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

As fists and palms collided, a surge of energy rose, and cracks appeared in the surrounding bricks and stones centered on the point of impact, spreading outwards.

"How is that possible? You clearly have no cultivation!" Feng Jian's eyes flashed with shock, and he exclaimed in anger.

Zhong Hu seemed not to hear anything, and continued to throw punch after punch at Feng Jian, each strike perfectly aimed at his vital points.

There were dozens of collisions during the maneuvering and turning.

"Good lad, good talent! I underestimated you!"

After blocking dozens of punches in succession, Feng Jian also put away his playful attitude, circulated his vital energy, and slammed Zhong Hu to the ground with a palm strike.

One palm strike, two palm strikes, three palm strikes.

With three consecutive blows, the bluestone shattered, the ground caved in, and a mouthful of blood spurted from Zhong Hu's mouth.

After stomping Zhong Hu's head to the ground, Feng Jian straightened his disheveled clothes and whispered to the person on the ground.

"You have no true energy at all, yet you possess such strength. If I hadn't broken through to the Celestial Realm yesterday, I would have truly been defeated by you today."

The person on the ground struggled to get up, but was held down by Feng Jian. He tried to swing his fist, but found that his bones had been broken in the previous battle.

The sighs continued, echoing in Zhong Hu's ears.

"What terrifying talent! Even my amazingly talented second senior sister couldn't have such skills. I'm afraid only Mr. Mu could surpass you back then."

"If you weren't from the Southern Frontier, I would really like to take you back to Western Qi and train you properly. With your talent, you might very well become an asset to our senior brother in the future."

"Bah! You scoundrel from Xiqi! Even if I go to hell, I'll make you pay for this murderous scoundrel!"

In his extreme rage, Zhong Hu spat out a mouthful of saliva, which mixed with blood and saliva, splattering onto Feng Jian's face.

The sudden turn of events caused Feng Jian's expression to change abruptly, becoming ferocious and terrifying.

"Good! Good! Good! A beast is a beast, uneducated and ignorant of manners, all it knows is to bark in vain!"

Amidst Feng Jian's angry shouts, Zhong Hu, lying on the ground, struggled to turn his head to look into the distance.

As he gazed at the scene, Zhong Hu suddenly burst out laughing.

Flames appeared in the distance. Although they were not clearly visible, Zhong Hu knew that they were the elite troops of Qingchuan City, the regular army of the Southern Frontier, who would surely make the evil spirits in front of him pay with their lives.

The laughter grew louder and louder, and under Feng Jian's angry gaze, Zhong Hu roared.

"I told you long ago, I've always been lucky. Even if I go to hell today, I'll drag you down with me, you wicked demon, to avenge Xiaoshan!"

The furious roar did not move Feng Jian. He raised his eyes to look at the approaching firelight in the distance, and then looked at Zhong Hu with the same gaze one would give an ant.

"Soldiers from the Southern Frontier? Ha! A bunch of pigs and dogs, you think they can kill me?"

Zhong Hu spat out another mouthful of saliva, but Feng Jian, who was prepared, dodged it by sidestepping.

"Don't be so arrogant, you evil spirit! General Bai is a celestial martial saint, and he will surely tear you to pieces!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Jian suddenly burst into laughter, a wild and unrestrained laugh.

He lowered his body and met Zhong Hu's bloodshot eyes.

"Kid, this world isn't what you think! Let me tell you, before today, I've already been captured three times by your Southern Frontier people, and I'm still doing just fine, aren't I?"

His angry gaze gradually froze as he stared at Feng Jian, whose sincerity seemed genuine. A hint of despair crept into Zhong Hu's burning anger.

"In this world, connections matter. I, Feng Jian, have a senior brother who is the Crown Prince of Xiqi, a teacher surnamed Mu, and a master surnamed Bai. Who dares to kill me?"

His gaze gradually turned cold, and he pressed his foot down harder on Zhong Hu's body. Feng Jian spat on Zhong Hu's face, who was almost in despair, and said mockingly.

"Perhaps you were lucky before, but today, you've run into me. You're unlucky. You'll never get your revenge in this lifetime."

The Crown Prince of Xiqi, whose surname is Mu, and whose surname is Bai, has now gathered three of the six largest forces in the Tianqi Domain.

Even if Zhong Hu didn't care about national affairs, he still knew what this concept meant.

Despair filled his eyes, but anger continued to rise. At this moment, Zhong Hu felt his heart burning completely.

He thought of his family members who had been killed by deserters, of Deng Shan who had died before his eyes, and of the arduous journey he had taken...

The power surged once more, but the severe injuries completely severed this surge.

This damn world!

He roared inwardly and then rammed his head into Feng Jian's shin, trying to show his defiance in this way.

"In this vast world, there will always be righteous people. Sooner or later, someone will act on behalf of Heaven and slay you, you evil spirit!"

Feng Jian laughed even more wildly. He stomped on Zhong Hu's only movable leg and broke it. Then he picked up the four-limbed Zhong Hu and turned to face the torches that were gradually surrounding him.

"Justice? What is justice? It's nothing more than the victor taking all. Do you think the people of Southern Xinjiang are any good? They're nothing but a bunch of bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong."

That's how war is. Your soldiers in the south killed our people, and now I'm here to kill yours. Nobody's a good person.

Today I'll show you how these cowards respectfully escort me back to Xiqi!

Who dares to kill me? Who dares to kill me?! Who dares to kill me?! Hahahaha!!!

……

"Oh? What difference would it make if I killed him?"

Amidst the sinister laughter, a longsword shimmering with multicolored light silently rested on Feng Jian's neck.

"Who are you? Do you know who my husband and senior brother are?"

"call--"

The person didn't speak, but took a deep breath, and after a few seconds rubbed their eyes before speaking in a somewhat sad tone.

"Do you know? I'm really, really upset right now... Back in the day, when we could still communicate properly, someone like you would never have seen the sun rise the next day."

But look at it now, all sorts of monsters and demons are popping up...

Justice, kindness, compassion... these are the things he taught me, little by little, again and again, through his words and actions, he instilled them in my heart.

Swords are drawn against the strong, helping hands are extended to the weak, and questions are asked of one's own heart. One should be able to face heaven, earth, and one's own conscience without shame, and act in accordance with one's true nature.

It's always been like this. I watch him complain about how troublesome it is, yet he works incredibly hard doing one thing after another, and I watch the place where I live become better and better...

When I was very young, I made a vow in my heart that I would be like him and bring happiness to more people…

"call--"

Under Feng Jian's horrified gaze, the newcomer exhaled a breath of hot air and looked up at the starry sky above.

"Eternal life...what's the point of such immortality?"

Amidst sighs, a fine head fell to the ground.

……

"Zhong Hu, right? Since you feel that the world is unfair, why not try to change it with your own hands?"

"You're in cahoots with them too."

"It's alright, I don't have many years left to live."

The voice paused, tinged with a hint of sorrow.

"If you think I'm that kind of person, then kill me first after you've mastered your skills."