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

Three blocks away, Mu An walked down the street holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Eight patrolmen with swords followed behind him, their steps steady and their distance appropriate.

After leaving the county government office, he stopped by a pharmacy to buy some medicinal herbs and also gave some food to the beggars in the city. He happened to be in the city before leaving.

The moment the scream rang out, Mu An moved and turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

The eight soldiers immediately formed ranks, running alongside Mu An to protect her.

Mu An nodded slightly at their well-trained performance, but showed no intention of being protected by them.

In just a few steps, the figure in official robes leaped onto the roof and scurried across the rooftop.

The streets are winding, so it's faster to walk in a straight line.

When the patrol officers arrived at the scene as quickly as possible, this was the scene they saw.

Two figures darted and weaved through the street, fighting from the ground to the rooftops and back down to the ground, each collision accompanied by a deafening roar.

Bricks and tiles shattered, rain splashed, and silver light shimmered in the night sky.

The sound of clashing swords shattered the tranquility of the rainy night.

The eight people who arrived immediately surrounded the two figures before they could even stand up straight.

A dark figure had already drawn an arc in the air, flying backwards for several meters, its long sword colliding with the ground, scattering dazzling sparks.

The fallen figure lowered its head, half-kneeling on the ground, pressing its chest and panting heavily.

It was none other than the wanted bandit, Blood Blade Zhang Jiu.

In the center of the battle, Mu An neither retreated nor pressed his advantage. He simply stood there, gripping his longsword, staring intently at the wanted criminal in front of him.

The intelligence was wrong. Judging solely from the depth of his internal strength, this person had definitely reached the first-class level, and was not even a beginner.

Although his skill was slightly inferior to Mu An's, he was still considered a master in the martial arts world. The death of the elder of the Heavenly Blade Sect and Yin Ling of the Dark Feather Guard was not unjust.

Sure enough, the imperial court's intelligence was never accurate.

This madman is ruthless and vicious, aiming his blade at vital points with every strike; the danger is extreme.

Although Mu An was not afraid of him, she did not intend to take the risk.

A villain is most dangerous when he is in dire straits.

Whether practicing martial arts or cultivating immortality, before reaching a certain level, one is still just an ordinary mortal.

If you are killed, you will die.

There are countless ways to kill a martial artist; there are far too many stories of people being caught off guard and losing their lives in the martial arts world.

No one knows what kind of trump card this murderer has up his sleeve.

If we can delay a little longer, the reinforcements will all arrive.

At that time, surround them and shoot them to death with a hail of arrows, and there will be no worries.

As for hiding behind his men for safety, letting them risk their lives to save him, Mu An couldn't do such a thing.

Although he is cowardly, he wouldn't do such a pathetic thing.

The worst outcome would be that this madman escapes and his monthly salary is deducted.

Compared to the lives of his men, a little money is really nothing.

only……

Standing a few meters away from Zhang Jiu, Mu An lowered his eyes slightly, glancing at the corner of the street.

A familiar-looking corpse lay there, the drag marks appearing unusually jarring to Mu An.

Oh my god, I just agreed to go to his house to see his daughter this afternoon.

I definitely can't raise a baby myself, but I do like playing with babies quite a bit.

It's so tiny, it cries when teased and laughs when coaxed, it's so fun.

He even went out of his way to buy a longevity lock from the best craftsman in the county.

tsk...

With a light scoff, a cold glint flashed in Mu An's eyes.

But he remained motionless, simply standing there, his hands behind his back waving slightly downwards.

The eight soldiers immediately understood their leader's meaning and launched a signal flare into the air.

With a slight shift in his footsteps, he reduced the encirclement by more than half.

The rising signal made Zhang Jiu's gaze turn fiercer. His bloodshot eyes scanned the surroundings, as if searching for the best breakthrough point.

"Put down your weapons, and I'll give you a quick death."

The usual polite words had no effect. Zhang Jiu withdrew his gaze from the soldiers, snorted coldly at Mu An, and spat on the ground, making no attempt to hide the disdain in his words.

"Pooh!

"With such profound skill and such youth, it's a shame that someone with such talent is stuck in a small county town, serving as a lowly ninth-rank official."

"What benefits did the imperial court give you that made you willingly become its lackey?"

"Is it your tattered clothes, or the thrill of being a tyrant?"

The mocking words didn't elicit much of a reaction from Mu An. Instead, his soldiers' eyes turned red, and they drew their swords, ready to charge forward.

