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

Unfortunately, there is very little spiritual energy in the world. It is only good for combat, as spiritual energy will draw upon the primordial energy of the world to form an endless cycle.

But if you want to use it for spiritual practice, that's extremely difficult.

Even if it absorbed all the spiritual energy within a radius of several miles, it would be like a drop in the ocean, unable to make a ripple.

It will take quite some time for the spiritual energy to recover naturally.

In other words, he can only absorb spiritual energy for a maximum of half an hour a day, and he can only cultivate once every three days in the same place. The rest of the time, no matter how hard he tries, it will be in vain. He can only try to understand the world and nature.

What's worse is that the senior from a few months ago drained most of the spiritual energy of Lingzhou in one go, and it still hasn't recovered, which is really worrying.

The end times have been definitively confirmed.

Without a continuous supply of high-grade spiritual fruits, wanting to cultivate immortality is simply a pipe dream.

Despite recognizing the predicament, Mu An was not discouraged.

Life is long, so there's no need to rush.

He appropriately increased his leisure time and incidentally included listening to music in brothels in his daily routine.

The program involves a three-day check-in, half an hour of meditation, and a whole night of listening to music, with the main focus on efficiently utilizing spiritual energy.

Apart from the occasional visit from the Wang family mother and daughter, they lived a very comfortable life.

As for Wang Chong, ever since Mu An told Madam Wang about his drinking and womanizing, the way he looked at Mu An changed.

The "nephew" has become a rascal, and the things he's been saying have changed to things like "unethical".

They would bring up Mu Ping from time to time, and Mu An, not wanting to say much, could only take a detour.

Leaning against the courtesan's lap, listening to the melodious music, Mu An narrowed her eyes and thought of her nominal childhood sweetheart.

No big problem. As he "diligently" cultivated, Wang Wan, who used to follow him around like a shadow, no longer gave him a friendly look.

I heard that this young lady is finally planning to get married. I wonder if she'll be so stubborn as not to send me an invitation.

In Mu An's view, this was a great thing. The little girl finally realized that their relationship had nothing to do with love.

After all, he had truly treated this little girl like a daughter since she was a child, not just a childhood sweetheart and brother taking care of sister as others saw it.

Sometimes Mu An would find it strange that those predecessors were all in their twenties before they transmigrated.

How exactly can one not raise a childhood sweetheart as a daughter?

You can't really act like a child, can you?

The gap between their thinking and cognition is so large that the actions of the children seem really childish.

Mu An felt that she was normal; the abnormal ones must be the other seniors.

The little one I've raised from a baby is getting married, so I have to keep a close eye on him and thoroughly investigate the man's background.

Whether someone has ability or not is a small matter, but if someone dares to hang out in brothels every day like him, I'll break their legs!

We also need to prepare enough gifts. The little guy likes shiny things, so maybe we can get some through the Dark Feather Guards.

It's all about double standards!

Thinking about what would happen in the next few days, Mu An opened her mouth and bit into the grape that the courtesan offered.

"Great!"

……

"Knock knock knock!"

On a snowy night, Mu An, wrapped in a thick fox fur coat, stood in front of an ordinary little courtyard.

He exhaled a breath of hot air and knocked hard on the door.

"No knife on a snowy night."

The sounds coming from inside the room made Mu An roll her eyes.

Why is he carrying a knife? Why did he change the code again? Nobody even told him.

"Open the door! Where's Geng Liu? I've come to have a drink with him."

The tightly closed door was slowly pushed open, and the person inside looked at Mu An like a thief, then at the empty street.

He touched the back of his head, which resembled that of a middle-aged programmer, his face full of confusion.

"Who are you, sir?"

Mu An glanced at the people in the courtyard, his gaze lingering for a second on the bronze plaque at his waist before turning back to look into the courtyard.

"Where's your boss? Why are you the only one here with a bronze token?"

Wang Shanming, who had just been transferred here, didn't understand the situation for a long time and just stared blankly at Mu An.

Who is this guy? How dare he be so arrogant on their Dark Feather Guard's territory?

Forget it, he keeps using his boss's code name and has such an arrogant attitude, I definitely can't afford to mess with him.

He rubbed his hands together and forced a not-so-sincere smile at Mu An.

"My lord, Lord Geng Liu has always been elusive. He left long ago after establishing his base here, and I have no idea where he went."

Mu An frowned slightly upon hearing the unsatisfactory answer.

Such a sensible Jin Ling is hard to find. Geng Liu ran away, who will find jewelry for him?

After thinking for a moment, Mu An decided to settle for second best and asked, "Never mind, just find two silver tokens."

Wang Shanming, standing in the courtyard, was once again dumbfounded. When did their Dark Feather Guard's silver tokens fall to the point of being despised? Who exactly is this person?

Could I have wandered onto the wrong film set and ended up in Beijing?

That shouldn't be the case. He checked several times before we arrived. Isn't this just a small county town?

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to become the boss with just a small copper token, would he?

It's strange, really. Normally, the Dark Feather Guards only set up outposts in the county town, so this is an exception.

As he pondered this, Wang Shanming recalled the conversation he had with his elder brother, the one who had appointed him with the silver token.

"Shanming, I have high hopes for you. Although Qing'an County is just a county town, this stronghold is on the same scale as a prefectural city and has the right to recruit Black Iron Tokens on its own. This is a lucrative position, and I worked very hard to get it."

"Brother, haven't you always wanted to lead a base on your own?"

"No, no, no, I'm getting old. I suffered a hidden injury recently, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to achieve anything again. Right now, I'm only thinking about finding a good future for you, Shanming."

"I've taken this lucrative position; won't the other Silver Token Lords have any objections?"

"Don't worry, they suffered internal injuries just like me, so they have absolutely no objections."

With his intelligence at its peak, Wang Shanming plucked a few strands of hair from the back of his head, his attitude becoming even more respectful.

"My lord, this is just a base of the Dark Feather Guard. It is newly established and still incomplete. I am the person in charge here. Please tell me what you need."

Looking at the respectful Wang Shanming before her, and then at the empty courtyard, Mu Anxin sighed and lost the desire to trouble the Dark Feather Guards.

Goodness, I knew it! That's why Geng Liu and the others were in Qing'an County. They were doing him a favor. They really put their heart into it.

They're all so busy, yet they still stay in this small county town to keep him company; their affection is truly profound.

The Dark Feather Guard brothers are indeed all model workers, no one can compare!

As a lazy bum who just drifts through life, he decided not to bother his hardworking brothers. He could get some jewelry from the Mu family's channels.

Thinking of his dear comrades-in-arms, Mu An sighed and patted Wang Shanming on the shoulder.

"Work hard and learn from your seniors!"