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

In the atmosphere of fear and unease, the man in blue robes in the corner of the tavern stood up and casually adjusted the straw hat on his head.

He glanced at the leftover food on the table, reached for the sword resting on the table, and turned to leave.

Just as he was about to leave, the man in blue seemed to remember something, suddenly turned around, took out a few pieces of silver from his pocket, and slapped them on the table.

"Sir, we haven't given you your change yet!"

Under the watchful eye of the tavern owner, the man in blue waved his hand and silently walked out of the tavern, leaving everyone with only a lonely silhouette.

Another deathly silence fell, then the young master holding the feather fan suddenly spoke.

"Does anyone know that person who just went out?"

……

At the foot of Aoshan Mountain, Mu An, dressed in green, stopped and looked up at the distant mountaintop.

A bone tower, over a hundred meters high, stands atop the mountains, adding a unique touch to the verdant landscape.

He placed his hand on the scabbard of Liuyun's sword and said softly.

"Isn't this pretty? How does it look like a ghost? Young people these days really have no taste at all."

The divine sword at his waist trembled slightly, demonstrating its agreement with its master's viewpoint through its actions.

How could a group of ordinary people know what "beauty" is?

How magnificent and beautiful this tower is!

Even the wonders of nature must concede defeat to the master's skill.

Even the will of Heaven approves of this and praises the master's art. How dare you mortals presume to comment on it?

As for that Song Shanjun or not, Liu Yun said he hadn't seen him.

Everyone on the mountain looks the same; who knows which one is Song Shanjun?

Anyway, they're all in the pile of bones!

During this period, Liu Yun said she learned a lot and truly understood what "beauty" is.

Rather than turning an entire mountain to ashes with a single sword strike, it is better to cut down the corpses one by one, like the master did, and patiently turn all the corpses into bones, piling them into a tower. This is the "ultimate aesthetic"!

To continue its indiscriminate chopping as it has in the past is a desecration of "beauty"!

It not only wastes resources but also damages the natural environment!

That's not good!

The cloud secretly made up its mind that it would follow its master, learn from him at all times, and explore the true meaning of "beauty" while punishing evil and eliminating wickedness!

Learn to appreciate beauty as early as possible and become a competent "crime buster"!

……

Mountain bandits of Cangmang Mountain, rebels of Tianqing Mountain, cults of Huayang Mountain...

The river bandits of Langliu River, the sand gangs of Leiluo River, the river tyrants of Cangyun River...

Mu An walked along the way, cutting down trees along the way.

Wherever he goes, he cuts down everything in his path.

He seemed to have returned to the time before he became an immortal, cutting his way through with his sword and enjoying the happiness of being a "mortal".

While annihilating mountains with a single sword strike and shattering everything with a single finger strike is undoubtedly the most efficient approach, occasionally being a mortal, reminiscing about past glories, and killing villains one by one can bring a different kind of feeling.

While chopping vegetables and cutting melons, Mu An even recalled his early days in the industry, imitating his past actions and building a bone tower in a place where bandits gathered.

Honestly, I didn't think much of these bone towers before, but now I'm increasingly satisfied with them. No wonder Princess Yongning liked them so much back then.

The passion rising in his heart led Mu An to build a "spectacle" wherever he went, no matter how vicious or cruel the place.

The appearance of each "spectacle" would spark much discussion among the local residents.

The unsuspecting people were terrified, thinking that evil spirits had descended upon the world and the demonic cult had been revived.

They rushed to the temple in the city, devoutly knelt before the statue of the great True Lord, and prayed to the Great True Lord for protection and the elimination of all evil.

The main theme is extreme piety and belief in God.

Mu An had heard about the effects of the "White Bone Wonder," but he didn't really care.

These rumors will dissipate over time.

Human aesthetics are constantly changing at an extremely rapid pace. Who knows, in a few years, these ordinary people might be able to appreciate the art unique to "white bones".

Fashion is nothing more than a cycle.

If there was anything that bothered Mu An, it was that these bandits were far too weak, so weak that none of them could withstand a second strike from him, which made things really boring.

Neither the notorious bandits who dominated the region nor the renowned evil cultivators could force Mu An to unleash a second sword strike.

The moment the clouds swept past, the person was split in two.

It's like having a cheat code in a game; it's fun at first, but it gets boring after a while.

Mu An now had the same thought, and a sense of dissatisfaction arose in her heart towards these "evil people".

How can they all be so useless?

His request wasn't high; he just wanted to make a few more cuts. What could be the problem?

Back then, when he was killing people on Qishan Mountain, he could vent his anger to the fullest, freely wielding his sword, hacking until he was out of breath, until he didn't want to move anymore, and he might even suffer some minor injuries.

Now look what's happened! Not only are they not injured, but he doesn't even have to blink before all these good-for-nothings are dead.

He finished the whole thing without even breaking a sweat, unlike when he was arguing with Mu Ling'er. It was really exhausting.

Mu An felt that this was very wrong. He had clearly restrained himself as much as possible, simply swinging his sword like an ordinary person, without mobilizing even a trace of spiritual power.

How come these seemingly fierce bandits couldn't hold out for long?

Waste! All of you are waste! You only deserve to be turned into bones!

Ugh!

The world is going to the dogs; these days, even martial arts training and cultivation are being neglected.

If you've become a bandit, how can you not practice martial arts properly?

With a heart full of emotions, Mu An sighed and continued towards her next goal.

He firmly believed from the bottom of his heart that he would surely encounter a villain who was "seriously practicing martial arts" in the vast Nine Realms!

For this small wish, Mu An secretly made a decision.

As long as someone can give him a little bit of fun, it's not unacceptable for him to miss a few villains while he's chopping them down.

There are countless evil bandits in this world. After the old ones are killed, new ones will be born. They will never completely disappear.

For Mu An, whether she cuts a little more or a little less, it doesn't really make a big difference.

If there's something that satisfies him, he wouldn't mind sparing their lives.

……

May, year 97 of the Five Kingdoms calendar.

With the collapse of the Western Qi regime and its inevitable defeat, the already unstable regime disintegrated at an extremely rapid pace.

One after another, powerful families in the cities turned against their masters, either surrendering to the Eastern Qi or being incorporated into the Great Shi Empire.

Under Ye Lin's orders, the Seventh, Ninth, and Twelfth Army Groups of the Great Empire successively entered the heart of Western Qi, swallowing up the entire southern part of Western Qi.

Among them, the Ninth Army Group, led by Zhong Hu, was the most valiant, advancing all the way into the heart of Xiqi, with the army reaching the Aici Mountain in the south of Huangzhou.

At the same time, in Qiluo City, north of Aici Mountain, Jun Changping and Wei Qiyuan, who had fled all the way from the front line, were also gathering their defeated troops and reorganizing, intending to make a final stand here.