"All of you, stand back!"

Orders must be obeyed without question, no matter how angry one may be.

The moment the order was given, the eight soldiers immediately took a few steps back, clearing the battlefield again.

The perfectly synchronized scene made Zhang Jiu's pupils shrink, the contempt in his eyes vanished, and his grip on the hilt of the knife tightened even more.

These soldiers are not in the same league as those constables; we must not underestimate them.

This is a county town; the imperial court's henchmen will arrive soon. We must get away as quickly as possible.

With thoughts racing through his mind, Zhang Jiu leaped up and charged towards a soldier.

Picking on the weak is the best strategy; compared to the unfathomable skill of Mu An, these soldiers are undoubtedly the weak point.

The ten-meter distance was bridging in an instant. Staring at the soldier's neck, Zhang Jiu's mind was already filled with images of blood gushing out.

Just like the people he killed after betraying his sect.

"Zheng—"

"Zheng—"

"Zheng—"

Just as he was about to strike the soldier's neck, Zhang Jiu changed direction with his blade.

The knives clashed together, making three sharp, piercing sounds.

One sword was aimed directly at Zhang Jiu's vitals, while two others came from the sides simultaneously, attempting to cut him in half at the waist.

The perfect coordination of the three soldiers forced Zhang Jiu to switch from offense to defense and retreat several steps.

When fighting the enemy, one must be prepared to fight to the death.

This was the first lesson Mu An taught to his soldiers.

When outnumbered, the enemy dares not trade blows.

Going straight for the vitals and using offense as a form of defense can sometimes be surprisingly effective.

The soldiers who had followed Mu An for many years all remembered it well.

With his offensive interrupted, Zhang Jiu's heart sank as he watched the soldiers rearrange their formation.

These people are suspicious. Even elite soldiers in the military might not be able to react in this way, let alone local inspectors.

Before he could think any further, a powerful blow came from behind him, forcing him to retreat several steps.

Seizing this momentary opening, Mu An's sword slashed down like a continuous drizzle, leaving several bloody marks on Zhang Jiu's body, completely pulling the rhythm into his control.

The two fought from one end of the street to the other. Mu An's wisps of hair clung tightly to his forehead, making it impossible to tell whether they were sweat or rain.

Zhang Jiu's face was covered in obvious bloodstains, and his breathing became increasingly heavy, clearly indicating that he had reached the end of his rope.

Both were panting, but one's breath was rhythmic while the other's was chaotic; the outcome was already decided.

Zhang Jiu knelt on the ground, his head lowered, making it impossible to see his eyes.

When the moment should have been the decisive one, Mu An did not step forward. Instead, he took several steps back and withdrew from the battlefield.

A group of more than fifty people arrived from different directions and completely surrounded the street.

Mu An, who had withdrawn from the battlefield, nodded slightly to another patrol inspector who had arrived with his troops and gave orders.

"Release the arrows!"

As the rain of arrows fell, in despair, Zhang Jiu, who was kneeling on the ground, leaped up, blocked dozens of arrows, and charged straight towards the two inspectors.

Even if he dies, he'll take a few people with him!

Mu An didn't move, but the newly arrived inspector was so frightened that he took several steps back and hid behind his subordinates.

"Continue, fire the arrows!"

The dying struggle was futile; the moment Zhang Jiu was surrounded by soldiers, his fate was sealed.

Three volleys of arrows rained down, and the figure fell to the ground, where he was pierced by more arrows as he struggled.

The man in the pool of blood struggled to lift his head, grinning maliciously as he looked in Mu An's direction, his lips barely moving.

Another volley of arrows rained down, and one arrow struck Zhang Jiu squarely in the forehead, silencing him completely.

Seeing that the person on the ground was covered with countless arrows and completely motionless, the newly arrived inspector straightened his robes and stood beside Mu An without changing his expression.

"Lord Mu, is this thief Zhang Jiu, the Blood Blade?"

Mu An glanced at his colleague, but did not mock him. He simply pretended not to have seen his previous cowardly behavior and nodded slightly.

"Lord Wang is right, Zhang Jiu the Blood Blade has been executed."

"What was the thief trying to say at the end?"

After glancing at the corpse on the ground, Mu An lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the houses on both sides of the street, and spoke in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.

"It's nothing, just the dying wail of a defeated dog."

"Absolutely! Absolutely!"

……

"The world is in chaos, blood is flowing, and I'll be waiting for you in the underworld!"