the current martial arts world. He didn't care what was happening or what changes were taking place there.

According to Huang Xiucai himself, he was once a grandmaster, but was hunted down by his enemies, which caused his cultivation to decline, and he hid in this small mountain village hidden in the mountains.

Huang Xiucai also said that although he looked dejected now, he was still a martial artist at the peak of the Qi Refining stage, and would be a powerful figure in the outside world. He also said that he could protect Mu An in the future.

Mu An ignored him and continued to take wine from Huang Xiucai's house.

Even though Mu An never spoke and just drank by himself, Huang Xiucai still enjoyed it and would occasionally bring Mu An more wine.

It must be said that Huang Xiucai's brewing skills are truly exceptional.

Compared to something as boring as cultivation, wine is much more interesting.

No matter how powerful they are, they can't be as powerful as him. Apart from a few scattered individuals, everyone else is not much different in Mu An's eyes.

It's just a matter of whether it's a smaller ant or a larger ant.

……

From Huang Xiucai, Mu An learned that the classification of cultivation levels in the martial arts world had undergone new changes in recent years.

More than two hundred years ago, the concept of "refining the acupoints" did not exist. People at that time used terms like "first-rate" to describe the strength of martial artists.

More than two hundred years later, the former division of realms has become an ancient method.

The new divisions have become more complex and detailed.

Before the innate stage, it was divided into four realms.

Refine the skin, refine the tendons, refine the blood, refine the orifices.

As the world evolves, martial artists today are one or two points stronger than their predecessors of the same level, naturally leading to the emergence of new realm divisions.

But in Mu'an's view, cultivation is actually nothing more than two realms.

Those who are close to the path are ordinary warriors.

Once one reaches the level of a terrestrial immortal, one can be considered a person close to the Dao; all others are merely ordinary martial artists.

That's it.

……

Several more months passed, and until Mu An obtained a new clue from a disciple of the Five Elements Sect, nothing major happened in Xiao Fen Village.

Huang Xiucai's enemies did not come to seek revenge, and the shadow of war did not spread to this remote mountain village.

Upon learning that Mu An was leaving, Huang Xiucai immediately brought out all the fine wines he had treasured at home, saying he wanted to drink heartily with Mu An.

Mu An ignored him, but she wasn't polite either.

With a wave of his hand, all the wine that Huang Xiucai had been brewing for over ten years ended up in Mu An's pocket.

Just as Huang Xiucai was about to throw a tantrum and act like a spoiled brat, Mu An tapped him.

A bluish light emanates, and life is revived.

When Huang Xiucai, who had returned to the Innate Realm, realized the immense opportunity he had received, the figure in the room had already vanished.

We meet by chance, and all those we encounter are merely passersby; that's all.