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

"Tiger, it must be lonely eating alone. Why don't you join us and have some fun?"

"Hehe! It just so happens that Mom made chicken soup today, so Tiger, you can have some good nourishment!"

"There's chicken soup too? I'll definitely have two extra bowls today!"

"Brother Tiger, Brother Tiger, my house is just past that alley. Do you see that orange lantern? My little sister bought it at the temple fair a few days ago."

……

"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?"

"Who dares to kill me? Who dares to kill me! Who dares to kill me! Hahahahahahaha!!!!"

……

Fates intersected here. Outside Qiluo City, when Jun Changping's name appeared in the military intelligence report, Zhong Hu suddenly crushed the wine glass in his hand.

The words hidden deep in his memory rang in Zhong Hu's ears once again.

Even now, having achieved the status of a Celestial Martial Saint and become the commander of the Ninth Army Group of the Great Shi Empire, leading hundreds of thousands of troops, Zhong Hu still cannot forget what happened back then.

How insane, how cruel, how helpless.

The pungent, overpowering smell of blood; the faint bloodstains on the window; Deng Shan, his chest pierced by a blade; and Feng Jian, stained with blood, looking like a demon…

These images had appeared countless times in Zhong Hu's dreams, reminding him of what happened back then time and time again.

That was the closest Zhong Hu had ever come to death, and a nightmare he would never forget.

On that day, he watched helplessly as the boy he had been taking care of as a younger brother died right before his eyes.

Even as Zhong Hu gained more experience and encountered more and more madmen, and even personally killed countless villains, he could not erase the shadow hidden deep in his heart.

As time passed, Zhong Hu, who had entered the power circle of the Great Empire, was no longer as naive as he once was, and gradually understood some things, and how to survive in this world.

Zhong Hu also made his own judgment about Feng Jian's crazy talk back then.

The eldest brother is the crown prince of Xiqi, the teacher's surname is Mu, and the master's surname is Bai.

This is truly a very weighty statement, so weighty that most people who hear it will feel a tremor in their hearts and dare not act rashly.

Even Regent Ye Lin, whom Zhong Hu respected most, dared not make a decision lightly.

In the Nine Realms, that Mr. Mu cannot be wrong, nor can he be wrong.

If anything goes wrong, or if anything is amiss, it can only be attributed to those below misinterpreting God's will.

A great and true ruler never makes a mistake.

This is a universally accepted rule, and no one in the Nine Realms dares to question it.

Zhong Hu had no doubt that if he dared to speak ill of that True Lord in public, he would be in serious trouble.

The moment he uttered those words, a group of people would rush up and chop him into mincemeat.

Chung Hu stated that although his name contains the character "tiger," he is not that "tigerish."

Master Baixi said he was a child of destiny, possessing great fortune, able to turn misfortune into good fortune, and receive help from benefactors.

But Regent Ye Lin told him that all this talk of luck and fortune was nonsense.

This vast world itself is but a plaything in the hands of that True Lord, let alone the chosen one of destiny nurtured by the Heavenly Dao.

It is best not to mention the names and titles of such great beings, because these great beings can descend to any place in the world according to their names.

Whatever is said will be known.

Zhong Hu couldn't comprehend what kind of realm this was, but he clearly felt the Regent's awe of the Great True Lord, and he understood it as well.

If you're courting death, then no matter how good your luck is, it's all for nothing.

As for the teacher surnamed Bai, who was also his nominal senior sister, Zhong Hu had met her a few times.

Zhong Hu thought that his senior sister was a really, really good person, and that she was very kind to him.

However, his senior sister was really bad at teaching students, which led to the disaster that happened back then.

Zhong Hu still remembers the way Bai Ling bowed her head and apologized to him back then.

In Zhong Hu's consistent understanding, for someone of her senior sister's noble status, apologizing was never an easy thing.

Moreover, after Bai Ling learned about what happened back then, the families of those victims later received a considerable amount of compensation.

Although such a belated apology is of little significance, and the compensation cannot reach those who have died.

But Zhong Hu also knew that he was working for the Bai family, so he shouldn't make things difficult for them, especially since this person was his senior sister.

Thinking about it this way, the only person he could take revenge on was the crown prince of Western Qi.

As luck would have it, the Crown Prince of Xiqi is currently in Qiluo City ahead.

Even more interestingly, not long ago, Zhong Hu received a number of letters from Qiluo City.

The powerful families and ordinary people in the city all seemed to have their own ideas.

……

Qiluo City is a large city located in the southern part of Huangzhou, at the northern foot of Aici Mountain. It is also the southern gateway to Yu City.

Because it is backed by Mount Aici and located on a major transportation route, Qiluo City has been a strategic location fought over by military strategists in the Huangzhou area since ancient times.

For caravans traveling north to Yu City, Qiluo City was an essential stop.

Even though the vast majority of its forces were deployed to the front lines, Xiqi still stationed 20,000 troops in Qiluo City to protect the capital.

After their defeat at the front lines in Qingzhou, Jun Changping and Wei Qiyuan, who had escaped, immediately thought of this place.

Over the course of several months, the two of them led the remnants of the Western Qi army all the way to Qiluo City, where they built a seemingly perfect defensive system.

A moat fifty meters wide encircling the city, five hundred heavy cannons capable of shattering boulders, three thousand repeating crossbows crafted using talismanic techniques, one hundred thousand fully armed soldiers, and three hundred and fifty thousand militia temporarily conscripted—enough to feed the entire city for a whole year…

Dense firepower, abundant manpower, and ample food reserves...

With its towering 30-meter-high city walls, Qiluo City would appear to be an impregnable military fortress to anyone who saw it.

But at this moment, standing on the city gate of Qiluo City, Jun Changping felt only fear.

Not enough! Not enough! Not enough at all! The city walls are so low, there aren't even any formations, and there are so few people, what can they possibly do?

These dilapidated things were like paper in front of the Apocalypse warship; they crumbled at the slightest touch and offered no resistance whatsoever.

The majestic Apocalypse warship shattered Jun Changping's confidence, plunging the former commander of Western Qi into an inescapable fear, causing him to roar in despair among the crowd.

"How long has it been! You still haven't found the array master I asked you to find? The city-protecting array I requested is nowhere to be seen. What are you all doing?"

The generals behind him were trembling with fear, their mouths tightly shut, not daring to utter a sound.

Where in this tiny Qiluo City could one find such a master of formations? Even if there were, given the current situation in Xiqi, they would have fled long ago!