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

August, 81st year of the Five Kingdoms Calendar.

Qingchuan City, on the northern border of the Great Empire.

"Mom, I went out to play with Brother Tiger and the others."

"No! It's not safe in the city lately. A family just died in the west of the city. Xiaoshan, you're not allowed to go anywhere..."

"Mom, it's alright. I'm with Tiger and the others, a whole bunch of us. We'll be fine! Even if there are some petty thieves, our fists aren't to be trifled with."

"Wouldn't it be better to listen to your mother and stay home obediently?"

In an ordinary house, a woman with a slightly sallow complexion sat in front of a spinning machine. At the somewhat dilapidated door, a boy who looked somewhat similar to her was laughing and joking at her.

Looking at the young man who was taller than herself, the woman sitting in front of the spinning machine sighed.

"Sigh...you child...how come you're getting more and more disobedient as you grow up...never mind, make sure you're home before the sun goes down."

"Don't worry, Mother, I'll definitely be back before sunset!"

……

Guiliu City, located on the southern border of Xiqi.

The Central Army Marshal's Mansion.

"Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"

With a few shouts, the chubby Wei Qiyuan rushed into the study, interrupting the conversation between Jun Changping and Jiang Yunzhi.

"Junior Brother Wei, don't panic. Sit down and tell me what's wrong."

"Senior Brother! The guards have come to report that Senior Brother Feng has gone missing again."

"What?!?"

"You mean Fengjian went to the southern border again by himself?"

Jun Changping stood up abruptly, one hand covering his forehead, the other trembling and hanging in mid-air.

Even though he heard it very clearly, Jun Changping was still somewhat unwilling to believe it, and muttered to himself while covering his forehead.

"I've assigned thirty men to watch him in shifts; how can he possibly leave this marshal's residence?"

Overwhelmed with excitement, Jun Changping's face turned visibly red, and he soon began to pant heavily, just like Wei Qiyuan who had run all the way here.

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The tea on the table was also overturned when Jun Changping got up, and the teacup rolled down the edge of the table and fell to the ground with a crisp thud.

Seeing this, Jiang Yunzhi frowned slightly, but returned to normal when the two looked at him.

"Master Jiang, what should we do? If something happens to Junior Brother Feng, how can I face Mr. Mu?"

Perhaps truly angered by Feng Jian, the chubby Wei Qiyuan lost his usual amiability. He slammed his hand on the table, angrily interrupting Jun Changping's words.

"No matter what we say, he won't listen. All he thinks about are his cronies and he doesn't care about us at all..."

Who does he think he is? A messenger of justice? A hero of revenge? Instead of thinking about how to defeat the enemy honorably, he only thinks about bullying those unarmed civilians. What kind of person is he?

Master Bai often taught us to help the weak, to help those who cannot survive, to speak out for the people and for justice, and to put what we have learned into practice so that the people can have enough to eat and wear.

This good-for-nothing does the opposite. Instead of challenging the strong and defeating the enemy head-on on the battlefield, he raises his knife against the weak and thinks he's a hero.

"Senior brother, ignore him! Let him fend for himself. This scoundrel is unworthy of Mr. Mu and Master Bai's teachings, and even less worthy of being a student of the academy!"

Jun Changping fell silent at Wei Qiyuan's angry words. He felt that Wei Qiyuan was right, but while Wei Qiyuan could say that, he could not.

Even if he cursed Feng Jian countless times in his heart, he could not really let Feng Jian fend for himself.

From the very beginning, Jun Changping valued Feng Jian's talent and his status as a student of Sui'an Academy.

Feng Jian is a martial arts genius with the potential to reach the realm of a terrestrial immortal, and he is also a student of Sui'an Academy. He is definitely worth his careful cultivation.

For the newly established Western Qi, a terrestrial deity was of paramount importance.

only……

No matter how much Jun Changping valued Fengjian, he had to admit that Wei Qiyuan was right.

Unable to distinguish between what is important and what is not, lacking the courage to face difficulties, only knowing how to escape, only knowing how to bully the weak...

Feng Jian's character is really too bad. Over the years, Feng Jian has only known how to practice martial arts. He has never cultivated his character, let alone seriously studied the literary philosophy taught by Bai Ling.

Is it really possible for such a so-called "genius" to become a terrestrial immortal?

Achieving the status of a terrestrial immortal is incredibly difficult. In the vast Nine Realms, there are only about a hundred such individuals. Is it really possible to reach such a divine realm through talent alone?

In his heart, Jun Changping had this question.

With a sliver of hope, Jun Changping looked at Wei Qiyuan, who was still immersed in anger.

"When did Fengjian disappear? Is it too late to send people to chase him?"

Although he was half-blinded by anger, Wei Qiyuan managed to calm down as much as possible when Jun Changping asked the question.

Wei Qiyuan was indeed furious with Feng Jian, but Feng Jian was, after all, his senior brother, and their friendship of ten years could not be faked.

Even though he felt angry and ashamed of Feng Jian's behavior during this period, he did not want Feng Jian to really die in some corner.

"According to the soldiers guarding the place, they speculate that Fengjian left last night, but the exact time is unknown."

"Last night?" Jun Changping's expression darkened further.

With Fengjian's cultivation level, one night would be enough for him to cross the border and enter the southern border region.

If Fengjian had really attacked ordinary people like before, something terrible would probably have happened by now.

"What can we do? What can we do!"

In his frustration and anxiety, Jun Changping took several deep breaths.

With the two countries still at war, finding someone in southern Xinjiang is by no means an easy task.

But if we just wait for Fengjian to come back on his own, who knows what might happen.

The series of killings had long attracted the attention of the Southern Frontier. The Southern Frontier was full of experts, and the fact that nothing had happened before was only because of Master Bai's influence.

Just a few months ago, Jun Changping received a letter from Nanjiang warning him about Fengjian's actions.

To be honest, Jun Changping genuinely felt that the Southern King, whom he had never met, was truly a formidable figure.

Even though Fengjian caused a lot of trouble in the Southern Frontier and slaughtered hundreds of civilians, the King of the Southern Frontier was still able to suppress his anger and communicate with the relatively weaker people.

In an effort to put an end to the matter, Jun Changping specially arranged for thirty skilled men to guard Fengjian day and night, but unexpectedly, problems still arose.

The warning has been issued, and once again Feng Jian has broken the rules. No one knows whether a master will be dispatched this time, and Feng Jian will lose his life.

Faced with this situation, Jun Changping didn't know how to stop it.

In the tense atmosphere, the elderly Jiang Yunzhi suddenly spoke.

"Your Highness, I remember you saying that you can't really be considered Master Mu's disciples, is that right?"

Although he didn't understand why Jiang Yunzhi suddenly brought this up, Jun Changping nodded in agreement. He dared to say that he was Bai Ling's student, but he dared not misuse Mu An's name.

"That's right, Mr. Mu has never mentioned that we are his disciples."

Jiang Yunzhi stroked his long beard, a deep look appearing in his aged eyes.

"As far as I know, Mr. Mu never cares who is by his side, nor does he care whether there will be conflicts between the people he knows. Mr. Mu never interferes with other people's choices..."

I vaguely remember that the King of Southern Xinjiang also had many interactions with Mr. Mu; they were old acquaintances long ago.

"What do you mean?"

"General Feng is likely in grave danger this time..."